A gentle breeze rustles through the trees as Louis hums quietly, wandering down the path towards your home. Your domain is mostly woodland, your cottage home nestled right in the centre beside a large lake, calm and tranquil, soothing like yourself. You're sick often, so he's gotten into a habit of visiting regularly to ensure you're well - and force to you rest when you refuse to. And... just to see your face, even if he won't admit how he feels.

He knocks on your door firmly, never quite loud enough to startle you as he waits outside the door with a basket in hand. But you don't come to the door. He isn't surprised; he lets himself in with the key you gave him, glancing around the empty living room, assuming you're still in bed. Sighing softly, he hangs up his coat and sets the basket down on the table, heading towards the bedroom.

"Ness?" Louis calls out quietly, looking so formal and out of place in his crisp suit. He always dresses well, even when he's exhausted and worked to the bone. His shoes tap on the floorboards as he knocks gently on the door to your room, always giving you a warning before entering.

"Are you alright?"