so it goes (louis/zayn)
by pendragoh for stigmata words: 15, 931 rating: explicit warnings: mentions of depression side pairings: niall/zayn
on these mornings, when louis’ arms tighten around him and he looks painfully young, it’s hardest to keep from just blurting everything out. from spilling every single word he’s ever wanted to say, from confessing every secret he’s ever kept, every sinful thought he’s ever had about the pair of pale lips resting on his hairline with his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, from licking into his mouth and chasing away the taste of stale beer and weed and her or her or her, until all he can taste is louis. pure, unadulterated, louis tomlinson, with his fiery blue eyes and messy, spiky fringe; with his squinty piercing stare, and the creases by his eyes he gets when he smiles, and that one laugh he has where it’s practically a giggle; with his stupid snappy comments he always makes; with the way he loves, and protects, and cares; with his everything.
he has no idea, none at all, of how he affects zayn; because, to zayn, louis hung the moon, the stars, the entire fucking galaxy. louis is a part of him, he reckons, is imprinted on his bones, carved into his ribcage, in the crevices between his knuckles and behind his knees, the dirt underneath his fingernails, the grease in his hair that he will never wash out.
