colours

violet

violet was the end result.

violet was staying in bed in the rain. it was tv shows and dvd repeats. violet was knowing how one another took their tea and toasts. it was favourite dinners and comfortable silences.

violet was knowing that louis slept on the left and harry slept on the right. it was in sync sighs and being able to read each other's body language.

violet was going out and seeing something that reminded them of the other. violet was multiple football jerseys for louis and eccentric shirts for harry.

eventually violet was holding hands in public. it was shared smiles in interviews and mischievous glints in eyes. it was moments on the road that made liam and niall roll their eyes and it was tweets that made zayn send texts with sick face emojis.

it was events where they'd finally turn up together, harry's arm round louis' shoulder and louis' round harry's waist.

violet was no more rumours and no more cover ups. it was honesty and it was truth. it was the believers rejoicing and it was supporters congratulating.

violet was holidays. it was pool days and beach days and hotel days and just days together. it was sappy instagrams and cheesy tweets.

violet was their shared house. it was louis' games room and harrys gym. violet like the lavender candles they burnt in the study and violet like the flowers harry grew in the garden.

it was stupid arguments over the remote or who had the most blanket. it was louis arguing that he loved harry more and it was harry smiling and letting him win.

violet was early mornings and late nights. it was christmas day with mums who were best friends and families who loved each other dearly.

violet was a promise ring, an engagement ring and then finally a wedding ring.

violent wasn't passion or confusion. it wasn't joy or jealousy. and it wasn't sadness or anger. violent was content. and that is what they were when they had each other.