WHAT IF LOUIS AND HARRY ARE NO LONGER TOGETHER BUT THEY STILL HAVE FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER AND THATS THE REAL REASON THAT DONT SIT NEXT TO EACH OTHER ANYMORE. BUT LIKE RECENTLY THEYVE BEEN ACTING A LITTLE MORE COMFORTABLE WITH EACH OTHER, LIKE THE FACT THAT THEY ARE BROKEN UP DOESNT BOTHER THEM AS MUCH ANYMORE BECAUSE THEY”VE HAD TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT, BUT THEY STILL DEEP DOWN KNOW THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND SINCE HARRY IS PROBABLY BISEXUAL IT MAKES LOUIS SAD AND FIGITY WHEN HE SEES THE MAN THAT HE WANTS TO BE HIS STILL, HUG AND KISS A PRETTY GIRL AND MAYBE IT MAKES HIM FEEL A TAD INSECURE AND HE NEEDS A CUDDLE ,BUT THE ONLY ONE HE REALLY WANTS A CUDDLE FROM IS HIS HAZ AND HIS HAZ IS CUDDLING SOMEONE ELSE GOODBYE
This is based on the Little Mix song by the same title and it is just what I get from listening to the song. Warning: it is very sad.
Numb; that all I felt—or didn’t feel. My eyes were fixed ahead at the stark white tile as I gripped my sides in a hug and the water spraying against my back ran cold. I shuffled around and shut it off as my stomach grumbled with the need for food. I swallowed thickly and felt the lump bobbing with the action and I cringed.
I got out and toweled myself off, slipping on my robe and shuffling to my room. I picked up my phone and dialed his number, knowing I’d receive his voicemail as his ringtone sounded across the room. It soothed the ache in my chest as his familiar voice sounded with a more-than-familiar message. I didn’t bother leaving one as I ended the call and caught sight of the little number next to his contact; 100. My pride was gone by now.
I sighed and tossed my phone onto the night stand. I pulled off my robe and tugged on my pj’s before slipping into bed. I stayed a moment before realizing that now I had to shut off the lights. I did so sluggishly before I fell into his side of the bed and curled myself around his pillow. It was still damp from this morning and now new tears were adding to the wetness.
I longed for just one more night with him, to say goodbye. I didn’t want him to be gone, even now, a week after the accident. I still wanted to feel his warmth next to me and see his smile every day. Mine felt forced and pointless now that my happiness was gone. I cried myself to sleep for the sixth night in a row, not ready to say goodbye just yet.
A super girly and peppy blonde girl who wears bright pink dresses and skirts everyday is best friends with a quiet goth girl who of course sports all black clothing and big lace up boots. Someone jokes and yells to them “Hey look, a fairy and a vampire!” The blonde turns around and flashes a fanged grin and says “She’s human, actually.”
Someone give me this cartoon series.
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