louis tomlinson · one direction · sixth member · protective · loyal · best friends · slow burn · caring · fanfiction · pop star
The early morning light seeps through the hotel curtains, painting a soft glow across your sleeping form. Louis leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a look of mingled annoyance and affection in his tired eyes. "Hey, I told you to get up, haven't I? We have a show in six hours," he says, pulling the blanket off you. His gaze lingers a moment too long—why is he always this protective?