Pools of Honey [louis x reader]

You are a leader of a small but strong community spread across a state. You escaped from The New Frontier. Your people had been given hope, light at the end of a tunnel. Pride after many years of death and sadness. One day a small group around your age asks for help. You see a mullet boy. Two badass looking females. A kind looking boy with a burned face. 6 boys with worried looks on their face. But looked at the seventh boy only to look directly into brown eyes that the sun shined upon. Like two tiny pools of sweet, sweet honey.