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Beauty that breathes. Strength that feels alive. Harmony as a daily intention. This quote isn’t just something you read—it’s something you wear.

(Quotes from One Direction fics that make me want to scream into a pillow—a continuing post series)

Harry found himself smiling more than he meant to. Laughing at things that weren’t that funny. Watching Louis’ mouth when he spoke and then looking away quickly, afraid he would be caught.

He was in trouble.

He knew it.

Because this wasn’t looking like just attraction. This wasn’t feeling… fleeting. This was the kind of thing that crept under your skin and stayed there.

Louis Tomlison was sunlight and storm clouds, a hurricane in a denim jacket, and Harry had barely met him.

And still…

Still, Harry was already wondering what it would feel like to wake up forever next to someone like him.

-From I Left My Heart In Every Chorus by FelintoGirl / @felinto-girl

(Quotes from One Direction fics that make me want to scream into a pillow—a continuing post series)

“Haz, do you still have that spare charger–?”

Louis looks up and freezes, fingers gripping the handle tightly with his mouth ajar. 

Time stops. 

So does Harry’s heart, probably. 

He doesn’t move, not a single twitch; he can feel his body vibrating entirely from stillness. Maybe if he stays frozen, he can become invisible. Nonexistent. Might disappear from Louis’ life like a fever-dream, completely forgotten. 

In the space of a millisecond, he flushes all the way down to his toes, shame prickling across his skin like a thousand needles. But not inward. Outward. Like he’s turned into a stupid cactus wrapped in nothing but lace and shiny beads. 

The silence stretches.

And stretches.

Until–

“Are you going to say something, or are you waiting for me to spontaneously combust?” Harry asks, all in one breath. 

Louis continues to ogle him in silence, like he has all the time in the world. When he finally opens his mouth, he hesitates like what he was just about to say doesn’t stand a chance against the sight in front of him. Without breaking the shameless eye contact, Louis nudges the door shut with his bum. The action is so deliberate, the air in Harry’s chest immediately gets caught in his throat.

“I’m not even gonna pretend to be chill about this,” Louis says, hands slowly sliding into his pockets as he leans against Harry’s door. 

-from softness as a weapon by @ursulalequeen

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