Olivia's POV
I woke up to the soft stroking of my hair.
Louis's fingers moved gently from the top of my head down to my cheek, slow and careful, like he was touching something fragile.
"Good morning, sunshine," he whispered, his voice warm and sleepy.
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of my head just as I yawned.
I blinked my eyes open and slowly pulled out of his arm, turning to look at him.
And gods… he looked handsome.
His hair was messy.
His eyes were half-closed.
His jaw looked sharper in the soft morning light.
There was a tiny sleepy smile on his lips that made my heart melt a little.
"Thank you," I whispered, smiling weakly.
He frowned a little. "For what?"
"For staying… for holding me… for everything."
He didn't say anything. He just touched my cheek with his thumb.
