♫ and this i know
“a blue-black shade of love
sent from above
my hands are tied
two words alone,
and this i know.”
- breathe, angels & airwaves, 2008
notes; so much larry fluff im not sorry. and this is actually on time wow
anyway dedi goes to bangxlouis because your comment made me smile so much. ily.
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There was such a thing as a ‘honeymoon phase’. Harry knew it as a period of time where a new couple constantly acted almost sickeningly in love – and he also knew that the honeymoon phase had to end somewhere. It was a fairly depressing thought, if he really concentrated about it. But then, he was sitting at his breakfast table watching bemusedly as his boyfriend hopelessly attempted to get his pancakes and jubes (Harry was wondering just how drunk a person had to get before making that combination) into his mouth without spilling them everywhere.
So far, Louis was doing an absolutely terrible job. He had maple syrup on his nose. How did he get maple syrup on his nose?
“What?” Louis said through a mouthful of pancake once he noticed Harry’s barely concealed giggles.
“Hmm?” Harry hummed, caught off guard, “What?”
“The fond is oozing out of you,” Louis said, poking Harry’s face with a sticky finger. “Why do you look like a five year old tasting ice cream for the first time?”
The fact that Harry didn’t even need to think about his answer was really a testament. “I guess I am a five year old.” he replied, a lopsided, lazy smile on his face.
“Am I the ice cream, then?”
Harry nodded. “What else would you be? You’re sweet and you help me through my toughest times. You’re ice cream. I might start calling you Vanilla, now.”
Louis made a face. “Um, no thanks. Something more manly, please?”
“Chocolate?”
“That’s a 1975 song.”
“Strawberry?”
“I had a cat named Strawberry,” Louis frowned, “She wasn’t very manly.”
“Strawberry is manly.” Harry quipped, “How about Cookies and Cream?”
“No way,” the messy-haired boy laughed, poking a jelly cube with his fork. “Do you even know what mental images that makes me think of?”
Harry pouted, “But I love cookies and cream.”
“That’s beside the point!”
“Okay,” the taller boy said, “What about honeycomb?”
“What about just ‘honey’?”
“Nah,” Harry shrugged, “That’s, like – it has to be an ice cream.”
Louis crossed his arms, his face mock angry. “Picky,” he scoffed, but his façade broke when Harry pulled a stupid face and made Louis laugh. “Now eat your pancakes. I didn’t put jubes on them for nothing.”
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An hour later and both boys are fully dressed and showered, even though Louis had been extremely persistent when he said “But Harry, nobody even goes in your shop! You don’t need to go to work”. (“I can’t have it go bankrupt,” Harry replied.)
Just as Harry’s heading out the door, Louis still trying desperately to get Harry’s huge sweater over his head. “No,” Harry turned around to face his boyfriend, “You always do this.” he said pointedly, and tried to help Louis out of the clothing, to put it on properly.
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Melody
Fanfiction[ LARRY | ZIALL AU ] [ ✓ - MARCH 2015 ] Louis has just gotten out of a bad relationship, and he's forced out of his house, kicking and screaming, by an extremely impatient Zayn. Louis is convinced that he'll never make it anywhere in life, but maybe...
