Louis:
You and Louis had been together for six months, and in that time, he had been nothing but patient and understanding. He never pushed you, never questioned why you weren't ready yet. Instead, he gave you all the time you needed to trust him completely.
It was one of the many reasons you loved him so much.
That evening, you were curled up on his couch in one of his hoodies, your legs draped across his lap while a movie played in the background. Louis' attention wasn't on the screen, though. He was focused on you—his fingers drawing gentle patterns on your thigh, his blue eyes occasionally flicking to your face as you laughed softly at something on the TV.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" he murmured suddenly, his voice warm and soft.
You felt your cheeks heat up, smiling shyly as you turned to him. "You always say that," you whispered.
"Because it's true," he said, leaning closer to brush a kiss against your temple. "I mean it, love. Every time."
The way he looked at you made your heart flutter. He had this way of making you feel like the most important person in the world, like you were the only thing that mattered to him.
You reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over the stubble on his jaw. "I love you, Louis," you said softly, the words coming easier now than they had the first time you'd said them.
His smile was immediate, lighting up his entire face. "I love you too," he said, his voice filled with so much sincerity that it made your chest ache.
As he leaned in to kiss you, it started out sweet and slow, but soon it deepened, becoming something more. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically sitting in his lap. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your own, and for the first time, you didn't feel nervous. You felt ready.
When you pulled back slightly, your eyes met his, and he must have seen the shift in your expression because he froze. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I think... I think I'm ready," you said quietly, your heart pounding in your chest.
Louis blinked, as if he hadn't heard you correctly. "Are you sure?" he asked, his hands still resting gently on your waist. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for, love. You know that, right?"
"I know," you said, your voice steady. "But I trust you, Louis. I want this—with you."
His face softened, a mix of love and awe washing over his features. "Okay," he whispered, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time.
He carried you to his bed, taking his time with every touch, every kiss. He made sure you were comfortable, constantly checking in to make sure you were okay. He was gentle, careful, and so unbelievably sweet that it brought tears to your eyes—not out of pain, but because you had never felt so loved.
Afterward, as you lay tangled together in the sheets, Louis pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapped securely around you. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice full of affection. "I hope you know that."
You smiled, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I feel pretty amazing right now," you admitted, making him chuckle softly.
"You should," he said, kissing the top of your head. "Because you are."
In that moment, you knew that you couldn't have asked for a more perfect first time. Louis made you feel safe, loved, and completely at ease—exactly as it should be.
