I don’t know how some girls are 100% straight like have you seen girls
ME TOO. or louis.
i think it involved cuddling in a txf bunk bed and whispers and knocking knees and elbows
or maybe the backyard at the bungalow and blankets and a few too many cans of shitty beer and that sort of hazy hot intensity that fire pits create
or just a normal boring day at txf studios where they fooled around and wrestled and harry stopped and was like ‘i really really like you’ and louis was like ‘i really really like you too’ and that was that
#or over christmas 2010 #when they’d had a whole ten days apart and they’d both kind of noticed that it felt really odd to suddenly not be living in each others’ pockets #and yes they’d had the usual texts and chats flying backwards and forwards between them #loads of ‘morning hazza’s and ‘hi boobear’s and ‘i wish i’d never told you that’s and ‘i miss you’s and ‘you sad sappy bastard’s #but there was always the sense that something was being left unsaid #like that sort of clanging silence when you’re both waiting for the other person to say something and no one does #so when they met back up between christmas and new year to do those tiny 1d gigs in scotland #everything that they’d both been feeling during the xfactor was somehow heightened #like someone had switched the blackpool illuminations on in their hearts #whereas before it had merely been a christmas tree’s-worth of sparkling lights #and so one night after the glasgow gig #where they were all slumped in the back of a minibus on the way to edinburgh #harry and louis sharing headphones to harry’s ipod with louis resting back on harry’s chest as he dozed #louis was idly flicking through the ridiculous indie playlists when he found one entitled ”i miss lou” #so he clicked shuffle whilst gently chuckling at harry’s absurdly endearing pun #but as the first bars of ‘wouldn’t it be nice’ kicked in harry’s eyes flew open and he tried to grab the ipod back off louis whilst muttering ”shit shit shit that was deleted shit shit” #so of course louis shoved him off and scrolled through the playlist #songs like ‘flowers in the window’ and ‘you’re still the one’ and ‘a million love songs’ leaping out at him #but when he looked up harry was just sitting there with tears starting in his eyes #and so louis did the only thing he could do #he scooted closer to harry and whispered in his ear ”was that playlist for me?” #harry’s only response was a teary nod before he forced out the words ”louis i like you okay and i couldn’t stand being away from you so made that playlist and it was meant to have been deleted but itunes obviously fucked up and i’m sorry but i really think… i hope you feel the same” #louis looked down at his hands still clutching the ipod #failing miserably to cover up the massive grin he couldn’t help but crack as he whispered back ”of course i do… i fucking like you you sad sappy bastard” #and with that he popped the earphones back into his and harry’s ears #tucked his head back onto harry’s chest and grabbed harry’s hand in his #entwining their fingers as they sat there #listening to their playlist together below flashing orange streetlights (x)