Well..I would wake up,look around my room,see him,roll over,try to fall back asleep,then have it register,'Oh,shit. Louis Tomlinson is sitting on my bed.' Then I'd sit up,look at him,giggle,then crawl over to him,hug him,and bury my head in his neck.
Well first I say where are the rest of the boys and call my cousin the I get up from my kitanda take him to my jikoni and make breakfast and maybe not go to school and take him somewhere well no i keep him at my house and i well kill myself if it was a dream