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NIALL POSTED A SELFIE AND NOT A PICTURE OF HIS LIVING ROOM

HE REMEMBERED!!!!!!

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Buenos Aires, Argentina - 5/04

#daer diary#today we leant how to rite in cursive#i got a gold star becose i stayd between the lines#my techer sayd my a’s look like o’s so i need to practis#love horry

#LOVE HORRY

ficlet based off of louis ig post

Harry gathers a portion of lettuce sitting next to him into his arms and carries it to the sink. He’s going to use to it make a side salad that’s going to go nicely with the dinner he’s already prepared and put into the oven.

Setting the leafy bundle down into the sink, he turns the water on cold so as not to wilt it as he washes it. All he has to do after he’s done is chop up the lettuce and throw it, along with all the other cut vegetables, on the counter into a bowl and take out the lasagna from the oven.

“Lou! I’m almost done with dinner! Come down and set the table you lazy arse!” Harry continues to wash the lettuce, and by the time he’s done, Louis still hasn’t come thundering down the stairs like he usually does.

“Lou?” he calls out again. Getting no response once again, he turns away from the sink and looks around quizzically. In the silence, he hears a dull ‘thump’. A few seconds later, it’s followed by another one.

A smile creeps onto Harry’s face as he recognizes the sound. He looks through the kitchen window by the sink that leads out to their expansive backyard. The backyard had been the deciding factor on whether this house would be the right fit for them, as Louis was in desperate need of a place for him to play footie whenever he wanted.

Sure enough, Harry can see him out there, about ten meters away from the regulation size goal Louis bought two years ago upon the two of them moving in. It’s January, so Louis’ dressed in grey joggers, a large grey sweatshirt, and a beanie is perched on his head. The sun’s starting to go down, so the entire yard is basked in a soft golden light.

Harry grabs his coat from the hook hanging by the door and shrugs it on. Quickly he pulls on a pair of his worn boots, and opens the back door to a chilly blast of air sweeping inside. Stepping out onto their deck, he closes he door behind him so the heat from the house doesn’t leak out.

He watches for a few minutes in silence as he leans against the railing. The chilly air causes every inhale to burn the back of his throat and every exhale to curl up around him in trails of steam. However, he pays no mind to the cold because every ounce of his attention is focused on Louis, who is still unaware of his presence.

Harry’s always been in awe of Louis’ natural ability to play football, especially since Harry himself has about as much skill as a newborn deer at best. Louis moves gracefully around the ball, and every movement and kick surges with power. Louis tends not to believe he’s as good as he is, so Harry and the rest of the boys tend to remind him every chance they get.

Harry watches with rapt attention as Louis sets the ball down on the pitch a fair distance from the goal and backs up about six paces. Louis tenses minutely before launching himself forward and connecting with the ball. It sails up and forward towards the goal until it hits the crossbar with a solid 'smack’, where it then spins down into the goal.

Louis raises his hands up in the air with a shout. “And there you have it! Tommo scores a hat trick with a crossbar shot to the upper right that bounces in!” Louis talking to himself, as if there’s an announcer shouting excited commentary. “The crowd’s absolutely mad with it!”

Harry knows Louis only tends to do this when he’s truly proud of himself, and so he can’t help but feel Louis’ excitement within himself. Raising his cold hands to his mouth he finds himself joining in the celebration.

“In the 89’ minute Louis Tomlinson scores what is surely to be the winning goal! Harry bellows. "You can hear the crowd from outside the stadium!”

Louis whips around in surprise just in time to see Harry start to imitate loud cheering noises and chants of Louis’ name. A face-splitting grin lights up Louis’ face as a slightly embarrassed flush creeps over his cheeks, already tinged pink from the cold.

Laughter bubbles up from both their lips as Louis jogs over after collecting the ball from the back of the goal. When he reaches Harry, he pulls him into a gentle kiss with his hands on the side of Harry’s face. Louis’ lips are freezing it seems, but neither of them are bothered in the slightest.

After a few seconds Harry pulls away, albeit reluctantly, and quietly whispers, “congrats on winning the big game babe”. This starts a whole new set of giggles and Louis shoves his freezing hands up under Harry’s shirt in retaliation, causing Harry to yelp in surprise.

“Thats what you get for mocking me!” Louis says smugly.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I wasn’t mocking you!” he laughs.

“Fine, whatever you say Harold. Now, I do believe you have a lasagna in the oven?” Harry swears colorfully and darts back inside to try and save the hopefully not burnt dish while Louis follows him in while laughing maniacally.

@rather-have-humanity

Mmmmm whatcha sayyyyyy

i shouldnt be laughing,,,

@skeletongues666

I think these things are fun so.. everyone who reblogs this will get a random song in their messages. *no one reblogs*

make sure your messages are open, obviously. or i cant do it

don’t blame people for “not looking past what they’re showing us”, we all know that what we see isn’t the truth, but frankly, people (including me) are tired of doing my mental gymnastics in order to find something enjoyable about this band and its members