So basically I was listening to tightrope for the god knows what-th time and I was fangirling during the Hindi/Urdu part and then-
Inspiration struck. Chaudhvi ka chand translates to the full moon (Chaudhvi means 14th, 14th day of the lunar cycle basically) and we all see Harry as the moon and Louis as the sun so yk what I'm going to do-
The lyrics will be in Hindi, there will be transliteration and translation/meaning.
Hope you enjoy it!
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Louis strode into the studio and settled on the couch.
"Which one is he recording?" He asked the producer who sat beside him.
"Tightrope,"
Louis hummed in response as he opened his phone to read through the lyrics for tightrope Zayn had sent him.
"What's up, bro?" Zayn asked as he stepped out.
"Nothin' much mate, loved the lyrics to this one!"
"Thank you," he smiled as he lead him to the balcony.
"Lunch?"
"Sure,"
"What's Harry up to?"
"Shootin' for the movie you know. How's Gigi and baby Khai?"
"They're doin' wonderful. You both should come over home sometime,"
"After Hazza 's shoot maybe,"
And they spent the rest of the afternoon chatting away.
"River Road though, absolutely amazing," Louis added again.
"You're gonna make me blush Loueh!"
Zayn laughed, Louis following.
Then curiosity struck Louis.
"Mate, what do these lyrics mean?" He asked about the lines in the foreign language.
"Ah! You'll love this, hang on,"
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"Thank you!" Louis thanked Harry's assistant over the phone as he walked into the rented apartment.
"No problem!"
Louis had decided to fly to LA to surprise Harry and there he was in Harry's rented apartment as he tried to prepare for a romantic dinner date.
After setting up everything and ordering the food, he looked over the lyrics and their meaning for the last time before Harry arrived.
The doorknob rattled and Louis quickly pocketed his phone and hid behind the sofa.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he shut the door behind him.
"Surprise!" Louis yelled into the quiet apartment.
Harry let out something between a gasp and a squeal as they ran towards each other, meeting in the middle in a tight hug, Louis stumbling as Harry wrapped his legs around him, squishing his face into his neck.
Without any exchange of words, they leaned forward connecting their lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss.
"Missed you so much,"
"Missed you too baby," Louis said as they hugged tightly again. They hadn't seen each other in two weeks.
(A.N: I got butterflies while writing this ndhshwhwhaj)
"Liked the surprise?" Louis asked after a while.
"Loved it,"
"Got another one, wanna freshen up?"
"Hmm. Love you so much,"
"Love you too," He replied, quickly pecking his lips as he got off him.
After a quick shower, Louis closed Harry's eyes and lead him to the balcony.
"Ta-da!"
He had set up a table, decorated with his favourite candles and roses, with his favourites from an Italian place.
Harry's eyes lit up and he smiled, which Louis recognized as an unspoken 'I love you' and he returned the smile and pulled a chair for Harry to sit.
After chatting away about the past two weeks (even after doing a FaceTime for two hours everyday apart from texting) and dinner, Harry helped Louis clear the clutter and the pair, slightly drunk on wine, headed from the balcony to the warmth of the apartment.
"Music?"
Harry hummed in response as he slipped his cold hands into the back of Louis' hoodie, earning a squeal and a giggle from Louis.
He put the music on and both snuggled together, enjoying the familiar warmth and scent they had missed in the past week, until the song Louis had specifically put in the end of the playlist began to play.
चौदहवीं का चाँद हो, या आफ़ताब हो?
जो भी हो तुम खुदा कि क़सम, लाजवाब हो
चौदहवीं का चाँद हो, या आफ़ताब हो?
जो भी हो तुम खुदा कि क़सम, लाजवाब हो
Chaudhvee ka chaand ho, ya aafatab ho?
Jo bhi ho tum khuda ki kasam laajawab ho
Chaudhvee ka chaand ho, ya aafatab ho?
Jo bhi ho tum khuda ki kasam lajawab ho
Harry furrowed his eyebrows at the unfamiliar language and turned to Louis, who only smiled softly and pulled him closer, lips hovering near his ear.
"Are you the full moon, or are you the sun? Whatever you are, I swear to god, you are beyond compare,"
He smiled and squeezed their intertwined fingers.
ज़ुल्फ़ें हैं जैसे काँधे पे बादल झुके हुए,
आँखें हैं जैसे मय के पयाले भरे हुए,
मस्ती है जिसमे प्यार की तुम, वो शराब हो
चौदहवीं का चाँद हो
Zulfein hai jaise kaandho pe baadal jhuke huye
Aankhein hai jaise mayke pyale bhare huye
Masti hai jis mein pyar ki tum wo sharab ho
Chaudhvee ka chaand ho
"Your hair is like a soft cloud kissing your shoulders, your eyes are like two goblets and you are the wine that fills them with an avidity for love, you're the full moon,"
"Lou," he whispered shyly as his cheeks flushed pink and he hid his face in Louis' neck, Louis giggling and wrapping his arms around him.
चेहरा है जैसे झील मे खिलता हुआ कंवल,
या ज़िंदगी के साज पे छेड़ी हुई गज़ल,
जाने बहार तुम किसी शायर का ख़्वाब हो
चौदहवीं का चाँद हो
Chehara hai jaise jheel mein hasta hua kaval
Ya zindagi ke saaz pe chhedi hui gazal
Jaane bahaar tum kisi shayar ka khwaab ho
Chaudhvee ka chaand ho
"Your face is like a beautiful lake on which your smile is a blooming lotus,
Or, it is like an ode from the instrument of life, my darling, you are a poet's dream."
होंठों पे खेलती हैं तबस्सुम की बिजलियाँ,
सजदे तुम्हारी राह में करती हैं कैकशाँ,
दुनिया-ए-हुस्न-ओ-इश्क़ का तुम ही शबाब हो
Hothon pe khelti hai tabassum ki bijliya
Sajde tumhari raah mein karati hai kahkasha
Duniya-e-husn-o-ishq ka tum hi shabab ho
"Your smile is like lightning upon your lips, upon your entrance, any group of people will fall to the ground, overwhelmed. Of all the beauties in the world, you are the epitome."
चौदहवीं का चाँद हो, या आफ़ताब हो?
जो भी हो तुम खुदा कि क़सम, लाजवाब हो
Chaudhvee ka chaand ho, ya aafatab ho?
Jo bhi ho tum khuda ki kasam laajawab ho
"Are you the full moon, or are you the sun? Whatever you are, I swear to god, you are beyond compare," He hummed in Harry's ear as the music faded into the background.
"Love you," Harry whispered as he clung to Louis.
"Love you,"
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Songs like this are the reason I don't like the current Hindi music. Like either retro Hindi music or english music. (That too like selected-) THE LYRICS ARE FUCKING POETRY LIKE TF I LOVE MOHAMMAD RAFI, KISHORE KUMAR, RAHAT FATEH ALI KHAN AND ALL THE RETRO ARTISTS WTF IS BOLLYWOOD NOWADAYS-
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