Written All Over Your Face {l.t.}

chapter 11

A/N:: I'm so sorry that I did not update yesterday as I should have! I got sick Monday afternoon and literally slept that night through Wednesday afternoon. 😵‍💫 so here's an update on Thursday instead!

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"Holy hell, that was wild," Louis was grinning ear to ear, eyes crinkled. He was absolutely buzzing. We plopped down on the seats on the plane.

It was September 3rd (well, probably the 4th by now), and Louis had just officially wrapped up LTWT. It seemed more than a bit surreal. The whole thing had been maddening, in the best way possible. Besides my broken foot and Louis' broken arm, we'd run the whole tour on some kind of distorted high.

"I'm proud of you," I told him, snuggling up next to him in the aircraft.

Truth be told, I was also exhausted. I'd spent every moment that Louis was tied up in work doing things on my own: be it photography shoots or just exploring all the international places we got to see and visit. This world was such a surreal and beautiful place. I could almost travel the world for photography and never want for anything more in life.

Almost.

Louis pulled me in for a kiss. "God, I love ya, babe. Just absolutely love you."

I couldn't stop my blushing. It was the same blush that spread across my face every time Louis had told me that he loved me these past four months. Each time felt just as special as the first time: sitting at the table sharing coffee with his family in Doncaster before the show. I'd nearly dropped and shattered the mug that was in my hands, as the man quite literally just said it out of the blue.

"That never gets old," he teased, kissing me again.

"Sorry," I mumbled, blushing further and ducking my head down and onto his chest.

"No apologies, El. I love you, especially when you blush when I tell you."

He squeezed me in a hug. "I love you, too."

"So what the fook do we do now, eh?" Louis asked the next evening when we were pulling back into my garage. "I feel like I don't even know how to just be at home anymore."

"Well, I highly doubt you'll just be hanging around the house," I pointed out. "You only have a couple months until Faith in the Future is out and tickets are on sale for the next tour. All that pomo sounds like it will keep you plenty busy to me, Lou."

"Yeah, but for now, I'm coming home to you every day like a proper boyfriend would do, yeah?"

I let him wrap me up in his arms. We hadn't even made it our of the mud room yet, but I couldn't be bothered to care. Dating Louis still felt fresh and fun and exciting. This stretch of time before he started touring again was new, and I was excited. So excited, it seemed, that we had to make a quick trip up to my bedroom before we could even think about unpacking or settling back in at the house.

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In the end, Louis and I settled into a nice little routine together. I scheduled a lot of my work when he also knew he would be busy. This way, we had our free time available for one another if we so chose to spend it that way. We usually did. 

Listening to Louis Tomlinson sit on my couch and strum an acoustic guitar while I made breakfast on a lazy Sunday morning was quickly becoming my favorite part of our routine. Sundays were our slow days to sleep in, enjoy morning sex, and just waste the day away together. You wouldn't find us out of the house or even out of our pajamas for that matter.

Unfortunately, those lazy Sundays came to an end as promo for FITF started to become a very real thing that was taking up a lot of Louis' time. I also found myself booking a bit less for myself. I think Louis' schedule was exhausting enough to even think about, and I found myself too tired to stay any busier than just two or three shoots a week. In fact, it was on a Sunday afternoon that Louis came home from work to find me sleeping in my office chair.