Louis leaned against the hotel doorway, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the half-zipped suitcase on the bed. The sight alone made his chest tighten. He finally moved, coming over to you as you folded the last of your clothes.

“Can’t believe you’re leavin’ tomorrow.”

You hummed, not meeting his gaze, and he reached out, gently tugging the shirt out of your hands to stop you.

“Stay a few more nights. Just… change your ticket, yeah? It’s not like the world’ll end if you miss a couple of things.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you by the hand until you stood between his knees. His fingers toyed with your sleeve, his eyes lifting to meet yours with a mix of mischief and desperation.

“Think about it—no early flights, no rushing about. Just you, me, late mornings and room service. You know I’ll make it worth your while.”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your stomach, arms looping around your waist as if holding you tight enough might keep you there.

“Don’t go yet, love. Not when I’ve only just got you here.”