TOMLINSHAW 15! :) if u want thanks bye
15. things you said with too many miles between us
Nick’s face is on his screen, because it always fucking is, because Louis likes him, and he likes having Nick’s comfort even if they aren’t in the same room. He likes how easy it is with Nick, how, despite all of their bickering, they both fall into the same, easy patterns. He likes that even though he’s on tour, he still feels like Nick is with him, complaining about how shitty Simon Cowell is.
“Pig’s doing great, by the way, even though you’re awful and haven’t asked about her,” Nick’s grinning, the fucking bastard, because he knows Louis gets worried about Pig missing him, and he’s always calling for updates on her.
Honestly, if Louis didn’t
know he loved Nick (which, Christ, he couldn’t tell eighteen year old him that without getting punched), he’d probably think the only reason they were together was because of the dog.
“You’re a fucker and don’t deserve the X Factor position as much as I do,” he responds, nose stuck in the air as he messily packs some of his shirts back into his suitcase. It seems like every time he talks to Nick he’s packing something, never time for undivided attention. Which is a struggle, because Louis loves to be the centre of the universe.
“You love me,” Nick giggles, and seriously, he is thirty years old, he should know better, “you want to have my babies.”
“Maybe I would,” Louis agrees, ignoring the way his cheeks go pink, “doesn’t mean I like you, though.”
When he looks back up, the only thing he can see of Nick is his right eye and his shitty quiff, Pig snuffling into the camera.
It’s probably the only thing he wanted.