heather | l.s.
"I still remember, third of December."
"I love you so much. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Do you know that?"
"Do you want a kiss?" Harry asks. Louis looks at him in clear disgust and annoyance. "Excuse me?" He inquires. Harry smiles and pulls out a bag of chocolate kisses. "They're your favourite aren't they?"
"I'm the one walking you down the aisle, giving you up to him and yet you're wondering that I'm not letting you go." Louis shook his head. "Harry, you can't let go of someone you never had." All one can hear is Harry's heavy breathing and Louis's sorry fortune making him walk his husband down the aisle for some other...
They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy's face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips. "Hi," he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. "Sorry. Is this okay?" The stranger removed his right hand fro...
Louis has a used bookshop and Harry has a habit of claiming things that don't belong to him.
red was a love that burned so deep orange was the colour before yellow kept their love alive and green left them wanting more blue was sorrys and empty hearts while indigo was screams and throwing things and violet was the end, a loving art
One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia. Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he? Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing...