Di vivere☮

when harry’s cooking and he keeps pushing his loose hair off his brow with the heel of his hand and louis comes up behind him to scrape it up into a bun for him

harry in louis’s lap balancing the tupperware full of weed while louis rolls a joint for them to share. smoke curling in between them, sharing brief pecks, giggling over nothing. their vision swims but they’re solid in each other’s arms. louis asking for “one of them smoothies you like, haz,” and harry being very happy about this particular craving

quiet times curled on the couch together, louis napping while harry reads and mumbles the words to himself and when he glances over louis’s just watching him with sleep-soft eyes and tiny grin and harry says, “what?” and louis says, “just you.”

harry’s chest-deep, exuberant honk of a laugh as louis sits on his hips and tickles him until he’s panting, louis leaning down to kiss the last of his breath right out of his lungs when harry’s settled in the aftermath of louis being a menace

just existing together. watching netflix, making grocery lists, saying things they maybe regret, talking about the strange dream they had last night, scheduling time between los angeles and london, spending days out with friends and coming home to each other