"living life like i'm in a dream"
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so we laid in the grass
and laid
and laid
and laid
until every morning star disappeared,
until the sky tinted pink,
until our fingers hurt from being laced tightly between us,
until our minds were too clogged with lovey dovey thoughts that were only seen in movies.
until we decided to show the other just how much we really loved them.
not using words but our bodies.
we mended as one that night
the crisp morning air blowing softly around us
the rustle of the trees and grass a soft melody
our whimpers and moans breaking the tension
with every touch and caress we reached our highs faster
hair pulling,
lip biting,
and whispered compliments
soon we were a tangled mess of limbs
love bites and tattoos marking our glowing bodies
only the morning skies knowing how we made love
that night, they told a story without using words;
a story of how two lovers fell for each other
and continued to fall in love with each breath they took
a story starring a dimpled boys with curls, and a button-nosed blue eyed boy
its the story of harry and louis
and what a wonderful story it is.
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the thunderous roar drowned out louis' whimpers
tears mixed with rain
clothes soaked and hair dripping
but he didn't care
so he continued to sit on the bench
in the park where harry and louis supposedly had a picnic
but that was a dream
only a dream
he closed his eyes and saw green eyes
a choked sob escaped his lips
'im a hopeless romantic single and delusional' he thought
he closed his eyes again and saw a dimpled smile
new tears streamed down his numb face
this time he thought of how he was
alone
alone
alone
he had stopped shivering a while ago
and so louis stayed there; numb to the bone
wait what?
this time when he shut his eyes, it was to make sure that they were open in the first place
because what he saw made a chill crawl up his spine
he opened up his eyes and, yes, he was awake
he watched a tall lanky figure make it's way through the rain
he watched a man calmly walk on the pavement
he watched a man with curls
his curls
and, sure, a lot of people had curly hair
but they were so familiar and he was so tall and for goodness sakes
even the body shape of the boy was familiar to louis
he ached to feel harry's warmth then and there
something about the sight of him made louis feel complete
which would explain why he was now chasing after the stranger
the stranger that haunted his dreams
the stranger that might not be much of a stranger
after all
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a/n
this will be a long story because the chapters are sort of short
& sorry about slow updates
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xx kayla
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faded dreams ↛ larry au
FanfictionLouis' just a vivid dreamer. At least that's what his therapist says. Louis lives in his dream world. He tends to get lost in his thoughts. But what happens when Louis falls deeply in love with a tall stranger in his dream? More importantly, what...
