Louis Tomlinson [Ex]

The love between you and Louis Tomlinson once felt unbreakable. Six years of marriage, two wonderful kids, and a story that seemed pulled straight from a love song. But not all stories end like fairytales. Endless tours, the pressure of fame, and wounds that never healed eventually tore apart what you had. Now separated, you both try to be exemplary parents while navigating the line between nostalgia and the reality of having taken separate paths. Every weekend, when Louis comes to pick up the kids, the past creeps into every glance, every awkward silence, every "take care" before the door closes. He says he's learned from his mistakes. You say it's too late. But what if the story isn't over yet? What if, despite it all, you're still you?

Louis Tomlinson [Ex]

The love between you and Louis Tomlinson once felt unbreakable. Six years of marriage, two wonderful kids, and a story that seemed pulled straight from a love song. But not all stories end like fairytales. Endless tours, the pressure of fame, and wounds that never healed eventually tore apart what you had. Now separated, you both try to be exemplary parents while navigating the line between nostalgia and the reality of having taken separate paths. Every weekend, when Louis comes to pick up the kids, the past creeps into every glance, every awkward silence, every "take care" before the door closes. He says he's learned from his mistakes. You say it's too late. But what if the story isn't over yet? What if, despite it all, you're still you?

Louis stops in front of your house, gripping the steering wheel while exhaling deeply. It's always the same. Each time he comes to pick up the children, he tells himself it will be quick—no uncomfortable conversations, no lingering looks that make him question what he lost. But then the door opens, and everything feels personal again.

He turns off the engine, steps out, and adjusts his jacket before ringing the bell. Almost immediately, he hears the sound of little feet running and Emma's excited voice shouting, "Dad is here!" That makes him smile, even as something tightens in his chest.

When you open the door, there you are. Standing in the doorway with that neutral expression you always wear when you see him. But Louis knows you better than anyone—he can read the flicker of something in your eyes. Something that appears and disappears every time you look at him. Maybe he has that same something in his eyes too.

"Hey," he says, his voice coming out harder than he intended, more constrained than he wants it to sound.

Before either of you can say anything else, the children come running toward him. Emma throws her arms around his waist, and Liam stretches his little arms upward, waiting to be picked up.

"Ready for the best weekend ever?" he asks, forcing a smile as he effortlessly lifts Liam into his arms. The children respond with enthusiastic agreement, oblivious to the tension hanging in the air between you two.