Louis: You take a bite of your cereal as you continue scrolling down your dashboard. It’s a calm, sunny morning and you’ve had a lazy start—reading for a while in bed, a slow, warm shower, and now a quiet breakfast at your kitchen table. You feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and a head rest on your shoulder.
“Good morning.” Louis mumbles and plants a kiss on your neck. You smile.
“Good morning. I thought you’d never wake up.” You turn your head and he gives you a peck on the lips. “Cereal?” you offer. He sleepily nods and walk to the other side of the kitchen to retrieve a bowl. You take in his comfy appearance as he shuffles around—sweat pants, a t-shirt, and his fringe sweeping just over the top of his glasses.
“I really love your sleepy face.” You say, giving a small grin over the top of your laptop. He sits down with his bowl and begins pouring cereal.
“I really love sleep.” He replies in a raspy voice, grinning at himself and reaching for the milk. You laugh.
You pop over to twitter to see what’s going on while he mixes his cereal and begins to eat. What you find alarms you as you know Louis’ won’t be happy. He takes all the hate in the world, but when it affects you or one of the other boys he becomes incredibly defensive and has a hard time letting it go. You pause for a moment, debating whether you should even tell him or not.
“What do you want to do today, babe?” he asks, lifting his head and giving you a small smile while putting a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. He stops mid-bite, with the spoon still in mouth, and asks, “What?” when he notices your concerned look. You can’t help but laugh a little at his silliness, despite your concern for how he will react to what you’ve just seen.
“Well, I’m not sure I even want to tell you, but I know you’ll find out anyway. Just don’t freak out, okay?” you reply, asking for a response by your raised eyebrows. He sets his spoon down and his brow furrows just a bit.
“Okay..” he says, more serious, “what is it?”
You sigh and speak carefully, “It’s Tom again.”
“Blasted Parker.” He mutters under his breath as he stands up and walks behind you. “What did he say now?” he asks, clearly already angry as he puts his arms on either side of you and leans his hands against the table. His chin rests again the side of your head as he reads the tweet.
“1D fans are always wondering where @zaynmalik is but what they don’t realize is he’s just off banging @Louis_Tomlinson’s girlfriend! Haha but who wouldn’t she’s fit”
“Are you serious?” Louis says out loud, incredulous and angry.
“Louis- Louis!” you say, standing up and turning around to face him, placing your hands on your chest. “Louis.. look at me.” He reluctantly turns his head and stares at you, clearly annoyed. Not at you, of course, but at the audacity of Tom. “Take a deep breath.” You say, and he breathes in and closes his eyes. You put your hand to his cheek and give him a smile when his eyes flutter open again.
“We both know it’s not true. The fans know it’s not true. I’m sure Tom knows it’s not true too. He’s just trying to create drama. Don’t let him win.” You say, trying to calm him down. You always support Louis, and love the fact that he is so protective over you and the boys. But, you know people try to use that to their advantage, and you definitely don’t want to see him pressed into saying something he’ll regret.
