young & beautiful

“The moon knows that we’re in love.”

And suddenly he’s flooded, absolutely flooded, with love and adoration and softness and desire and every other feeling that whispers ‘forever’ and ‘always’ and ‘home’; because Louis has found his forever, has found his always, has found his home.

They kiss like they've kissed for-fucking-ever and they align like a key in a lock and Louis is so fucking happy. He thinks he hears the world sigh.

And up close, in person, those eyes are even more terrifying. Where there should be emotion, soul, and intimacy, there instead lies a wall, cold and dark, barricading the boy from the rest of the world. And Louis can’t look away.

You are cruel for bestowing upon me the most painful sense of longing that I've ever had the pleasure to suffer at the hands of.

Keep your secrets. You're too young and beautiful not to have secrets.