Unlike his older brother, who seemed to be living in a constant state of romantic blissfulness, Louis had never really understood nor felt like what it was like to be in love. His past relationships had been close to alright. Not bad experiences, but nothing where he felt completely at ease with the other person, he never got the feeling of being complete.

Which had lead him to think that love was bounded, a precious metal bound to starve. Until you arrived, and changed everything, his perspective of love, his feelings, suddenly, the way theodore always talked about his wife made sense.

You opened up quarries every time you came around, every time he got to hold you like this. Skin-to-skin, pressed up against each other, yet wishing he could be closer. His thumb rubbed your shoulder, as he stared into your eyes, like a deer caught in your lights. He might be a fool, but he was your fool, till the end.

“Penny for your thought?” Louis inquired, pecking your temple, and breathing in the sweet scent of your hair.