I should ink my skin with your name.
"Zayn, let's get matching tattoos!" Louis practically screamed at me while we were at the tattoo parlor. I looked at him, not exactly wanting to agree with him. His eyes widened and he poked out his bottom lip. I just can't say no to that face. We decided to get a heart on our right shoulders. When it was my turn, I told the tattoo artist to ink "Louis" in tiny letters on my chest. It's mine and the gentlman's little secret. Louis will always be with me now.
Take my passport out again, and just replace it.
Wherever Louis goes, I will drop everything to go there with him. That's a promise I'll keep.
See I can do without a tan on my left hand where my fourth finger meets my knuckle.
If Louis and I ever get married, I wouldn't miss the tan on my ring finger. I could honestly do without it, as long as I can call Louis my husband.
And I should run you a hot bath, fill it up with bubbles.
The warm water splashed into the tub as I hummed my solo from Little Things. I was running a bath for Lou, because he always deserves something special and I love doing special things for him. I put in a dash of coconut soap, his favourite. I waffed my hand in the water to make bubbles, the coconut smell reminded me so much of Louis.
'Cause maybe you're lovable.
Everybody loved Louis. It was impossible not to. His gorgeous blue eyes and soft, sweet smelling brown hair. His outgoing and childish personality. His incredibly squeaky voice. His wonderful sense of humour. He has the biggest heart (and bum) out of all of us. He is the definition of loveable.
And maybe you're my snowflake.
Louis is my everything. My world, my heart, my boyfriend, my best mate, just everything. In the winter I call him snowflake, because they are beautiful, like him.
And your eyes turn from green to grey.
Louis had the kind of eyes that changed with the seasons. One moment they are blue, next they are green. They are breathtaking, to say the least.
In the winter, I'll hold you in a cold place.
"It's too cold!" Louis complained as we walked down the chilly London street. I couldn't help but laugh at how cute he was. I handed him my jacket, he smiled and accepted it. A few moments later he was commenting on how cold it was yet again. I grinned and wrapped my arms around his smaller frame to warm him up. I could feel him snuggling into my chest. "Better?" I murmured softly into his hair. He nodded and we stood there for what felt like ages. We noticed how the sun quickly disappered and we rushed back to our shared flat.
And you should never cut your hair, 'cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder.
Louis flicked through the catalog, looking for a new way to cut his hair. "How should I cut my hair, Zayn?" he asked, still eyeing the magazine. "I think you should keep it as it." I said, looking over at him. "But why?" he moaned. "It's so boring and plain." I laughed and said, "You? Plain and boring? Never." I said. "I love your hair." I continued. "The way you flick it when you think it's messed up, how soft it is and how amazing it smells. How it looks perfect no matter what." I smiled at him and he turned away blushing. "I guess I'll keep it then." He said, trying to hide his red face.
And you will never know just how beautiful you are to me.
Louis is beautiful. No, more than beautiful. Actually, no, words can't describe him. He's just so... I can't even explain it. What's sad though, is that Louis can't see how, well, perfect he is. He spends hours infront of the mirror, complaining about how oily his skin is or how his hair won't stay in the right place, but it's all nonsense. He is perfect, end of story.
But maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up.
"Zaynnn, get up!" Louis whispered in my ear. I groaned and turned over. "Come on lad, it's time to get up!" he said, even louder this time. I pulled the covers over my head. He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Gonna be difficult, eh?" he said. I shifted a little under the covers. He smirked and yanked the blankets off of me. I groaned again and frowned. "I don't want to get up." I said, groggily. "Fine, then you won't get your present." he said innocently walking out of the room. "Wait, a present?" I shot up. "What kind of present?" I asked, hopping out of bed. "Hmm? Oh, there isn't one, i was just trying to get you out of bed." He grinned playfully. I watched him leave and I smiled to myself. I truly do love him.
