You and I was just playing in Burger King and I was already thinking about ziall and when it got to the chorus I started thinking about how I want a fic where the gods above ARE trying to separate the two of them and ziall fight it somehow. I don't know what this would all look like specifically though. Any ideas?
i legit thought you were gonna start this with, “you&i was playing in burger king and it reminded me of that video of you downing a half liter mojito in 11 seconds while y&i was playing in the background. wh....y did u do that again?” lmfaoooo
aNYWHO THIS IS REAL COOL AND I APPRECIATE IT YO.
if ziall were #Fated and the gods themselves were jealous of it and kept sending titans and tragedies and trouble at their brightness. if they were a soft condensation of promises and a bud of time kept obedient, i simply have to believe like i’ve said before - louis would be right there with them. louis would be their keeper, the balance to their boom, the one who remembers All The Other times when he touches one of them. nature abhors a vacuum.
he’s determined, he’s stubborn, he has a problem letting go of things, his mum always said and that’s fine if it means he can find some way to see niall and zayn’s smiles against one another.
“we have to travel,” he tells niall, sometimes.
“we have to say here, he tells zayn, others.
in a little tucked away part of him, he loves this, loves being this for them, loves that while niall and zayn are so intrinsically, explosively, brilliantly tied to each other, they’re also tied to louis in this way. they’re both his, he whispers to himself, watching another life collapse around them, a meteor shower this time and that’s a bit heavy handed, isn’t it zeus.
louis makes a raspberry but keeps his eyes on the action.
niall and zayn touch for the first time in 144 years.
and the world burns around them.
he likes the triumph of it, the knowing of them so well and the adventures and fun. but sometimes, sometimes it’s a little hard. he doesn’t quite love one of them, either of them the way that would be easier.
maybe sometimes he remembers when he’s kissing niall breathless and red and perfect and maybe sometimes he remembers when he’s nosing into the sharp curve of zayn’s soft top. maybe sometimes they choose louis instead. and it’s not perfect,
but no story with gods and fate and things that spark too bright in the void of creation is perfect. it’s always got to have a little pain.
