One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: He Comforts You (1/5)

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Louis: You had just got back to the flat that you and Louis shared. It was quite late; Louis was already sound asleep in bed. You sighed deeply and kicked off your shoes, grabbing an apple and some water. You had been on a diet for weeks now. You had to be in good shape for your dance recital next week. You were scared to death about it. What if you messed up the steps? What if you fell? What if your costume got messed up? What if you got stage fright? What if everyone laughed at you? The nerves were eating you alive!

You sighed again and made your way to the room you shared with Louis, shedding your coat as you went. Louis was fully clothed, lying on top of the sheets, sound asleep. You quietly took off your bra and slipped on a tank top and changed into pajama pants. You threw your hair up in a messy bun and went over to the bed, shaking Louis awake gently.

(Y/N)?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his fist.

"Lou, go change. It's late," you told him softly. He nodded and swung his legs out of bed, trudging over to the bathroom. You hopped under the covers, snuggling into the pillow Louis had just been laying on, inhaling his scent deeply. All you could think about was your recital and how nervous you were. Before you knew it, you were sobbing gently, your nerves finally getting the best of you.

A hand flipped you over on your back and you looked up to see a worried Louis, clad only in a pair of sweats. "(Y/N), baby, what's wrong?" he asked, stroking your cheek and crawling into bed next to you.

"Lou, this recital is stressing me out. I'm so nervous about it! What if I do something wrong? What if I trip? What if no one likes it?" you ranted to Lou, snuggling into his chest and letting a few tears leak out of your eyes.

"Baby, you could do this routine in your sleep. You won't mess up. I garantee you. You shouldn't be so worked up about this," Louis told you softly, stroking you hair. You just continued to sob, letting out all your emotions that you had bottled up.

"Sit up, love," Louis told you, getting out of bed. You uncertainly sat up and Louis reached for the hem of your tank top and ripped it off, exposing your breasts to him.

"Louis!" you shouted, covering yourself up.

"Turn over on your back, darling," he said, ignoring your protest. You turned over so you were lying on your stomach, your hands placed on your sides, your head resting peacefully on a pillow. Louis brushed your hair to the side and moved the covers so that your bare back was visible to him. He placed his hands on your back and started to massafe you. You sighed in pleasure. You could actually feel the stress leaving your body as he worked his way through the knots and rubbed your back soothingly. He plced the covers back over your back after about thirty minutes and then started to massage your calves and sore feet.

You sighed again, your eyes getting heavier by the minute. After an hour and a half of massaging and stress-relieving, Louis put your tank top back on and climbed into bed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest, even more comforted by the sound of his heartbeat.

"You'll do amazing, (Y/N). I hope that comforted you. Because now my hands smell like your stinky feet," Louis joked. You giggled a little bit. "I love you, (Y/N)," Louis said, yawning.

"I love you too, Louis." Both of you ended up falling to sleep that night wrapped in each other's arms.

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