Louis was out performing a concert as usual, and you were always supporting him as he did so. But this particular night you could help but feel alone and wish he was around. As you sat in the dark room on your bed, the luminous messages kept popping up. All hate.
'Get away from Louis, slut'
'Your not even pretty'
'He deserves better'
Your obviously too fat'
Each sentence caused fresh tears to stream down your face. For hours you sat watching twitter, not having the ability to get up. Louis came back from the concert to find you curled up in bed sobbing. He dropped his bag and ran up to you holding your limp body in his arms. He immediately closed the computer.
"(Y/n), you can't listen to them. There is not a thing I don't love about you. How you always have tea before bed, how you talk in your sleep, even your dimples when you smile. Everything about you is beautiful, all of the little things and even the big picture!"
You smiled at Louis and went to the kitchen to make some tea.
