One Direction Imagines

Louis: He Comes Home From Tour

A poke to my cheek, slowly I open my eyes. Valerie, our daughter, stood to the side of the bed, staring at me.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I whisper.

"Isn't daddy coming home today?" she rest her head on the duvet.

"Not until later, love. Here," I pull back the blankets for her to climb in. Her small body snuggles into the bed, soon drifting off to sleep.

I can't find the way back to unconsciousness, laying awake, stuck with my own thoughts. The suns peeking through the shades just enough to lighten the room perfectly.

Louis hasn't been home for almost three months now, its the longest he's been away from her. To say she's missing him is an understatement. Each night she asks to talk to him and tell him goodnight, falling asleep to his voice playing on the stereo. I can't blame her, it hasn't been the easiest for me either. She cries for him some days, I having to call him to get her to calm down.

Louis feels terrible for doing this to her, to us, but it is his job. He keeps in touch daily, reminding her he'll be home soon. She's been counting the days down until his arrival. I had a hard time to get her to bed last night, I was surprised she got any rest at all.

I sat at the dinning table eating lunch quietly, waiting for Valerie to awaken from her slumber. Just as finished cleaning the dishes off from last nights meal she wonders into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Are you hungry?" I ask as she climbs onto the stool, sitting at the counter.

"No, is daddy home yet?"

"Not yet, do you want to have something to eat?"

"Why not?" she ignores my question.

"Spain is a ways away, love." I say as pulling ice cream from the freezer, mint, her favorite.

"Oh..." I sit the bowl in front of her, she pushing it away.

"Babe, you gotta eat something."

"I'm not hungry," she slips from the stool, walking out of the kitchen.

She is so stubborn, just like her father.

Just as putting the desert away I heard the front door open. Running into the foyer, Valerie is standing in the doorway looking out,"Valerie, what are you doing?" I pulled her from the door, closing it and locking it once again.

"I thought I heard daddy," a look of disappointment covered her face.

"He won't be-" a thud to the door interrupted me mid sentence.

Twisting the lock and opening the door, Louis stood there, bag hung from his shoulder, smile spread across his features.

"Honey, I'm home!" he laughed.

I was wrapped in a warm and long needed embrace. Little arms wrapped around our feet.

"Hello, love," he lifted her with ease, hugging her tightly.

"Mommy said you wouldn't be home until later," she said.

"Well...my flight was changed," he set her down onto the wood flooring. "I got you something," he unzipped his carry on bag.

Pulling a doll out,"It looks like me," she held it up.

"I got it that way, do you like it?" he grinned.

She nodded,"Thank you!" she kissed him lightly on the cheek. She soon ran off to her room to play with her new toy, giggling as running up the stairs.

"I didn't forget about you," he held out a purple velvet box. I opened it carefully, taking in the silver charmed bracelet.

"Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful," I kissed him, as a thank you.

"I got it engraved," he flipped the chain.

Together forever, never apart. Maybe in distance, never at heart. It read in tiny letters, circling the band.

Without a word I smashed my lips to his, taken a bit back by my actions, though he reciprocated, placing his hand on the small of my back.

"Ew!" We pulled apart to see Valerie standing at the bottom of the stair, covering her eyes.

Wrapping his arms around my waist," I missed this," he whispered into my ear. placing yet another kiss to my cheek.