Whoa
I want to paint down my memories
So I don't forget
Can we dance when it's cold outside?
Can we live with no regrets?
So many people get caught up in everything they see
You can always trust what you believeShe was the most spectacular human being he had ever laid his eyes on. Everything they did together brought him so much joy he naturally couldn't but it into word. Not even in a song for the album. Every time he tried it was a lost cause. Even sitting in his music room at their home he couldn't but his love for her into words. What he wanted to do instead was photograph every memory they had ever shared, also most paint it so that every little detail showed through and so he would never forget a single moment with her.
"Lou," she knocked on the door frame getting his him to look up at her. "Come to bed."
Louis smirked as he looked his girl up and down seeing her in a pair of knickers and his blue pull over. "You look beautiful in my jumper love."
"You always say that." She said walking over to him wrapping her arms around his neck before placing her bum in his lap.
These were just some of moments Louis lived for simple affectionate moments. However he had another idea in mind, "Can we go outside in dance? I know it's cold but please."
"Are you crazy I'm only in a jumper?"
"Go put sweats on, I'll get the music going out side, then come meet me." She lifted her eyebrow at him he knew she thought he was crazy. "Let's live with out regrets (Y/N)."
"Sounds good," she made her way to the door turning around to add. "You know so many people get caught up in what they see but you can only trust things you believe. I'm glad I can trust you baby."
Sometimes I feel stuck
Sometimes I get lost in so much hope I'm drowningAll he could do was smile and think about to when he had to try with all is might to get (Y/N) just to give him a one chance. He could vividly remember the night she first kissed him, she was drunk and everyone was out at a posh London club.
Lou was really starting to feel stuck, everything tried didn't work. She would always just roll her eyes saying, "I don't see why you want to date me Louis I'm not your type. I'm not some easy shake." She always told him that, she never believed him when he would tell her that isn't how he sees her or what he wants her for. He was trying everything in is power.
But that night when she kissed him he felt sparks flutter all through out his body. At times he would feel like he was getting lost in so much hope that he would end up drowning. But that one kiss gave him enough courage to not lose hope on (Y/N).
Would you save me a spark? (Oh-Whoa)
We'll start a fire that shines a light in the dark
Strike a match
Make it last"Louis," she half yelled jumping on his back causing him to fall over. "Where is the music?"
"I was just about to put the disc in until you jumped on me."
"But it was funny."
"I hope you know you have a twisted sense of humour." He finally got off the ground extending his hand to help her up. "Now come on love, let's dance."
Just being outside with his girl dancing was joyous. She had one arm around his neck the other loosely around is biceps while her hand ran up and down his back. Her head laying on his shoulder and his on top of hers. It was a surreal moment, full of love and tenderness. He loved just having her in arms feeling her so close to him. Just know that she is same in his arms but him at ease.

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