darling, where have all the stars gone || l.s.

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from my baby: hey mate, i don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but i wanted to let you know that this number has a new owner. i'm not sure who the previous person was, but i can put two and two together. i'm sorry for your loss. you can keep texting or calling if that makes you feel better, but i thought i should let you know

(it's been getting harder to breathe.)

to my baby: sorry. i won't message you anymore.

~

"harry, no!"

"louis, yes!"

"i-it tickles!"

"that's the point of tickling, my love."

"s-stop, haz, i'm gonna pee myself!"

"alright."

breathing, breathing, and hearts in sync.

"i love you."

"i love you too, harry. always."

half an empty bed. silence. cold sheets. chapped lips.

it's been getting colder.