#arohug

[1nialler-blog1]

@tumblr why did u let emrys off post limit

[manhcester]

ot5 in makeup ✨💄 @arohug

[finnsgrassword]

I made these louis in makeup edits,,,,,,,,, I’m so nervous these will flop but @arohug said to tag nym in the post

[manhcester]

I think I prefer this one (ARIAs, 2014)

[manhcester]

makeup ft. lilac hair louis

[stevebuckythor]

I’m officially hopping on the bandwagon

[1nialler-blog1]

The sight that greeted him when he opened the bedroom door further was yet another familiar thing. Zayn was shirtless and sprawled out on his back on his bed, the radio sitting on his dresser grumbling out music that sounded like The Neighborhood, and a couple of empty bottles on the floor of Zayn’s room told Louis reason why he was called over like this. This was fine, really. He knew it was going to be like this as soon as he had seen the text, so he just shoved those feelings back into the boxes and shove it all to the back of his mind the best that he could.

He knocked on the door frame before walking further into the room, causing Zayn to slowly sit up and give him a dopey smile, his eyes not exact focused when they lit up with recognition. Louis returned the smile, of course, dropping his phone next to the radio before kneeling his way onto the bed.

Before he could get any words out though, he was pulled into a kiss by a hand fisted in the front of his shirt and of course he went willingly, melting into it easily as he brought his own hand up to cup Zayn’s jaw.

“You came,” Zayn breathed whenever he pulled away from the kiss, wasting no time in leaning in again and pressing a kiss to Louis’ jaw.

“Of course I did,” Louis breathed back, because he always did. He’d always come whenever Zayn needed him. But Louis didn’t bother adding that because he was pretty sure a part of Zayn knew that.

[1nialler-blog1]

Take me to St. Louis✈