yep....
triggers: some indirect mentions of anxiety
(did you drink water like i told you to?)
it's already here. the day i meet louis' parents. we've been dating for a few months now and i have already met his two sisters, issie and millie. both were incredibly sweet and caring. i already love them.
"love, are you ok" louis asks.
"y-yea i'm fine." i stutter. i take my hands and wipe them dry with a bath towel. looking into the mirror reflection, i see a pale version on myself. louis looks at me with a worried expression plastered on his face.
"remember our breathing pattern y/n, breath in, hold, breath out, hold."
i nod my head too afraid to say anything else.
he held my hand and gently squeezed while brushing loose strands from my face. i'm so grateful for him. i a sip from my water bottle and slowly make my way down to louis' car.
the drive was filled with a peaceful silence. he wordlessly told my how much he loved me by holding my hand and stopping every once and a while to kiss my forehead or my hand.
as the car came to a stop, he look over at me and gently grabbed my chin and placed a kiss on my lips.
-time skip to dinner bc i'm lazy 🤪🤪-
"y/n, louis tells us you play piano as well?"
"oh yes mrs. partridge" i say "i've been playing ever since i was a young child." this food has got to be the best food i've ever tasted. louis turns to me and mouths, "i'm so proud of you"
dinner with the partridges was so nice and a great change of pace from eating alone at my house.
-time skip to after dinner bc i have practice rn-
mrs. partridge sent me off with a cake that i would later eat in bed at 3am. she was so caring and warm-hearted and i think we'll get along well.
on the drive home i exhale a breath i didn't know i had been holding.
"goodnight love"
"goodnight baby"
