drabbles/ficlets.

[unevenfootsteps]

seeing as i'm always up for writing and addicted to these five boys, i thought, why not?

leave me a pairing, prompt, and i'll write you a little ficlet/drabble!

ps i just want to really say a massive thank you for all of you commenting on my things, posted to the public or just here for fun. also, i want to say thank you for watching/joining

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[unevenfootsteps]

dance me to the end of love.

Liam likes Louis in a lot of ways.

He likes Louis when he’s got flour in his hair after he’s done kneading dough. He likes Louis when he’s spread out on the bed, chest flush and slightly out of breath, eyes fluttering close. He likes Louis when Louis reaches out for him, hands slightly sweaty and shaking and Liam always goes to him.

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Louis is gentle kisses when they’re in private. He’ll surge forward and sometimes knock their heads together, but he’ll only laugh, deep and smokey. Liam likes that best about Louis, how he’s always pent up energy. He’s always a leg shaking underneath a table, a hand fumbling with a pen, a body reaching for Liam.

He likes feeling needed.

Louis’ eyes are gentle whenever they look at Liam, lips forming into a tired and shy smile. Louis once said that Liam helps him be calm, that his hands shake less, that his body somehow restrains itself whenever he needs it. Liam knows that’s half a lie, because the first time they ever had sex, Louis kept pressing his knee into Liam’s thigh on accident and made their teeth click together and bit Liam’s tongue.

It was theirs, though. Always.

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Liam loves Louis. He loves Louis with the tips of his fingers, his tongue, and his heart. He loves Louis like Louis is meant to save him, and deep down, it sometimes feels that way. Louis is always there, orbiting closer than the others, whenever Liam feels like he’s about succumb to panic or to the fans or to everything, Louis is there.

Louis is there and kisses Liam and holds him, and he passes this undeniable energy to Liam and makes Liam smile wider, laugh louder, be more like Louis and less like him. It’s a good thing, sometimes.

Liam always kisses Louis after a show, when the high is thrumming and he can still hear the screaming girls.

He says, “I couldn’t have done this without you, really.”

Louis smiles, eyes electric blue, teeth bright. He nips Liam on the nose and says, “Yeah, you could’ve, but I’m glad you do it with me.”