You day had been completely awful. Nothing was going your way. Your boss was definatly going to fire you after you were late for the conference... Again, your credit card had been hacked and someone had spent over a billion dollars on tofu, of all things, and Louis was still on tour with the lads. His loves his job and you do too but sometimes you wish he could be home more often. You are constantly left alone unexpectaively because of concerts, tours, signings, you name it!
You walked into the living room and flung your purse and jacket across the room. You ran your hands over your face several times and screamed. You slid down the wall onto the floor, bawling like a three year old who had stepped on a ladybug.
"Why can't you be home?" you ask aloud.
"Y/N?" you hear a high-pitched, British voice call from one of the rooms in your flat.
"Lou?" you ask.
He comes out from the back bedroom with a concerned look on his face. His sits down next to you and pulls you in his arms. "What's wrong love? What's going on?"
"I just can't handle this anymore, Lou..."
He pecks your forehead and hugs you closer. "It's all right, love."
"But you're always gone... WHat if a your plane crashes or-or-or" You burst into tears just at the thought of losing Louis.
"I'm not going anywhere, love. Nowhere. Come on. Let's go to bed." He picks you up and carries you, bridal style, to the bedroom.