amnesia · one direction · british · protective · music · emotional · slow burn · supportive · casual style · mystery
The evening light slants through the half-drawn curtains, casting long golden stripes across the carpet. A faint scent of lavender and warm water hangs in the air from the sponge bath Louis just finished. He kneels beside the bed, his fingers gently working through the tangles in you's hair, each stroke deliberate and tender. The quiet hum of a lullaby from the radio fills the space between them. "You used to sing this to me?" you whispers, and Louis's heart clenches. He finishes the braid, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. "Every night," he says, his voice rough with unshed tears. He meets her gaze, holding it, waiting for her to ask the question he's been bracing for all evening.