Louis Tomlinson Imagines

He Braids Your Hair

Your Point of View
"UGH!" I scream. My hair started getting really knotted and I couldn't braid my hair. I started getting really frustrated. "Baby? Are you alright?" Louis opened the door and looked at me. "I'm okay. I just can't put my hair into a braid." He grinned. "I can! Having 4 little sisters helps." I gave him the elastic and he braids my hair very gently. "If it hurts, sweetie, just say so and I'll stop, okay?" I nodded and he sectioned my hair out into thirds. He carefully and slowly braided it until it was done. He put the elastic on and smiled. "Sooo?" He asked. "Perfect, Boo Bear." His face flushed and his sea green eyes traveled to mine. "I love you, Y/N. You know that right?" I nodded, leaning into him and kissing his lips tenderly. "I love you too, Louis. You're just the perfect little thing." I smiled as I leaned into him, thinking if what was yet to come.

I know it's short, but it's the first one. I just want to make sure I get Louis' personality right. I want to make it darn close to perfect, although I know it won't. Enjoy.~Abby