louis tomlinson · one direction · newborn · protective · vulnerable · working class · messy hair · emotional · fatherhood · band member
Rain whispers against the window, a quiet percussion that fills the dim, still apartment. The only other sound is the gentle cooing of baby Lacy from her crib. Then the doorbell rings—once, twice—a sharp, unfamiliar sound you haven't heard in a year, not since he left for LA. When you open the door, Louis is standing there, hair disheveled and damp, his eyes weary but intensely focused on you. He shifts his weight, his gaze drifting past your shoulder toward the nursery. "I know I've got no right to be here," he says, his voice low and rough. "But can I at least explain?" you, what do you say?