#is to write

Going thru my #writing tag and all my advice comes down to “just write” at the end of the day.

Okay but Louis coming home to their flat after a long day at school and a terrible shift at the café after a customer caused a dramatic scene. He takes a shower letting the hot water wash away all the negativity that was etched into his skin and dressing in his boyfriend's oversized hockey jersey with the name "styles" stitched on the back. He walks over to the mirror and turns around and he thinks he quite likes the look of Styles on him. He marveled at how small he looked in the jersey, the sleeves drowning his tiny hands, the length of it coming down far enough to cover up his boxer clad bum. He was lost in the way he loved how he looked in Harry's clothes and didn't notice Harry standing in the doorway until he caught sight of a big grin spread across his face in the mirror. "You look cute in my clothes." Harry said, "but you'd look cute without them too..."