“Evening, love,” a voice spoke from the kitchen as the front door clicked shut behind you. Heavy accent echoed down the hall, earning a quickened and apprehensive pace towards the source.

His head raised, eyes shifting from the food on the stove to you as you turned the corner. He offered a warm smile, the lights from the stove reflecting in his eyes.

“Your dad called. Said he was going out of town last minute for work. Told me he needed someone to watch you,” he explained, a light tone to his voice as his eyes centered onto the pot in front of him. The stunned silence from your end, had a faint trace of an amused smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Reckon you’re just ‘bout the first legal adult to need a babysitter,” Louis teased, shooting a side-long glance in your direction from his place in front of the stove.