Back For You (A Louis Tomlinson Imagine)

Background: It's a few years from now, and you and Louis live in a cute downtown apartment together. One Direction is about to kick off a worldwide tour tomorrow.

~*~

Normally, you'd be fine with that - the tour and all. It's night, the night before he's due to leave, and you're restless and so tired at the same time, content with just observing the way Louis sleeps as moonlight enhances his best features, every part of him. But, you realize abruptly that this means he will be gone for Valentine's Day, unable to belive you didn't realize this before, your heart dropping like a rock and your fingers getting numb.

"Louis!" you say, shaking his bare shoulder.

"Whaaaat?" he moans sweetly, his eyes opening just enough for you to glimpse into the ocean that is his eyes. "Babe, it's two in the morning..." he says in a perfectly smooth yet still hoarse accent.

"No, I know," you whisper. "But... You're going to be gone. For-" your voice begins to quiver as you realize this'll be the first Valentine's Day you've spent apart.

"I know," says Louis, sitting up. "It's okay. We'll be okay."

But you contradict him. "It just won't be the same without you," you whisper softly.

But Louis whispers words of comfort into your ear, saying, "Don't worry, babe. No matter where I am, or where you are, I'll be there with you. You are my one and only."

He strokes the back of your head, playing with your hair, and hugs you to sleep. 

~*~

A few days later... 

It's Valentine's Day. The past couple days, all you could think about was Louis' oath to you that night. But today you felt just so empty. The night before, you and Louis had talked on the phone. But things felt so different, having him halfway across the world. You'd think you'd have gotten used to it by now; but no.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Louis had asked.

You could hear that he sensed your loneliness; but you'd denied it. You could barely bear to even think of Louis without your eyes glazing over. You missed him. You couldn't bear to bother him, either, so you tried to put on a brave face and told him you were just fine.

You didn't feel just fine.

You walked around your and Louis' apartment, noticing all the empty places Louis should be there to fill. All day, you'd seen happy couples celebrating this day, and it killed you.

So, you hurried home after some errands and plopped down on the couch, blasting "+" on the speakers, and read The Notebook for comfort. It had been several hours, and it was now about eleven o' clock. Then, you heard the doorbell ring.

"Ugh," you sigh. Today was the last day you wanted to deal with another starstruck fan or pesky solicitator.

You pulled your dark red sweater back on over your black lace cami, and turned the cold doorknob. The door swung open to the dark hallway. A lone figure stood outside your door. The warm light from your apartment spilled out into the hallway.

It was Louis, wearing a black tuxedo, holding a bouquet of fresh red roses, grinning like a little kid at DisneyLand. Your speakers began to play "Kiss Me", and you and Louis did just as the lyrics suggested, swaying slightly to the bass in the background of the song, dropping the roses to the floor.

Just as the song ended and "Give Me Love" began to play, he carried you away, and... Well... You can finish this bit on your own.

The next morning...

You wake up drearily to the sounds of clothing hangers rustling around, and reach for Louis' side, only to find empty sheets.  

"Lou?" 

Your eyes open slowly as you focus in on your bedroom. You see a suitcase on the ground, clothes strewn across the floor and you feel that all-too-familiar sensation of numbness sweeping over you, dread for what's undoubtedly going to come. 

A honey-brown head peeps out of your deep closet. "Yeah, love?" He says chippily.

"Wh- what are you doing?" you say hopefully, trying to play it off casually.

"Packing, of course." He carries on, rummaging through your shared closet.

You bury yourself in the comforter, remembering about the tour. However selfish it might be, you wanted Louis at home, but there was nothing you could do, and you were too tired to think straight,  anyways. You closed your eyes, hoping you could drift off to sleep and this would all be a dream.

"Aren't you gonna get up? Or do ya want me to just pack some stuff for you?"

You jolt up, and try to clear your head. "What?"

Louis tilts his head, smiling. "You will need to pack, of course. I did mention... Oh. Oops." He laughs foolishly. "Management says you can come on tour with me and the boys!" 

"What?" you say, your eyes widening.

"Don't you know that I'll always come back for you?"

Thanks for reading! Love you, all. xx, Holly (: