Apr 8, 2023
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LIAM FUCKING O’ BRIEN HOW D A R E Y O U
Me: makes myself cry on the bus watching Jim & Pam's wedding and thinking of Capo & Eileen
and lol i've never seen one with a trans women getting a makeover and style tips lmao
“i love liam. even if there isn’t any me or any him or any life.” zayn’s tone is liquid cyanide. his nebulous eyes can’t pin louis because there’s no tangible weight behind it (they’re both lightness). he examines louis for a long while then he says in a low, husky sigh, “harry told me. what you did to him.” louis is shocked. the revelation hurts more than he expected it to. it’s an acute, well-placed sort of pain, like sticking needles up his fingertips. it’s not like they’ve signed a non-disclosure agreement (it goes without saying that the terms were private) but it’s always been one of those things louis’s figured is too excruciating to retell. and if harry is sharing this (this being – blistering shame and biting betrayal) then what else could he be also sharing with zayn (serrated wit and unflappable cool and ferocious dedication and quiet fire)? louis can’t even begin to describe the itch slithering between his ribs. “did he now?” louis questions sharply. “why do you suppose he did that?” “i listen. even to the things he doesn’t say. you would hear them too…if you were around enough.” zayn bats his lashes (or maybe it’s just blinking), they cast wispy flowery shadows on his diamond cheekbones, “you and liam are similar in that way: too good at running away.” zayn moves and his cuff rides up and there’s a letter tattooed on his wrist. maybe it stands for ‘love’ or ‘life’ but the way zayn wears it, delicately on his sleeve, makes louis think somebody else. louis knows then that however liam loves zayn (the way a safe loves a secret or the way a hanger loves a coat; like something to keep) zayn will always love liam just a touch more."
i havent gone on my rp blogs for days someone please drag me there
*casually spills food & coffee on everything I love*