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“The moon knows,” is what he says, breath colored in liquor and a smile.
“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, the tears will fall.
And he won’t cry over Harry Styles.
And he won’t cry over Harry Styles.
"I'll always give you everything," Harry mimics, sincerely, and they just stare, lost in each other, before Harry breaks out in a wide grin, glancing down at Louis' lips shyly. "If you want," he adds quietly.”
Why isn't there more air?
Harry must have taken it with him.
"Not with you," Harry says one last time before he practically flings himself out the door, slamming it behind him, and leaving Louis alone, framed in the window, suffocating.”
Harry must have taken it with him.
"Not with you," Harry says one last time before he practically flings himself out the door, slamming it behind him, and leaving Louis alone, framed in the window, suffocating.”
Harry blinks, slow enough that Louis briefly wonders if the planet’s begun to rotate slower, has maybe begun to rotate backwards, even. “It goes, ‘He likes me, too.” (*cries*)
"I'm filling the sky with my love for you," "So whenever you look up, it echoes back."
I find people who fascinated me. I play with them. I have fun. I enjoy them. And then? Then I'm done with them. I become bored. And I don't want them around anymore.
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