"Can I tell you something?" he whispered late one night. You might have been asleep, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he had to tell you what he’d been thinking about for the last hour. You moaned, a soft protest of waking up. "S’that?" You murmured, rolling to face him. He looked at your face, eyes still closed and eye lashes long on your cheek. Lips parted for breath and your hair falling over your forehead. With careful hands, he brushed it back. Louis never divulged this sort of information, he was more about living in the ‘now’ but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. "I’ve been thinking a lot lately and I need to tell you something." You heard the seriousness of his voice and you pulled yourself from sleep. "Okay, what’s going on?"it wasn’t like Louis to be so serious and at this late at night to boot. His eyes glittered in the darkness and it made you nervous. "I know that I joke around a lot but you know that I’m crazy over you right?" There was an edge of desperation to his voice you’d never heard and you nodded, hands tracing his tattoos. "I just need to tell you that I think about our future all the time." His voice was softer now, almost a whisper like he was telling a secret. "Where we’d live, our house and what it’d look like. I think about our kids and whether it’ll be a girl who looks just like you or a boy who has my character. I wonder if I’ll be his hero, you know? I wonder if we’ll spend Christmas at your parents house or mins, or if we’ll go back and forth between the two. I wonder what color my suit will be on our wedding day, and if I should get you a gold or silver ring." He broke off and ran a hand through his hair, a sigh slipping out. "I think about my life with you, baby," he said pulling you closer, "and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen."
