none of my friends have reached out to me, feeling so alone. haven’t talked to anyone genuinely in days, last call ended after thirty minutes and i haven’t bothered to respond since
when zayn was asked what he can’t live without and that motherfucker answers “YOU” TO LOUIS AND THEN THEY HUG TENDERLY WHILE I JERK OFF
this WHOLE ENTIRE VIDEO where louis is hanging all over him and whispering to him and giggling with him and then zayn rubs his nipple for like 6 hours
shrieking
also this entire video remember when they were snuggling the whole time and louis also basically rode his ass into the ground they were pm doing doggy in front of my eyeballs
when they had a piggyback race and zouis WON especially bc louis’ piggyback holding technique is to cradle zayn’s entire ass in both hands #same
THIS WHOLE ENTIRE GIF WTF
this day. this day. i don’t know if y’all remember this day but i do. after halloween when they’d gone out and still had eyeliner and facepaint hastily wiped off for interviews and appearances and THEY LOOKED SO BEAUTIFUL
i can’t do this anymore. this isn’t even the correct top 5. this is more than 5. i’m 35 pages into my zouis tag and i can’t leave. why did u do this to me?
when you really take a step back, you can’t help but to truly see louis for the home that he is and he builds around others. he has the gift of always providing that fuzzy relief and familiarity in others that they feel when they step into the comforts of their own space, even if he’s just met them. he would lay his life down to build a roof over his friends and family’s head. he holds strong like a foundation against trials and tribulations for his loved ones. he is the crackling of a fireplace late at night, providing warmth and stability. he’s the wrapping of arms around your frame, knowing that you are taken care of. he tries his hardest to be the tender confines of a bed, of a shower, of a hazy morning– kitchen scented with coffee grounds and maple syrup. he protects, he shields, he nurtures. he provides everyone he touches with a sense of rest and a place of sanctuary. he is a shelter.
happy birthday, louis— to the one man who genuinely embodies everything delicate and sacred about the feeling of home.
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