at the start it was orange.
confused glances and lingering stares.
louis likes girls and harry like girls and that was the way things were. for louis it was almost alien. people like him didn't like boys. boys from where he came from didn't like boys.
his friends didn't like boys so louis didn't like boys.
but all he knew was that he no longer wanted to kiss his girlfriend. he no longer wanted to hold her hand and play with her hair.
he wanted to kiss harry and hold his hand and play with his hair. so he was orange.
and little did he know that harry was too. orange because he sent back as many confused glances and lingering stares.
orange because louis liked girls and no one but his mum knew that he liked boys. orange because him and louis were loads cuddlier than he had ever been with any of his friends.
orange because his sister still called him a baby and now louis was doing it too but the way louis said it made butterflies erupt in his insides.
they were orange for weeks. both different shades and for different reasons but still a collective orange.
orange until the day louis told him he felt different than a friend would.
orange until the first time they held hands. until their first date. orange until their first kiss and first introduction as a couple.
they were orange like the sunrise they watched the first time they stayed up all night. orange like the colour of sweets louis hated. the orange colour of sainsburys bags scattered all over their room.
they were the orange of evening sunsets and fresh tangerines. the orange of gemmas favourite lipstick and orange like the sofa in the first recording studio.
orange was the colour of two boys who couldn't tell the world they were in love.
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colours
Fanfictionred was a love that burned so deep orange was the colour before yellow kept their love alive and green left them wanting more blue was sorrys and empty hearts while indigo was screams and throwing things and violet was the end, a loving art
