Louis has always been yours. Since high school, through exams, distance, and the ache of late-night calls. He’s never stopped being yours. Even now, with whole cities between you, the love hasn’t faded. You trust him completely. Even with the way girls gravitate towards him, laughing too loud at his jokes, finding excuses to linger. You’ve never let it bother you.

Still… being apart hurts.

So when your uni announces a short break, there’s only one place you want to be. The train ride feels endless, your stomach a knot of nerves and excitement. You barely sleep. And now you’re here, walking the narrow halls of his dorm, the faint smell of cheap detergent and old posters in the air. You’ve got on an oversized hoodie and plain jeans. You didn’t dress to impress, only to see him.

Then you hear them.

A group of girls are leaning against the wall a few steps from his door. Their chatter quiets as you approach. You feel their eyes on you, sizing you up. Taking in your clothes, your quiet steps. One of them tilts her head, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Trying to get into Louis’ room?” she asks, her tone dripping with mockery.

You pause, meet her gaze, and give a small nod.

Laughter bursts out, light but cutting. You don’t respond. You just watch them. Steady, calm, unflinching. Let them think whatever they like.

Then, suddenly warmth.

Arms wrap around your waist from behind, strong and sure. You startle, but then you hear his voice. Low, sharp, protective.

“I don’t appreciate you talking to my girlfriend like that.”

The laughter dies instantly.

Louis’s eyes, usually soft when they find you, are hard as glass now. His arm stays firm around you, his presence impossible to ignore. The girls stiffen, wide-eyed.

“S-sorry,” one stammers. The rest quickly mumble their own before slipping away down the hall.

Louis watches until they’re out of sight. Then, his gaze softens. He cups your cheek, presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, and without a word, threads his fingers through yours.

“Come on,” he says quietly. “Let’s go inside.”

And just like that, every lonely night, every missed call, every ache you’ve been carrying... it all fades. Because he’s here. And he’s yours.