if you ever get the chance please kiss me just fucking do it just go straight for the smooch and take it
I CANT STOP CRIYNG WHY DID I EVER STOP LOVING HARRY AND LOUIS
"Was it…" Louis spreads his hands out in front of him helplessly, as if it represents all of the shit between them. "I mean, Christ, was it the whole time?"
"For me, it was," Harry says. He’s either gained a late onset bout of confidence, or he’s just decided to fuck it all and finally say what he’s clearly been wanting to say for ages. "It was the whole time."
Past-Louis and Past-Harry are flirting, and they’re not being subtle about it, either. It makes Louis’ cheeks heat up, because god, he doesn’t recall this part of it, doesn’t remember it ever being this obvious.
For the first time, he wonders if it’s possible to have been in love with someone and never known.
at the university’s queer space there’s a sign that says “straight people: stop” and all these people around me stopped when they saw it and looked around nervously. straights will do anything if you write it on a sign
getting high reminds me how much i love getting high
IM HAVING THSI INTENSE HARRY/LOUIS REGRESSION I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH ALL THESE FEELINGS