Do you want to talk about this or ..
quite honestly...
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...I have no clue what I'm doing.
But you can call me Flora.
Hi.
Do you want to talk about this or ..
the grand tif scene-by-scene picspam - the carwash
For a moment, for one glorious moment, Louis thinks there must actually be something to this whole destiny thing Zayn believes in so adamantly, because in that moment, everything aligns. The first chords of “Rock You Like a Hurricane” rip through the carpark in perfect time with Zayn’s footsteps as he walks toward Liam’s car, peeling his sticking shirt off over his head, and just then a cloud moves and the late afternoon sun hits him from behind, and okay, wow. Zayn shakes his hair out just as the guitar really kicks in, and if Louis didn’t know better, he’d swear that Zayn is moving in slow motion. It is actually the most ridiculous thing Louis has ever seen, but it’s also kind of the best thing that has ever happened.
Then Zayn looks up.
“Fuck,” Louis says under his breath, glancing back. Harry’s got one fist pressed to his mouth in anticipation, eyes darting from Louis to Zayn to Liam and back again. Niall is next to him, whispering, “Yes, yes,” to himself, his eyes wide.
For half of a second, Zayn seems frozen in place. He stares at Liam. Liam stares back, and then gives a tiny little wave.
This, it seems, is enough to snap Zayn out of his stupor. A change comes over him, rippling through his body from head to toe. He slings his shirt over one shoulder, rolls his hips just a little to the side. As he covers the last stretch of pavement between himself and Liam, he is positively feline.
The bitch is hungry, scream the Scorpions, and Louis could not agree more.
#girl!zayn #waiting on her girlfriend louis to put down the fucking camera so they can skate to the comic book store #and then share a milkshake and get high in the grass in louis’ backyard
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that’s it, that’s the post.
