Jun 24, 2017
š¬ diddle fiddler.
LOUIS: š
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š¬ diddle fiddler.
LOUIS: š
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IMESSAGE š¬ HAZ.
LOUIS: happy chocolates are 75% off day.
Itās not Louisā fault heās ended up here. He taps on the steering wheel with antsy, ill-contained energy, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes dark when the light finally fades out. Harryās place looms in front of him, the structure intimidating as he tries near fruitlessly to fortify his defenses against a fuckinā building. Heās so irritated, he could spit, and he sort of hates himself for not being able to stay away. The reckless, restlessĀ feeling inside of him refuses to quieten, though, and with as many text messages as heās composed and refused to send over the last twelve hours, he knows he isnāt going to be able to shut his head up until he does this.Ā
If Lou is a little guilty -- well, that doesnāt need to be talked about. Not yet.Ā
When he gets out of his car, he makes sure to slam the door quite hard, hitting theĀ ālockā button on his keys and jogging up to his front door as his headlights flash in confirmation. He shoves his keys into his pocket with minimal struggling, his jeans a little less tight than they normally would be, and when he reaches the door, he doesnāt go for the bell. Not nearly satisfying enough in regards to his aggression, which he begins taking out by pounding hard on the door, and giving a loud,Ā āOi!ā just in case Harry needs confirmation itās him. Then again, that might make him lessĀ likely to open the door, what with Louis stood here smelling like cigarettes and looking ready to explode. Heās persistent, though.
imessage š¬ haz.
LOUIS: you know what's fucked up ???? can't stop fucking thinking about you when i'm out. haven't got a single shred of decency to speak to you honestly, can't speak to myself honestly either. can't speak to these girls honestly.
LOUIS: so i left em at the club and came here to a half gallon and i've smoked half a pack of cigarettes and i think i've had a revelation.
LOUIS: you think it was worth being together, haz ? you think all this was worth being together for just a little while, and then fucking it ? repeatedly ? over and over again ?