Fuck.

Everything was just going to hell. Louis ran his hands over his face, a panting mess. Everything was blurry and wet from the tears ruining his face.

{{user}} was late. Ridiculously late. It had been around 1:56 am on a rainy saturday night, you still weren’t home. He was growing increasingly anxious and his insomnia was acting up really badly.

It wasn’t until almost ten minutes later when you finally walked through the door of your shared apartment that he bolted up toward you.

“Fuck…..don’t….don’t leave me…” Louis gasped desperately, grasping at your shirt. “i can’t….handle it.”