Let’s all just take a moment to appreciate the fact that both Harry and Louis have been MIA for quite a while. Which means that they’re somewhere, anywhere in the world relaxing with the ones they love. Whether that be their family, friends, or maybe it’s even each other, they’re relaxing with the ones they love. And there’s such beauty in not knowing where they are because they could be anywhere doing anything and we don’t know it, they’re doing their own thing and they’re alone, just the two of them. So it’s nice to just think of them being sat in their living room with all of their siblings round, cuddled up on their giant sofa, desperately trying to pull each and every person into a big family huddle as they giggle along to Hocus Pocus playing along in the background, slowly sipping hot chocolate. It’s also nice to think that they’re away somewhere, somewhere far where they go to escape real life, a place only they know, possibly their happy place. And maybe they’re staying in a little log cabin with small fairy lights dotted around the place, so when night falls they turn all the lights off apart from those little ones and they watch the moon together as they sprawl themselves out on the sofa with sweet songs playing in the background. It’s nice to imagine that Harry brought his guitar along, and he’s playing sweet songs and they’re both singing so softly, gently harmonising with each other as they stare into each other’s eyes in adoration. Or maybe they’re eating dinner right now, something they both cooked together that they got straight out of a cookbook Harry’s mum gave them as a moving in present. Nobody knows where they are, which is really great. But wherever they are in the world, I hope they’re both feeling warm and safe, and I hope everything is fine with the both of them.

do you think louis sometimes just draws shapes and little hearts on harry’s tummy with his fingertips when they’re spooning

#do you think they play that game #where the other one has to guess what they’ve drawn #and whichever one is getting ‘drawn on’ keeps guessing wrong #just so the other one doesn’t stop (larendipity)

do you think on harry and louis’ last night together before they’re going to be apart for a while harry will steal louis’ phone while he’s sleeping and create little playlists for him like “for the plane ride” and “songs that remind harry of louis” and then when louis gets on the plane in the morning and goes to listen to music he’s met with these lil surprises from harry and it makes the distance a little easier

what if louis never really stopped drawing tiny “L"s onto harry’s skin but simply moved them to places where people wouldn’t see them? and at some point, harry realized they had become such a big part of him that he just pressed a tattoo gun into louis’s hand and told him to do it for real this time? what i’m saying is that harry has a tiny “L” inked on his inner thigh

have we considered louis napping with his scruffy cheek pressed against harry’s lil belly. i’m really mad about this

okay but on harry and louis’ wedding day who will sneak in to see the other one before the ceremony even though it’s not allowed

imagine Harry and Louis trying to have a stare down but both of them can’t keep a straight face cause of the fond™

a concept: Louis singing Glamorous

do you ever think about lil h&l telling each other “i love you” for the first time and just weep

#do you think louis chases harry when they’re home alone? #harry’s making food in the kitchen #louis reaches into the pan #dips his finger into the sauce #he tries to wipe it on harry’s cheek #before he gets the chance harry’s out of the kitchen #it happens so often its almost predictable #harry runs upstairs with a smile on his face #he tells #louis is not far behind him #looking back at louis harry yells “louis stop” #laughing so hard hes crying #finally harry reaches their bedroom #he had no place to run #louis traps him #they collapse on the bed #before louis can wipe the sauce on harry’s face #harry licks it from louis’s finger #it doesn’t take long for them to start making out #next thing they know the fire alarm is going off #and dinner yet again is ruined

a concept: harry in a jersey with the number 28 emblazoned across the back

anyway can you believe harry and louis are literally the softest gentlest rose petals with their fond smiles and pink phone case and pink lighter and fond stares and brief touches and pink lips that touch because they kiss daily and they are in love and they are so pure !! 

It’s four in the morning when the crying wakes them up. Almost in unison, Louis and Harry roll onto their backs, eyes refusing to open. They’re too tired to even groan. Harry flops his arm across his face. Without a word, they lift their fists. “Go,” Louis grunts and together their arms swing back and forth three times. On the third swing, Harry splays his hand while Louis keeps his in a fist. They both glance with one eye. To show victory, Harry’s hand wraps around Louis’ closed fist. This time Louis does groan, grumbling about how fucking ridiculous it is that paper beats rock as he kicks off the sheets that are tangled around his legs and sits up. Harry rolls right back over, a little smirk playing on his lips, and has every intention of going back to sleep. But then, through the baby monitor, he hears Louis enter her room, his voice soft and soothing. He calls her “his beautiful girl” and in his mind Harry can see it: Louis in the loose white tshirt and boxers, standing in the middle of the nursery holding their daughter. He listens for a few more minutes, lulled by the sound of Louis’ voice and the soft little song he hums, his voice breaking every so often with exhaustion. And Harry smiles, feeling suddenly warm all over. He stays awake until things have gone quiet again and he can hear Louis shuffling back into the room. The bed creaks a little when Louis climbs back in and arranges the blankets back up over himself. Harry turns and slips an arm around Louis’ waist, pulling Louis back against him and nuzzling his nose against the back of Louis’ neck. Louis settles into him with a sigh. “Paper absolutely does not beat rock in the real world, Harold.” Harry huffs out a laugh through his nose, giving Louis a squeeze. “Whatever you say, love.”