For eb-tomlinstyles
"Louis, could you not go in there please??"
You're completely desperate, not wanting him to go anywhere near your bedroom. It's messy, dirty, and there are more than a few photos of him and his bandmates up on the walls. You dash after him as soon as you hear the door slam shut, and you twist the door handle and push your body against the door, trying to fight his body weight on the other side.
"Oh, babe! This is beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous!" He teases, and you sigh audibly. "What are you sighing about? It's lovely!"
You close your eyes and hold your breath, trying your hardest not to giggle at the thought of Louis walking around your bedroom and admiring your posters. There's a sudden flopping noise, and you twist the doorknob with ease, walking into your bedroom to find your boyfriend sprawled comfortably across your duvet. His hands are folded on top of his stomach, and he's grinning widely at you as you approach him.
"I don't know why you were so embarrassed for me to come in, love." He says simply, and you exhale before answering.
"Your face is all over my bedroom. Isn't that a bit... I don't know, creepy for you?"
He laughs and motions for you to come lay down next to him, and you give in easily, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you close. He kisses the top of your head and rests his chin on top of your head.
"No, love, I'm honored to be adorning your walls."







