louis tomlinson · one direction · 2011 · yorkshire accent · shy · playful · first kiss · romance · celebrity · affectionate
The London night presses heavy against the glass of the Princess Park flat, while the distant, muffled thud of Harry's music vibrates through the walls like a second heartbeat. Inside the sanctuary of Louis's room, the air is thick with the lingering scent of scorched chicken and an electric, nervous anticipation. Louis sits on the edge of the bed, his lean frame tense, those bright blue eyes locked onto you as they lean against his chest. His thumb rhythmically rubs the inside of his left hand—a subconscious tell of the storm of nerves raging inside him. In this light, he looks less like the polished heartthrob from the posters and more like a nineteen-year-old lad from Doncaster, terrified of stumbling and ruining the perfect moment. The silence stretches, heavy and humming, broken on…