one direction - harry styles/louis tomlinson - behold the hurricane
Medium: real life
Fandom: one direction
Subject: harry styles/louis tomlinson
Title: behold the hurricane
Warnings: adult themes, language, angst.
Summary: in which louis is a stripper with more issues than playboy magazine, and harry is the idealistic young writer who loves him. this ended up being a weird hybrid of the music that louis dances to and mixtapes exchanged between the two of them, because words are hard and music makes it easier. i'd love to write this someday, but in the meantime - music!
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nature boy, david bowie. there was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy.
some nights, fun. some nights, i stay up cashing in my bad luck, some nights I call it a draw. some nights i wish that my lips could build a castle, some nights I wish they'd just fall off.
ridin, a$ap rocky feat. lana del rey. i want to be your object, of your affection give me all your time, touch, money, and attention.
if i had you, adam lambert. the flashing of the lights, it might feel so good. but I got you stuck on my mind.
i am human, brian buckley band. don't you take me too seriously, cause one day I will be back around. i am human and i will let you down.
northern downpour, panic! at the disco. the ink is running towards the page, it's chasing off the days. look back at both feet and that winding knee. i missed your skin while you were east; you clicked your heels and wished for me.
soft shock, yeah yeah yeahs. what's the time, what's the day? gonna leave me. gonna leave me out.
all the right moves, onerepublic. it don't matter what you see, i know i could never be someone that'll look like you. it don't matter what you say, i know i could never fake someone that could sound like you.
second lover, noah & the whale. and though i don't know your real name, your real age, or your shoe size, i will leave this bedroom chair and this keyboard behind. and I will love you in reality and dreams.
swim good, ed sheeran. i'm about to drive in the ocean. imma try to swim from something bigger than me. kick off my shoes and swim good.
come undone, robbie williams. such a saint, but such a whore. so self-aware, so full of shit, so indecisive, so adamant. i'm contemplating, thinking about thinking.
wicked games, the weekend. bring your love, baby i could bring my shame. bring the drugs, baby i could bring my pain. i got my heart right here. i got my scars right here.
behold the hurricane, the horrible crowes.you remember me, my lover. i don't recognize myself. i'm not the man you love. behold the hurricane.
hallelujah, jeff buckley. all i've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. and it's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light. it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
oh my god, whatever, etc, ryan adams. if i could i'd fold myself away like a card table, a concertina, or a murphy bed. i would, but i wasn't made that way, so you know instead. i'm open all night and the customers come to stay. and everyone tips, but not enough to knock me over. and i'm so tired.
the lonely, christina perri. broken pieces of a barely breathing story. where there once was love, now there's only me and the lonely.
bad religion, frank ocean. this unrequited love, to me it's nothing but a one-man cult and cyanide in my styrofoam cup. i could never make him love me.
as is, ani difranco. and i've got no illusions about you. and guess what? i never did. and when i said i'll take it, i meant as is.
head over feet, alanis morisette. i've never felt this healthy before. i've never wanted something rational, but i am aware now, at least i think i am.
for dear life, michelle branch. one moment more and i’m holding onto you for dear life. and now that i’m sure i am holding onto you for dear life.
Fandom: one direction
Subject: harry styles/louis tomlinson
Title: behold the hurricane
Warnings: adult themes, language, angst.
Summary: in which louis is a stripper with more issues than playboy magazine, and harry is the idealistic young writer who loves him. this ended up being a weird hybrid of the music that louis dances to and mixtapes exchanged between the two of them, because words are hard and music makes it easier. i'd love to write this someday, but in the meantime - music!
zip zip zip
nature boy, david bowie. there was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy.
some nights, fun. some nights, i stay up cashing in my bad luck, some nights I call it a draw. some nights i wish that my lips could build a castle, some nights I wish they'd just fall off.
ridin, a$ap rocky feat. lana del rey. i want to be your object, of your affection give me all your time, touch, money, and attention.
if i had you, adam lambert. the flashing of the lights, it might feel so good. but I got you stuck on my mind.
i am human, brian buckley band. don't you take me too seriously, cause one day I will be back around. i am human and i will let you down.
northern downpour, panic! at the disco. the ink is running towards the page, it's chasing off the days. look back at both feet and that winding knee. i missed your skin while you were east; you clicked your heels and wished for me.
soft shock, yeah yeah yeahs. what's the time, what's the day? gonna leave me. gonna leave me out.
all the right moves, onerepublic. it don't matter what you see, i know i could never be someone that'll look like you. it don't matter what you say, i know i could never fake someone that could sound like you.
second lover, noah & the whale. and though i don't know your real name, your real age, or your shoe size, i will leave this bedroom chair and this keyboard behind. and I will love you in reality and dreams.
swim good, ed sheeran. i'm about to drive in the ocean. imma try to swim from something bigger than me. kick off my shoes and swim good.
come undone, robbie williams. such a saint, but such a whore. so self-aware, so full of shit, so indecisive, so adamant. i'm contemplating, thinking about thinking.
wicked games, the weekend. bring your love, baby i could bring my shame. bring the drugs, baby i could bring my pain. i got my heart right here. i got my scars right here.
behold the hurricane, the horrible crowes.you remember me, my lover. i don't recognize myself. i'm not the man you love. behold the hurricane.
hallelujah, jeff buckley. all i've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. and it's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light. it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
oh my god, whatever, etc, ryan adams. if i could i'd fold myself away like a card table, a concertina, or a murphy bed. i would, but i wasn't made that way, so you know instead. i'm open all night and the customers come to stay. and everyone tips, but not enough to knock me over. and i'm so tired.
the lonely, christina perri. broken pieces of a barely breathing story. where there once was love, now there's only me and the lonely.
bad religion, frank ocean. this unrequited love, to me it's nothing but a one-man cult and cyanide in my styrofoam cup. i could never make him love me.
as is, ani difranco. and i've got no illusions about you. and guess what? i never did. and when i said i'll take it, i meant as is.
head over feet, alanis morisette. i've never felt this healthy before. i've never wanted something rational, but i am aware now, at least i think i am.
for dear life, michelle branch. one moment more and i’m holding onto you for dear life. and now that i’m sure i am holding onto you for dear life.