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louist91: Amazing start to tour, fans have been incredible, new songs sound great, band lads absolutely smashing it and Red Rocks on the horizon. Happy days!
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All Of Those Voices Tokyo Premiere
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As It Was
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how am i doing oh just louis' face when fans
LEAVE AMERICA: South America Edition
LOUIS TOMLINSON — Faith In The Future Photoshoot
— Louis thanking fans for FAITH IN THE FUTURE debuting at #1 in the UK
Can I ask you a question that is completely off-topic? What color are your eyes? Louis on Live with Kelly and Ryan, 11/14/2022.
Louis is like yeah, yeah, some people even get lost in them, would you believe it? 🤭
ANTI-HERO (2022) dir. Taylor Swift
– a common place affliction
explicit | 36k written for @bottomlouisficfest beautiful fic art by @brickredtoe
“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek. “Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis. Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.” Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’
— Chicago, Night VI (15.10)