Imagine:
You were studying for an exam that was coming up, and you hadn't been sleeping, or eating properly, causing Louis to get a little worried.
"Y/N.. babe.. you need to rest." He cooed, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.
"Just.. five more minutes, promise." You murmured, flipping through the thick textbook.
"That's what you said two days ago." He grunted, sitting down on the bed.
"Louis.. this exam is important.. I have to study."
"Y/N. The exam is in a month and a bit. You can take a day off. Just one day." He pouted. You sighed and looked at him, crossing your arms.
"And why should I take a day off?"
"Because you need to relax!"
"You don't ever take a day off from your working out!"
"Yeah, I'm working out because I'm doing it for you! Look. If I can do one hundred pushups, you're taking a day off and spending a day with me. Y/N and Louis day." You couldn't help but scoff.
"A hundred? Fine. I don't think anyone could do that." He immediately got down on the ground and started his pushups.
He had done about seventy in a couple minutes, and he wasn't even sweating. If it was you, you would've collapsed within the first ten seconds.
"And.. one hundred." He grunted, looking up at you with pride. "Now you have to take a day off. And I know exactly what we should start with." He smirked, standing up and grabbing your hands, pulling you over to the bed.
