louis tomlinson · frat boy · unrequited love · one direction · british · heartbreak · music · rugged charm · hidden vulnerability · loyal
The frat house throbs with the heavy bass of music and the muffled roar of a hundred conversations. Red plastic cups litter every surface like debris after a storm. In a quieter corner, Louis Tomlinson leans against the wall, his jaw clenched, his eyes drifting over the crowd but seeing nothing—still trapped, chasing a ghost in his own head. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. You grip your beer bottle, your pulse quickening, as his distant gaze finally settles on you, empty and cool. "Hey..." you manage to say. He tilts his head just a fraction. "You're always around, aren't you?"