Louis Tomlinson. Hottest guy in my school. Two years older than me. Yeah, that Louis. Why was he talking to me?
I could always tell there was something behind his eyes. Secrets that threatened to jump out of his throat at any minute.
But maybe I ju...
Song: no judgement by Niall Horan (A message from Harry to Louis)
When I woke up the warm sun was blaring in the window. I didn't notice how pretty the younger boys room was until now. He had soft sheer curtains. Hung above his bed was a range of beige posters, photos, vinyl and prints. Next to the bed-which sat in the corner beside the window-was a bench on top of open box storage that had books lining it. Small Knickknacks sat on top of the bench with many little plants and polaroids. On the side of it all was vinyl player. I noticed how comfortable his bed was, thousands of pillows surrounded me, it felt homie. At the end of the bed was a standing mirror with fairy lights hanging over it. Lastly next to the vinyl player was a round chair complete with a furry pillow next to a delicately placed guitar beside it. There was a blank wall with nothing but a large walk-in-closet with a sliding door and a door leading to the bathroom. In between them hung a few framed artworks.
{This is how I imagine Harry's bedroom}
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To the right of his bed
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At the bottom of his bed
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In the corner across from the mirror
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