Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Twitter Pictures (L.T)

* Y/T/N stands for your Twitter name *

* Y/N stands for your name *

Louis popped in the disk and came to sit beside me on the sofa.

I sat at one end and he came to sit pressed up against me.

He leant back against the cushions, laying his arms out, as he slouched back in his seat.

"Come here love," he whispered, smiling warmly.

I shuffled over to where he sat, my head coming to lay on his shoulder, my arms wrapping tight around his chest.

The movie began to play, one I'd never seen or heard of, but he'd insisted it was amazing.

I snuggled up to his chest, getting myself comfy against his biceps, which were surprisingly soft.

The movie rolled on, and as the minutes ticked by, my eyes became heavy.

I shifted my weight, sliding my head down his chest, till it came to rest in his lap.

His hands came down, one hanging over my waist, the other running through my hair, sifting it through his fingers lazily.

My eyes began to droop, until they closed and I drifted in and out of sleep.

He continued, without pausing, to run his fingers through my hair, as he watched the movie.

I slept peacefully in his lap, hearing him humming every so often.

He shifted his weight, as he dug around in his pocket, pulling out his phone and making me stir.

I awoke, but didn't open my eyes, and I heard his sigh of relief as he thought I'd slept through his movements.

I small smile crept across my lips, as he bent over my body and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to the side of my head.

I heard the faint click, the sound resonating in the quiet confined room.

I was vaguely aware that he'd taken a picture, but of what I wasn't sure.

"I'm one lucky guy," he whispered, as he tapped away on his phone.

My heart melted as those four words sunk in and I began to realise that I really did love this boy.

I was the lucky one in this relationship.

--

The movie ends, the credits roll and the music blasts, waking me from my deep slumber.

I stir, my eyes fluttering open, blinking a couple of times as I take in my surroundings.

I yawn loudly, stretching out my arms and push myself into a sitting position.

I look across to catch him watching me intently, his blue eyes sparkling, a smile creeping across his lips.

"Hey, sleepy head," he says, pushing the loose strands of hair behind my ear.

I lean my face into his palm, and he cradles my face, rubbing the pad of his thumb across my cheek.

"You missed the whole film," he chuckled.

"Oops," I replied, shrugging.

I shift my body so I lay at his side again, cuddling up as close as I can to his body.

He wraps an arm around my shoulder, his head resting on top of mine, as my phones buzzes on the table.

I reach for it and see a notification from Twitter telling me that people are retweeting a tweet I was mentioned in.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion as I wonder what tweet this could possibly be.

I swipe across the phone, unlock the screen and click on the Twitter icon.

I pull up my notifications and my face drops, when I see the picture Louis has posted, tagging me in it.

It's a picture from before, whilst I was sleeping.

I vaguely recall the sounds of a camera clicking, and it begins to dawn on me that this is what it was.

The pictures has a caption, "My girl Y/T/N sleeping #beautiful".

I scroll down noticing the thousands of retweets and favourites, the comments an endless cycle of appreciation for our relationship and it makes me smile.

The picture, however, makes me slightly embarrassed.

I drop my phone by my side and my head falls into my hands, as I let out a soft groan.

"Why did you post that Louis?" I whine.

He chuckles, as he reaches across and pulls my hands away from my face.

"Look at me," he begs.

My hands fall to my lap, wringing together, as I bite down on my lip.

"I did that because you're the most beautiful girl I know and I want you to be able to see that. I also want to show you off, I want people to see that you're mine, that I'm taken and that I fucking love you," he explained, his eyes burning with the lust he has solely for me.

His thumb swipes at the tears I didn't even notice were falling, and he swipes down my face to my lips, tugging at my bottom lip and pulling it free from my teeth.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you not to bite that lip. It's mine and it's too damn tempting when you do shit like that," he grumbled, as he bit on his own lip.

"Oh, but you're allowed to do it," I moaned, pulling at his lip.

He smirked, as my thumb touched his lip, and he opened his mouth, biting on the pad of my thumb.

He touched my hand, pulling it to his lips and kissing each finger and thumb.

"Louis..." I started, unsure of where I was going.

He cupped my head, my cheeks laying in his palms and pulled our foreheads together, so our eyes were locked on one another's.

"I love you, Y/N, so much," he whispered.

"I love you too, Louis, so much," I replied.

His lips came down, connecting with mine, in a warm kiss.

Our lips moulded together, crushing against one another, and moving as one.

His hands slid down to intertwine around my neck and mine had curled around his waist, pulling him as close as I possibly could.

This was my life and I loved it.