there's a painting in the nearby coffee shop that reminds me of you every time i pass by.
it's the one on the street corner. you know, where we used to meet before you left.
the painting is of a god. he's standing on his pedestal and his legs are toned masterpieces and his shoulders are buff and golden and every brush stroke seems to have a meaning.
you're perfect.
the painting reminds me of you, harry styles, because you are perfect.
you wouldn't believe me if i told it to your face.
you'd start packing your bags again, almost as if you're threatening me with leaving.
you'd make up some bullshit excuse.
my nose is too big.
my legs are too long.
i'm stuck in the seventies.
people think i'm stupid and slow.
or maybe you'd deny it, just like anything else.
but, i love everything about you, harry styles.
- l.t.
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art of keeping up disappearances. ➵ larry ✔️
Fanfictionin which harry continues to disappear every four years on the thirty-first of january, and louis wants to know why.
