ill crawl home to her

"Louis stomped over to the apartment across the hall from his. He expected his neighbor to be a middle aged woman with ten annoying kids or an old man stinking of whiskey, or maybe even a druggy that wore number 10.75 glasses. Banging on the door, he was fully prepared to spit a “what the fuck is wrong with you? Stop parking in my bloody spot,” but was rendered speechless when the door opened and he was greeted with a beautiful boy with shiny curls, and a little girl tucked under his hand behind his long, long legs, her eyebrows furrowed in an adorable scowl."