i fell in love in 1914 ~ l.s

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(A/n: this is going to have big cottagecore / indie / vintage energy)

~ Harry ~

Mainz is quite beautiful. When we got out of the train Louis decided to bring me and our bags to a hotel. He then left to go "buy some stuff" as he said. He came back with bags but he told me not to look because it was a surprise. He also made sure we went to bed really early.

I feel Louis' breath touch my face. He doesn't sound like he's sleeping. I'm not seeping either but I keep my eyes closed, I want him to wake me up.

He starts brushing my hair softly with his fingers. His touch is very light and  he massages my scalp. My chest feels warm, and if my heart could, it would definitely be smiling.

Cafuné. Louis once told me it means "running your fingers through the hair of someone you love". He never told me he loves me. Not really at least. But when he says things like that, I'm very certain that he loves me. I think I love him too. A lot. Like very super extremely much.

"Curly..." He whispers. It's a very quiet sound, like he's not really trying to wake me up. "Curly." He whispers. Again, it doesn't sound like he's trying to wake me up, it sounds like he's saying it to himself.

He's been very soft with me lately. Soft and warm. Like laying under a blanket.

Or like poop. Poop is soft and warm too. Louis smells better than poop though.

Louis smells aromatic. His touch is comforting. His smile is bright. He looks at me fondly. His cuddles are warm. And it's all soft. So soft and just lovely. A soft lover, a wild boy. Trying to live free ad untamed in a cruel world.

Yeah, I definitely love him.

❃

"Why are we even up so early?" Louis asks me. We're walking outside (Louis' idea), it's very cold and still dark.

"It was your idea." I remind him.

"The idea was good yesterday, now it's stupid." He grumbles. He's definitely not a morning person. "But maybe it'll be worth it, I guess." He adds.

We walk into the woods. I'm scared I'll trip because it's dark and I tend to be more clumsy in the woods, but Louis holds my hand so it's fine.

We walk toward the edge of the woods and the sun starts rising. Louis is wearing my coat because he says it's warmer and smells better. I wish I could wear Louis' but they're too small.

The rising sun looks really pretty and makes the misty air look less scary and more pretty.

"Curly?" Louis speaks up.

I turn my head so I can see his face. The soft orange lighting from the sun makes his skin glow and saying he looks beautiful would be an understatement.

"Mhmm." I try to let him know that I'm listening, but also too distracted by his face to say any words.

He seems to understand because he smiles fondly before asking: "Do you want to go on a date with me?"

My eyes widen. A date. He wants to go on a date with me. I wonder what he has planned, maybe something with the things he bought yesterday.

"Yes I'd love to go on a date with you!" I say as I wrap my arms around his neck.

❃