louis' lonely, so is harry, maybe they'll be lonely together?
!!warnings!!
-language
-sexual content
-self harm/depression
not going to be finished, but enjoy what's here hehe
as soon as i ring the door bell i forget how to breathe, i cough slightly to try and remind my lungs to start taking in oxygen again, but my body is overcome with nerves and anticipation. louis has fully trusted me to plan today, and i don't want to let him down.
"coming!" i hear his voice drift through the door, like music to my ears, and immediately my dimples pop and my eyes crinkle at the sound of his voice. then, although hard to believe it's possible, my dimples get deeper, like craters in my cheeks as they flush violet when a work of art opens the door numbered 28.
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his sunshine smile pops through as soon as he locks eyes with me, and we both stand there for a few seconds too long, just lost in each other's eyes, dancing an imaginary routine to the sound of our quickening heart beats. soon i speak up as i reach to grab his hand, "louis, you look amazing. you really are the cutest creature alive, love"
calling him '"love' out loud feels so natural, like that's what he is. google 'definition of love' and you'll find:
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seems about right to me, especially when i feel his small hand slide so perfectly into my larger one, like they were tailored to fit perfectly. and when he bats his eyelashes slightly, flashing shots of sweet blue flavors into my heart, looking up at me so full of light, it's as if he really is the sun, and some stupid star stole his name.
"sure H, whatever you say. now, where are you taking me on this fine day?" he asks, curiously as he closes and locks the door behind him, starting to lead us over to the elevator.
"well curious lou, that's actually a surprise, but i think, or i hope, you'll like it." i say as vague as possible, lifting an eyebrow at his confused expression. leaving him curious and entranced by the day we've just begun.
"oh but harry!! i don't want a surprise," he pouts in what has to be the cutest way known to man and tugs on my arm slightly, "i just want to know everything you have in store for me, everything you want."
"everything i want? well let's see louis, i'll make a list. number one," i begin to list off, "you. number two, the sun, also known as, you. number three, louis william tomlinson. and number four, hold on i need to think about this one," i look down to see his face covered in a pink blush, his eyes crinkling as he smiles, "oh that's right! you." i finish my list and he squeezes my hand and smacks my arm. god, i'm such a sap he's going to leave my romantic ass in this hallway.
