Apr 13
does anyone have that image of the body pillow with the utility pole(?) cover
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does anyone have that image of the body pillow with the utility pole(?) cover
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why do people clap their hands like an idiot while laughing really hard
maybe it's the coffee.
I can’t sleep
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Last Night ➪ Larry
Louis was petrified.
No, not like wood being turned into a stony substance. He was scared shitless, because the one thing he already thought Harry would be mad about, he was mad about the opposite. He was sure that when Louis reminded him the events of last night — he’d be mad because his best mate had a weird, huge crush on him. But, no, he was mad because he didn’t say so in person. Which was a relatively good thing for him to be mad about… Right?
Either way, Louis wasn't about to give up the invite to his room. He liked seeing Harry, even though nothing ever came about of it like he'd hoped; just being around him was a stress reliever. Perhaps not in this situation, but whatever... You get the point. Slipping his phone into the pocket of his baggy sweatpants, the scruffy boy took a look in the mirror and contemplated changing. No, you look fine, idiot. Don't be desperate. So, he just snatched his room key off the table and ventured out into the hall.
He knew Harry's room number already, shocker, and he wasn't sure whether to knock and be polite or just open the damn thing. “Harry?” He mumbled softly as he knocked once or twice, reaching for the door handle second and opening it inch by inch. “Can I come in?”