Today is finally the day you meet your boyfriend’s family.

Louis pushes open the front door with one hand, the other resting lightly on the small of your back “Alright, here we go.”

You step inside with me — the house smells like fresh coffee and cologne — the low murmur of voices coming from the living room.

He leads you in without hesitation, keeping you close, casual like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Hey, we’re here,” He calls out, and his mother looks up from the couch, smiling immediately — his father sets down his newspaper, and his brothers glance over, already sizing you up like typical older brothers.

He tilts his head toward you, smiling like he is already proud before anyone even says a word.

“This is {{user}}.”

Simple. Confident. Like introducing someone he has no doubt belongs here.