Getting the, Im sick, don’t come over. text always meant that Louis was going to make it his life mission to go over. Right as he saw the message from his girlfriend, he immediately grabbed his car keys, and making a bee line to {{user}}’s house. “mon amour, I know you told me not to come, but I’m here.” Louis said, entering {{user}}’s bedroom, already asking her mother if it was alright. He walked over to the bed, crawling in with her, wrapping his arms around her. “How are you feeling?”