So you didn’t believe in the extremely fond glances.
You didn’t believe in the “Always in my heart @Harry_Styles. Yours sincerely, Louis”.
You didn’t believe in the “chicken stuffed in mozzarella cheese, wrapped in Parma ham, with homemade mashed potatoes”.
You didn’t believe in the “and I’d marry you, Harry”.
You didn’t believe in the “I’m in love with Lou and all his little things”.
You didn’t believe in the “next to you” - nor in the “you can’t sit together”.
You didn’t believe in the “are you and Louis dating?” “yes”.
You didn’t believe in Harry’s brightest smile when the fan said she figured he and Louis were together.
You didn’t believe in the touches that were not supposed to be seen.
You didn’t believe in the “Harry, is there some kind of jealousy going on with you and Eleonor?” “I don’t want to talk about it to be honest.”
You didn’t believe in the “I’m happy that they’re good friends - if that.”
You didn’t believe in the “sweetcheeks”, nor in the “babycakes”, nor in the “just brought my copy of the album with my love’s face on”.
You didn’t believe in the “now kiss me you fool”.
You didn’t believe in the “I would definitely date Louis”, nor in the “I’d take Harry for the night”.
You didn’t believe in the anchor, nor in the rope.
You didn’t believe in the ship, nor in the compass.
You didn’t believe in the rose, nor in the dagger.
You didn’t believe in the key, nor in the lock.
You didn’t believe in the butterfly, nor in the It is what it is.
You didn’t believe in the heart, nor in the arrow.
You didn’t believe in the Oops, nor in the Hi.
You didn’t believe in the birds, nor in the cage.
You didn’t believe in the I can’t change, nor in the inverted commas.
You didn’t believe in the “who would you like to be your valentine, if you could have anyone in the world?” “you”.
You didn’t believe in the “it just kinda happened”.
You didn’t believe in the “my first real crush was… Louis Tomlinson”, nor in the “it’s mutual, we’ve discussed it”.
You didn’t believe in the “Larry Stylinson is going strong, he’s in the other room”.
You didn’t believe in their jealousy, nor in their sadness, nor in their happiness, nor in their serenades, nor in their sexual innuendos, nor in their caresses.
You didn’t believe in their tears, nor in their smiles.
But you believed in the “I’m fact straight”.
Oh well.
