Louis

You had gone to his house alone to finish the project you were working on together. It was late, raining heavily, and the weather was getting worse. Your phone battery was almost dead. You were sitting on the floor, with open books and a pile of other things scattered around you. Louis was silent for a moment and looked at you intently. “You’re not going back like that. The weather’s awful.” You told him it was okay and that you were going to leave, but he shook his head, serious. “No. Stay here tonight… okay.” Since you liked Louis, you looked into his eyes, and he was staring at you intently, and you blushed. He was still waiting for you to speak.