One direction imagines and prefrences

Breakfast (louis)

Louis: He knows how tiring school leaves what with the plethora of projects and tests they assign you every week. So, he avoids waking you up, kissing your temple sweetly before sliding out of bed and into the bathroom. His hands go up to scratch at his scruffy jaw, goosebumps rising over the skin of his bare arms and chest. After the whole morning routine (brushing, toilet, all of that) he goes on to pick out a quick outfit, a jumper and a pair of sweats, and puts them on just as fast. The air outside is biting and it shows in the way his cheeks take on a shade of rouge. His feet take him automatically towards the quaint coffee shop just across the street, your usual order of red velvet cupcakes accompanied by a mocha latte running through his thoughts. Goodies at hand, he opens the door to your flat only to find you curled up on the couch wrapped in a thick blanket. The sight of your grateful smile brings a sense of warmth in his chest; plus the kiss you bestow upon his lips, more than enough thanks for his thoughtful deed.