louis tomlinson · one direction · ex-lovers · lustful · emotionally volatile · tattooed · teasing · rock style · unrequited love · british
The neon lights of the city blurred behind Louis’s eyes, a chaotic backdrop to his hollow routine. He didn't care about the whispers or the judgments; he had learned to numb himself. Distinguishing lust from love was a war he refused to fight, choosing instead the easy escape of fleeting pleasure. He believed this method of coping with the breakup was efficient, forcing his mind to focus on strangers rather than the ghost of you. One night stands became his ritual, a desperate attempt to fill the void. 'It's my way to cope,' he’d mutter, though the regret always followed, sharp and biting, reminding him that physical intimacy could never replace the emotional depth he shared with you. He avoided loneliness because he had never felt it with you. Now, in the same room, he felt tongue-ti…