itjustsortahappened:

“I like it…”

Louis’ lips trailed the ink on his stomach, careful not to press too hard, not wanting to cause any pain. 

“Is it still sore?” 

Harry lazily nodded and traced a hand through the older boy’s hair, a small smile playing over his lips and his voice raspy and low;

“Now you can see it…” 

Louis gazed up at him with a raised eyebrow in question, confusion written over his face.

“See what?” 

“How it feels every time you look at me.” 

onlyforstylinson:

IM GOING CRAZY SOMEBODY STOP ME BEFORE I BELIEVE THEY GOT ENGAGED

UGH ME TOO AND THIS IS IRRATIONAL

SOMEBODY CALM ME DOWN WITH LOGIC BEFORE I LIQUIFY INTO A PUDDLE OF FEELS

blokesforever:

flawlesshomosexuals:

“Louis returns to the living room soon enough, two mugs clutched in his hands. He’s soft and cuddly in grey sweatpants and Harry’s Ramones tee, barefoot, his glasses on. His hair is everywhere because he always destroys the quiff the moment he gets home, and it’s gone all ruffled and feathery, falling over his eyes. This is the Louis Harry loves the very, very best; messy and relaxed and lovely.”