louis wants to ask, was this guy looking for something else, too, harry? but he keeps his mouth shut because questions like that only get him zayn’s sad eyes and Louis hates nothing more.
not her, please, no, what the fuck are you doing to me.
hang me up to dry, <3 <- straight through the heart, just kill me now love and leave me with Louis on the dancefloor.
and, also, a little, he wants to fuck him up because it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
this is perhaps my favorite part of the whole fic. i feel so frustrated for Louis, and the situation, and I can imagine so perfectly him laying in bed with this person who is like a star to him and yet burning through him like the sun. just gorgeous and angry and it feels so incredibly real and true to life.
“isn’t this what you wanted?”
louis doesn’t respond to that because he’s too angry to admit that what kills him is this is exactly what he wanted, and maybe he shouldn’t be so picky about how he gets it. zayn puts his hand on louis’ arm. “sometimes getting what you want just makes you realize you don’t want it anymore. or it’s not the right thing to want.”
i just want to quote everything at this point, IM SORRY BUT DIDNT YOU SAY THE QUALITY GOT WORSE AS THIS WENT ON. CHECK AGAIN, LIAR.
“i always seem to want you,” louis says and brings a hand up to cover his own heartbeat, like he’s still trying to protect what’s beneath the skin and bone.
this moment seems so pocket-perfect. it's quiet and yet it screams everything i've been waiting to happen throughout the fic.
I love that Louis needs to adjust to Harry's texts, also. i feel like I just GET everything Louis is feeling post-confession.
Zayn is a perfect little angel and I love his concern and their whole scene. they're friendship is great in this, i demand a one-shot of them just being music shop bros who need to get what they want the right way.
THE ENDING <3 I love how you take it back to the music and boys . This was just a lovely piece. Everything you've built up here i'd love to see more of because the charm just oozes out and i can't help but get caught up.
ASDALKDLASKDASKDLAS; INCOHERENCY ALL OVER THE PLACE. THIS IS SUCH A LOVELY COMMENT. I CANT STOP SMILINGGGG. FUCK. I FEEL SO GOOD THAT THIS IS POSTED AND DONE. AND THAT YOU LIKE IT. MY TEARS OF BLOOD HAVE DRIED UP NOW THAT IT'S ALL DONE.
i'm a twit, this is the beginning of the commentbeforeskylinesJuly 8 2012, 05:13:15 UTC
“you indie twat. this is a punk show, don’t you know?” harry doesn’t move, so louis keeps talking, just to keep him close. “no one in the world, except you, knows that song.”
harry laughs, loud, says, “you do,” with his big, innocent eyes and Louis can’t help but smile back at him.
I love this more than words, I feel as though it says so much about your boys right off the bat. it’s the first bit of establishment of the relationship you continue to build throughout the story. you do he says, an the reader knows that that’s the most important thing.
it makes him feel so fucking obvious, standing here in his smeared eyeliner, trying to get a boy to come home with him. it’s not the same thing, not really, but it might as well be.
I think i pointed out this part before, but i just love the image it paints. it’s so lonely, so desperate.
not her, please, no, what the fuck are you doing to me.
hang me up to dry, <3 <- straight through the heart, just kill me now love and leave me with Louis on the dancefloor.
and, also, a little, he wants to fuck him up because it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
this is perhaps my favorite part of the whole fic. i feel so frustrated for Louis, and the situation, and I can imagine so perfectly him laying in bed with this person who is like a star to him and yet burning through him like the sun. just gorgeous and angry and it feels so incredibly real and true to life.
“isn’t this what you wanted?”
louis doesn’t respond to that because he’s too angry to admit that what kills him is this is exactly what he wanted, and maybe he shouldn’t be so picky about how he gets it. zayn puts his hand on louis’ arm. “sometimes getting what you want just makes you realize you don’t want it anymore. or it’s not the right thing to want.”
i just want to quote everything at this point, IM SORRY BUT DIDNT YOU SAY THE QUALITY GOT WORSE AS THIS WENT ON. CHECK AGAIN, LIAR.
“i always seem to want you,” louis says and brings a hand up to cover his own heartbeat, like he’s still trying to protect what’s beneath the skin and bone.
this moment seems so pocket-perfect. it's quiet and yet it screams everything i've been waiting to happen throughout the fic.
I love that Louis needs to adjust to Harry's texts, also. i feel like I just GET everything Louis is feeling post-confession.
Zayn is a perfect little angel and I love his concern and their whole scene. they're friendship is great in this, i demand a one-shot of them just being music shop bros who need to get what they want the right way.
THE ENDING <3 I love how you take it back to the music and boys . This was just a lovely piece. Everything you've built up here i'd love to see more of because the charm just oozes out and i can't help but get caught up.
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harry laughs, loud, says, “you do,” with his big, innocent eyes and Louis can’t help but smile back at him.
I love this more than words, I feel as though it says so much about your boys right off the bat. it’s the first bit of establishment of the relationship you continue to build throughout the story. you do he says, an the reader knows that that’s the most important thing.
it makes him feel so fucking obvious, standing here in his smeared eyeliner, trying to get a boy to come home with him. it’s not the same thing, not really, but it might as well be.
I think i pointed out this part before, but i just love the image it paints. it’s so lonely, so desperate.
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