#larry chat

harry: okay *walks over to louis* i like my partners like my intrusive thoughts

louis: what the fuck

harry: fucking me over in the middle of the night

L *angry abour something*: Harry, we need to talk

H *meditating surrounded by crystals*

L: Harry!!!!

Harry: Louis of cou-

"Look at us, Lou, we're so worn out," Harry whispered, breaking his breath against Louis's. He simply tried to collect the pieces with a kiss, with that heat that was the only resin to keep them still together. After all that time. Fuck, they had hurt so badly, and not even for a moment they had stopped pumping blood Harry for Louis, and Louis for Harry.

And he knew it. He had nodded like all the other times and had brought their hands intertwined at the level of his mouth. He had softly kissed his knuckles and in a faint breath had pronounced that daily "yes, I know". Because after all, if meteorites and comets hadn't all flung at them, Harry smiled for Louis, and Louis smiled for Harry. They were only enough, those two unwary fools. No armor had ever been built because they were sure it would be enough to hold on. Needless to reiterate: it was never enough. So they had still preferred to keep kissing under the stars, so that the sun could not watch them.

Harry's big hands covered Louis's eyes and he stretched his thin lips, firmly gripping the big-little boy's wrists.

"I don't want to look at each other, I don't like seeing wounds on your body. Can you just kiss me? "

And Harry certainly did it. He pressed his big mouth against that of Louis who smiled uncontrollably, but quietly. Protected by the immense hands of his boy with curls.

He was just a child with curls when they met. And Louis, on the other hand, was just a boy with laughing eyes, sky-blue, giving away everything they had to give. Always. They had always saved: no tears. Until some glimpses of wood had prayed desperately for a sky to overwhelm them.

What a strangeness, eh? Louis was so small compared to his boy with curls ...

"Lou, don't ever stop kissing me," Harry had murmured, risking that Louis would stop to be able to answer him.

But his little-big boy knew him so well, and he hadn't stopped kissing him to answer him. He simply let Harry wrap his arms around his thin neck, and held him so tightly that he felt Harry's heart booming inside his own. So he just sighed and mewled under his breath when Harry had intricately long fingers in his hair.

"I love you," Harry had repeated. As if that little treasure could have been enough to mend the edges of their souls. I suffer to have to reiterate, again, but no: it was never enough.

And the way those foolish fools ignored it, wore out a little anyone who read about them.

But do not cry, please, their stars have seen enough tears poured.

Harry: But babe...

Louis: I'm not into all that hipster shit

Harry: But you're into me.

Harry: And more ways than one

Louis: .....

Harry: I love you

Louis: Fuck you.

i just want friends in this fandom