“He looks like a poem. One of those mournfully beautiful ones with short, unfamiliar words that sound ethereal when spoken and completely nonsensical when thought.” — Velvetoscar Copy Share Image
“He’s leaving, and he picks up his shoulder bag on the way out and he’s staring at the ceiling, then the sky, and he closes the door silently behind him, and he stares upward because the minute he looks down,… — Velvetoscar Copy Share Image
“Harry’s asleep within a few short minutes, body now warm and pliable, and as Louis holds him, he doesn’t dare fall asleep because he… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
“Louis can't catch his breath. Neither can Harry. Why isn't there more air? Harry must have taken it with him. "Not with you," Harry… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
“I will always give you everything," Louis says, lightheaded, soaring, full. Is he high? Is this normal? Does emotion do this to people? He… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
“He looks like a poem. One of those mournfully beautiful ones with short, unfamiliar words that sound ethereal when spoken and completely nonsensical when… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
“They kiss like they've kissed for-fucking-ever and they align like a key in a lick and Louis is so fucking happy. He thinks he… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
“Harry’s smile twitches at the corner. “I like that one,” he drawls in protest. “I chose him specifically.” Louis looks up. “Him?” “Aloysius.” “Aloysius,”… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
“He’s leaving, and he picks up his shoulder bag on the way out and he’s staring at the ceiling, then the sky, and he… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
“And up close, in person, those eyes are even more terrifying. Where there should be emotion, soul, and intimacy, there instead lies a wall,… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
“And so this has become Louis' life. Feeling just as much pain as he does pleasure. Excelling academically and maintaining an excellent group of… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
“Louis hates everybody. So he texts Niall. ‘I hate this school and everybody in it. Death to rich people.’ A second later, his screen… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
“He watches Harry making intricate patterns, using the last of the glitter. “Are you making it so we can never be found?” Louis laughs,… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
“And, nope, Louis never ever thought he’d be the type to drunkenly screech his love to the sleeping world but here he is and… — Velvetoscar Copy Share
