One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)

Toxic - Louis Imagine

The apartment door opens.
"I'm home!"
You fly up from the couch and slip on the floor with your striped socks trying to get to the hallway. Seeing his brown hair, messed up from pulling his hand through it, and slightly darkened blue eyes made you melt. Arms cling to him as you tell him welcome home. He smiles tiredly, shadows dark over his features.
"I'm only home for a short while. The boys and I are going out."
You nod.
"Where are you going?" You ask with a cheery voice.
"Oh, you know, just around town." He pulls of his jeans jacket lined with wool and hang it up.

You walk to the kitchen with his arm around your shoulders. Jumping back up on the counter, you watch him make himself and you dinner. He moves from the counter to the fridge, dragging his feet, making small jerks with his head to get the hair out of his eyes. Eventually he takes two plates from the counter, and with a glance your way you jump down, and join him by the table. You bring a pitcher, filling it with water, and then dig in on the sandwich he made you. Double bread, ham, and cucumber. A crumble fall onto your lower lip and you take it away with your tongue. It's silent around you.

After not long he gets up, pours water on his plate and go to your bedroom with you behind him. He takes his jacket with him, checking the pockets for wallet, keys, and phone while pulling it on. You lean again the doorway.
"Do you have your ID?"
He snaps his fingers, sending you a smile as he goes to his nightstand to pull his ID out of the drawer.
Before he leaves he kisses your forehead, making you giggle. Smiling again he leaves the apartment.

******

Rolling back to your original position you bite your lip, holding back tears, trying to be strong. Finally, after many tries not to, you wipe your nose and take your phone from the nightstand. A few signals go forth before he pick up.
"Yes." A knowing smile comes through the speaker. You sniff.
"Louis, please come home."
The sound of a jacket is hear on the other side, as he pushes by someone on the street.
"Be right there."

Fifteen minutes later he comes through the door, holding out his arms for you to run in to. Inhaling his smell your heart rate slow down. He doesn't say anything about the time he was gone, two hours, and just follow you to your bedroom, not even bothering taking jacket or shoes of before climbing onto the bed with you holding you close until you fall asleep, with a tight grip on his shirt.