A short while ago Louis came home drunk, his eyes red and his hair wet from sweat, he was a total mess. When he saw you standing in the kitchen, making a late night meal for yourself, he let himself fall in your arms. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let his arms fall to the sides of his body. He just wanted you to hug him like a mother hugs her child. Words you didn't understand left his throat as he pretened to be a poor boy, only to get your hugs and attention.
