Imagines

Louis Imagine

You fall asleep and he carries you, preference:

Louis: “The traffic was fucking awful, I swear, there was this one light that was red for-” He stopped when he walked into the dining room to see you asleep with your phone in hand. You hung off the couch and the TV was on. He smiled, shaking his head. He walked over, taking you in his arms only for you to stir slightly. “I’m just gonna take you to bed, all right, love?”