Louis:
You throw your keys down on the counter and look around the silent house. This is Louis Tomlinson. The house is never silent. You can barely get it quiet. You walk upstairs and hear a groan come from the bedroom.
"Louis?" You enter the bedroom. It was pitch black. You could barely see your hand.
"Shh, close the door." You hear a muffled voice come from under the blankets. You do as your told. He voice was raspy due to the misuse of it. Louis is a chatterbox. Your surprised his voice isn't usually gone.
"Everything okay baby?
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