Louis Imagine (He Hurts You Accidentally) + 

“Just kick it!” Louis called across the yard, his voice brimming with playful energy. You muttered under your breath, positioning your shoe hesitantly against the ball. A gentle nudge with the toe was all you managed. He groaned, a theatrical sound of disappointment, and walked toward you. “Why can’t you just play with me, (Y/N)?” He fixed you with puppy-dog eyes, a familiar tactic. + 

You hadn't felt much inclination for games lately. Something had shifted within you, a subtle change in your mood. Yet, Louis was undeniably endearing. “Okay, fine,” you conceded, a small smile playing on your lips as he beamed and pressed a kiss to your cheek. + 

He stood ready, and you drew back your leg, putting genuine force behind the kick. The ball soared through the air, and he blocked it easily. “Nice going, love!” he shouted, his enthusiasm infectious. + 

You mirrored his smile, anticipating his return. This time, he kicked with even greater power, sending the ball hurtling directly toward your nose. + 

A sharp cry escaped your lips as the impact landed. You instinctively clutched at your face, blood blooming between your fingers. Louis was instantly at your side, his face etched with concern. “Are you okay?! I’m so sorry, sweetheart!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with genuine distress. Your nose throbbed with each pulse as he guided you toward the house. + 

Blood dripped through his hands as he attempted to stem the flow. He pressed a gentle hand against your nose, mirroring your own. “I’m sorry, love,” he repeated, his voice thick with remorse. “It’s okay,” you reassured him, offering a soft kiss. “Let’s go watch Spongebob.” + 

Together, you settled onto the couch, the comforting glow of the television filling the room. The day melted away, punctuated by laughter and the quiet comfort of shared companionship. You both cuddled and watched Spongebob all day. + 