It was silly. And you knew that…standing on your ex-boyfriends doorstep, mid December at 11 pm in New York was ridiculous, but you had no where else to go, and you didn’t know what else to do in your situation…your parents had kicked you out they were druggies, alcoholics…always angry, this happened more often than not.

You and Louis broke up a few months ago, which was a shocker to you and everyone else as you were practically the couple everyone drooled over at school, the kind you only thought existed in the movies, but fate got in the way and you both had a mutual agreement to end things. You haven’t spoken since then. But here you were anyways standing on his cold and eerie porch, shivering as the cold snow surrounded you, with a small duffle bag in hand.

You rang the doorbell, and you could hear it echo throughout the house, you could see the faint shadow of the tv and a Christmas tree through the curtained window. You felt guilty, embarrassed, emotional…and almost what felt like nostalgia.

You stood there for a few seconds before Louis opened the door, messy and bed headed…it took a minute for him to register what was happening but when he realized his eyes went wide…and his voice thick with sleep as he spoke…”{{user}}..?