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sunkissedlouis · 4 months
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🎸 BACK TO YOU (STUDIO VERSION) recorded by a fan! update: listen to the full audio here
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louisplumpyass · 7 months
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he's enunciating every syllable everytime oh god
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awesomefringey · 8 months
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Louis said he ?again?can i see it
Here you go! Let me just clarify my feelings about Louis doing this to us?
I love him, I hate it. 🥲
The nod! 🫠
Thank you Nikki @lovingstheantidote for sending me into a spiral this morning.
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sunshineandlyrics · 4 months
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Back to You 2017 / 2023
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hldailyupdate · 2 months
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‘Back To You’ just hit 570 MILLION streams on Spotify! (11 February 2024)
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savebylou · 2 months
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credit: ravesxrants
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larry-hiatus · 8 months
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Clear as day “I love him”
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srldesigns6277 · 2 months
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Louis Tomlinson Back to You - FITFWT Sydney
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skepticalarrie · 8 months
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louisupdates · 4 months
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lthqofficial Back To You (Studio Version) - Recorded in Prague 2023. Exclusively available on the All Of Those Voices DVD/CD. Pre-Order Now. Link In Bio
Order the DVD/CD HERE. 7.12.2023
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wild-strawberrie · 4 months
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louisplumpyass · 5 months
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you start by realising all these ridiculous childish theories and conspiracies are wasted time and energy and then just throw the chicken in the oven to be fair. simple stuff
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awesomefringey · 7 months
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This is hilarious he is trying to make it obvious the lyrics are I love it, I hate it. When we all know he has been saying him for months. Lol
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8jrdKqu/
What is he yelling? Is he reacting to a fan sign? Is he commenting on what people sing back at him? 🤣 Where’s the Larry FBI?!!!
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sunshineandlyrics · 7 months
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Lottie posting a vid of her singing along to Back to You with Louis, at the ​AFHF Italy, 19 August 2023 on her IG story
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meetmyothersouls · 5 months
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Back to you 8:
Back to You
Jonah Hauer-King x first person reader
Warnings: kissing, sexual situation, feeling overwhelmed, not proof read
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Chapter 8
I wake up and it’s colder than I remember. But the cold doesn’t penetrate very deep. I’m wrapped up in arms, not blankets. My legs are tangled with another’s and not sheets. I open my eyes and I find myself pressed against Jonah’s chest. He’s laying on his side, facing me. His breaths are deep, steady and even. It’s still dark out and we’re both asleep on the floor, which I would normally be opposed to, but somehow these cold, hardwood floors seem more forgiving with you’re lying on them with someone who cares about you. I attempt to adjust my body, not looking forward to the repositioning of my limbs, but as soon as I inch away from Jonah he pulls me back against him. He wants me even in his sleep. I can’t remember having that…ever. There was that one guy that really wanted me at some point. I just can’t put my finger on who it was. But never someone who just no matter what…wanted me. Needed me.
Jonah groans in his sleep, followed by the lightest faintest snore that makes me smile. His arm is draped over my hip, just like I didn’t want to happen. But currently, I can’t find myself mad at it. I let it stay there. I close my eyes and attempt to go back to sleep but I’m suddenly too aware of his body against mine. And how it feels. I’m not hating it. Maybe it’s because I’ve haven’t been touched by someone…well that I can recollect, in a long, long time. Then I start to wonder. Would it be wrong just to have fun with Jonah? Would it be wrong to let him touch me and love me, even if I’d not fully love him back. Even if I’m not sure about my feelings or what I want. I’ve not decided anything yet. I’m still testing the waters…so what if I just…
I press my lips gently against his neck. I feel him swallow hard, but judging by his still steady breaths, he isn’t awake yet. He’s wearing one of those thin white tank tops, the ones that men wear under shirts. I smile as I skillfully move my hand under it and feel the ripples and grooves of his abs against my fingertips. Something tells me he probably sleeps in just boxers, but he remained clothed in an effort to keep me comfortable. It’s a shame, because I’d really like to see him right now. My mind is wondering to dangerous territory. I kiss Jonah’s neck again. And this time he lets out the softest moan. It’s a beautiful sound. But maybe I should stop.
I start to slide my hand out from under his shirt when Jonah places his hand on top of mine. I’ve been caught. I feel my face growing hot and I can’t hide the embarrassment. My eyes snap up to his and he’s looking right at me.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be touching you. I-”
Then, without a warning, his lips are on mine, kissing me deep and passionately. Any thoughts I had previously have been wiped away. There’s nothing but this kiss we’re sharing right now. Jonah’s tongue swipes against my bottom lip and I open my mouth wider to let him in. Our tongues slide against each others, tasting each other. I can’t remember the last time I’ve kissed someone like this…if I’ve ever kissed someone like this. All I know is that this seems very practiced. Like a dance. Every move he does is bliss. Before I realize what I’m doing, my back is flat against the floor and Jonah is on top of me, the pressure of his and fit of his body seemingly perfect against mine.
There’s a knock against our door. We pull away from each other breathless. The only light illuminating Jonah’s face is the the soft light of the moon peeking through the hotel curtains. When the knock doesn’t sound again, his lips crash back into mine. We move against each other in perfect unison and I wonder if this is the passion we shared previously.
I let my legs fall open, needing him as close to me as possible. His hand goes down to my thigh, and he pulls my leg up, and when he does I can feel him. Every clothed inch of him. And suddenly, it’s too much. I press my hand against this chest and push lightly. Immediately Jonah stops.
“What is it?” He asks. “What’s wrong?”
It’s only then that I can see his breath clouding in front of him.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s too much. It’s too fast.”
He closes his eyes and he doesn’t so much as sigh or drop his head to let me know he’s disappointed. But I know he is. I never should have touched him.
Jonah gets up but doesn’t say anything. He walks to the bathroom in the room. The door closes and the light flips on. Fuck. He’s really mad this time. The toilet flushes, the water from the faucet turns on then off. Then he’s back out. Instead of joining me on the floor he sits on the bed. I sit up on the floor, looking up at him. I feel like a stupid child.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask.
“Of course not,” Jonah says, his soft British accent melting my heart all over again. “I should be the one apologizing to you, I pounced on you without a word. I never should have moved that quickly without talking to you first,” Jonah sighs, running a hand through his now messy hair. The sun hasn’t come up yet but the bluish hue in the room is brighter than before. “I was just caught up in the moment. It felt so familiar to have you like that. Touching me, kissing my neck in the middle of the night. I reacted before I thought better if it. I am sorry, y/n.”
He’s too kind. Way too kind. How did I ever land a man like this. I realize maybe this is why I fell in love with him in the first place.
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I’m desperately trying to catch my breath. Even speaking to her leaves me breathless. It’s taking everything out of me to not pin her back down on the floor as she sits down look up at me. She’s getting back that look in her eyes that she always used to have. That unmistakable look of love that she always had when I was around. It’s coming back. She’s coming back to me. And as hard as it is, I just have to keep being patient. I can’t lose my cool again like that.
“The kissing was nice,” y/n says in a soft voice from the floor. She’s wrapping up in a blanket, and I realize how cold it is in the room.
“It was very nice,” I agree. I ready over and touch the heater in the room. It’s ice cold.
“It’s so cold in here,” she says, changing the subject.
Before I have the chance to respond, there’s another knock on the door. I get up, throwing on my sweater from yesterday. I crack the door open and I’m greeted by an older man. He’s donned in a sleeping cap, a robe and some house slippers. It’s almost humorous.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“Hello,” the man says. “I’m Harold, I’m sorry to wake you sir, but there seems to be an outage in the area. Not heat, no power.”
“Ah well, we’re leaving in a few hours anyway.”
“Well I’m afraid that won’t be possible, my boy.”
“Why not?” I ask, my confused look most likely evident.
“We’re snowed in.”
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