Title:
We Are The Dead [2/5]
Pairing: Louis/Zayn
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction and none of the events within genuinely took place. The title is taken from a song by David Bowie.
Word Count: 2, 404
Warning[s]: Gender non-conformity/being gender queer, references to drug use [both illegal & prescription], a necrophilia-related metaphor.
Summary: Blitz Kids!AU They had both been golden, Louis knows. They’d been stalked in awe; the prettiest post-punks London had to offer. Coils of smoke that nobody could catch. Nobody’s property to cage and label. Whenever Louis spirals down, he wonders what Bowie had desired from Zayn that he couldn’t give, too; he would of given anything. His signature for his soul and fifteen minutes of fame. His signature for his soul and his rightful place tucked close to Zayn’s side. He feels like half a boy without him and no matter what makeup has framed them, his blue eyes have been dulled since their last kiss good bye.
A/N: This piece is inspired by the
Blitz Club kids/Boy George's teenage years & early career/the filmWorried About The Boy. I um, started this pre-Liam's unimpressive spat with Boy George, and gosh didn't that feel awkward... Anyway. The next four chapters will flick back and forth between flashbacks and present time [presents for the eighties, anyway].
Chapter 1 -
Chapter 2