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@louistomlinson whoever he is, lucky guy
↳ @blueyalodia louistomlinson maybe one day you'll meet him 🦑

@𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 THE GUITAR EMOJI. it's him, i just know it

@adelainemonroe imogen tell them who took the first photo
↳ @blueyalodia adelaidemonroe i choose peace
     ↳ @louistomlinson adelainemonroe me

@thephoebetomlinson my girl!!

@jacobheartly who's eye is that
↳ @blueyalodia jacobheartly @louistomlinson

@lottietomlinson forever jealous of ur talent
↳ @blueyalodia lottietomlinson i adore you

@user lowkey stalking her insta rn and she seems so sweet i can't hate her
↳ @user user when u want to hate her but she's just too sweet

@user if she makes louis happy, im happy

waking up to the sound of someone rummaging in the kitchen wasn't exactly on my to-do list tonight. the day had been longenough,exhausting in every sense of the word, and i really thought that curling up in louis' bed would be the most eventful part of the night.

the day had started fine. it was another gallery showing that had thrown everything into chaos. or, rather, a certain model boy who'd decided to call me "gorgeous" while louis was standing just a few feet away.

harmless, right? except louis didn't seem to think so. i'd caught the way his jaw tightened, the way his hands flexed like he was resisting the urge to throw something. his response to me afterward had been more of the same: sarcastic, evasive.

"you alright?" i'd asked him after we left the gallery.

"yeah, why wouldn't i be?"

"you seemed... tense."

"me? nah. you're imagining it, bluey. don't flatter yourself."

his words had been light, teasing. but his eyes? his eyes said everything he didn't.

it was always like this with louis: layers of sarcasm and sharp humor hiding something softer underneath. and while i was usually pretty good at peeling back those layers, tonight i just didn't have the energy to try. so, we went back to his place.

i fell asleep with him next to me, his hand idly playing with my hair like he always did when he thought i wasn't paying attention. it was comforting, the kind of gesture that made me forget about the rest of the world.

but now, i was awake. alone.

the faint clang of something metal pulled me fully from my half-asleep haze. i debated just waiting for him to come back, but curiosity got the better of me. quietly, i slipped out of bed and padded toward the sound.

and there he was.

louis, standing shirtless in the kitchen, sharpening knives like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"are you mad?" i asked, leaning against the doorframe.

he glanced at me, his expression unreadable. "no."

"so... sharpening knives at 2 a.m. is just a hobby now?"

his lips twitched like he wanted to smirk but couldn't quite manage it. instead, he turned his attention back to the blade in his hand. "what can i say, bluey? keeps me calm."

"uh-huh. you're definitely mad," i said, stepping closer.

"what gave it away? the knives?"

"louis." my voice softened, and i reached out to touch his arm, forcing him to look at me. "seriously. what's going on?"

he set the knife down and ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "it's nothing."

"it's not nothing. you've been weird ever since the gallery."

"yeah, well, maybe i don't love hearing some pretty boy call you gorgeous, alright?" the words spilled out before he could stop them, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.

"you're jealous?" i asked, more surprised than anything.

"i'm not jealous," he said quickly, though the flush creeping up his neck betrayed him. "i just... don't like it. it's different."

"different how?"

he hesitated, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms. "you're you, bluey. you're not just... someone random. you're..." he trailed off, clearly struggling to find the right words.

"i'm what?"

"important," he finally said, his voice quieter now. "you're important to me. and i don't know what the fuck we're doing, but i know i don't want anyone else calling you gorgeous."

the honesty in his voice caught me off guard. louis wasn't one for big declarations or deep conversations, but here he was, laying it all out there for me.

"louis..." i stepped closer, my hands resting gently on his chest. "i don't want anyone else either."

"good," he said, his lips curving into that signature smirk of his. "because i'd hate to have to start sharpening knives in public."

i rolled my eyes, but i couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me. "you're so annoying."

"yeah, but that makes me, me, so you love it."

i didn't respond right away, letting the moment hang between us. the thing about louis was that, even when he was being ridiculous, he had this way of making me feel safe. like nothing else mattered.

"you really don't need to worry about anyone else," i said softly. "i'm here. with you."

he looked at me for a long moment, his blue eyes searching mine like he was trying to figure out if i was being honest.

"you know you're too good for me, right?" he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

"don't be ridiculous."

"i'm not. you're... you're so fucking sweet, bluey. and me? i'm..." he trailed off, gesturing vaguely as if that explained everything.

"you're louis," i said simply. "that's all i need."

he didn't say anything, just pulled me into a hug so tight it almost took my breath away.

"i've never met someone like you before," he muttered against my hair.

we stayed like that for a while, the kitchen quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge. eventually, he pulled back just enough to look at me, his hands resting on my waist.

"so... no more sharpening knives in the middle of the night?" i teased.

"no promises," he said, his smirk returning.

"you're lucky you're cute," i shot back, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"damn right i am," he said, his voice full of that cocky confidence i'd come to love.

and just like that, whatever tension had been lingering between us melted away. we weren't perfect—far from it—but for now, we were enough.