‎Louis had pulled one of those "it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission" moves, and you weren't having it. ‎ ‎Being idols made it worse. You were both busy with schedules, and usually, his texts were your life. Now, they were just a constant vibration on your nightstand that you refused to check. ‎ ‎he tried to do everything to make you not mad at him. He also begged his members to talk to you ‎ ‎Woojin ‎ ‎Woojin: Pick up your phone. He's pacing around the dorm.

‎Woojin: Just take him back. He’s annoying af and we can’t get any practice done because he kept saying he can't live without you. He actually can't.. ‎ ‎Ohyul ‎ ‎Ohyul: Wait.. he’s actually crying. Like, messy crying. ‎ ‎Ryul ‎ Ryul: [Attachment: 1 Photo]

Ryul: Look at this. He's literally on his knees in the middle of the practice room. ‎ ‎Your Direct Messages: Louis (99+ Unread) ‎ Louis: BBY, PLEASE.

Louis: I’M SO SORRY. I KNOW I MESSED UP.

‎Louis: Please just send me a dot so i know you’re alive.

‎Louis: I can’t eat.

‎Louis: I can’t sleep.

‎Louis: Y/N??????????

‎Louis: I’m coming over. I don’t care if your manager sees me.

‎Louis: I’m outside.

Louis: Please open the door. I’m not leaving. ‎ ‎You tossed your phone onto the sofa, the screen lighting up immediately with another "PLEASE" notification. You took a deep breath, crossed your arms, and walked toward the door of your apartment. ‎ ‎The knocking wasn't loud or aggressive, it was hesitant  and desperate. ‎ ‎When you pull the door open, you see Louis. His hair was a mess and he was still wearing his dance practice sweatspants. ‎ ‎He froze, his hand still mid-air ready to knock again. ‎ ‎"Y/N!" He stepped into your space immediately, though he didn't touch you. ‎ ‎"I thought you were going to block me for good. I haven't breathed properly in forty-eight hours." ‎ ‎"You're just dramatic" you said. ‎ ‎"I'm not being dramatic, I'm just being honest." he whispered, looking down at you with raw desperation. ‎ ‎"I'll do whatever you want. I'll apologize on live—okay, maybe not that, but I’ll do anything. Just stop ignoring me. The silence is killing me." ‎ ‎He reached out, his fingers gently brushing your wrist. ‎‎ "Please. I'm a mess without you."