*shrug* I have opinions that would get me canceled
It is not lost on me that an uptick in mainstream media attention led us right into what will probably be our new stunt.
The light persists, and so shall we
Stop teasing me lol
Sitting at my job once again wishing I could be paid to write instead of literally fry my brain for a company that forced me to take pto for jury duty while the country crumbles around us.
His eyes might actually be the death of me
💙💚
Bluesky doesn't know this yet, but this particular, niche brand of Louis is *my* Louis.
Not, like, I own him. Like, this is the version of him that lives inside my head at all times.
Forever grateful to have lived in this timeline, even if it only lasted a moment.
Lord, I am not your strongest soldier
Thank you!!
BYE. I'm gonna go cry now!
🥺🥺 this made my heart happy. Thank you for still being here and still reading 💙
Thank you 💙💙
💙💙 it's so nice to be able to give a little again
The world is not, but maybe I am 💙
there in the inbetween. He and Harry and the two phantom dimples floating somewhere between near and far, healed and broken, then and now.
On the edge and already over the line.
At least they had a few more minutes left on this call.
need the aftercare then."
"Now who's being cheeky?" Louis teased, even though his heart did a small dip at the insinuation Harry was making—at the admission that was the boy's next hurdle to overcome.
Harry humored Louis' attempt with a dimpled smile again, and it was a strange moment they shared
stupid time zones, and stupid internal clocks, and stupid time itself for stretching on too far and erasing way too much way too quickly from what once was.
"You'll call tomorrow, yeah?" Harry asked suddenly without moving.
"Course," Louis said immediately.
"Good," Harry murmured. "Think I might
Woke up the next day, but for now, Louis just watched as the last of Harry that existed before all of that slowly unraveled, bleeding into the icy bath below.
He was both the most familiar this way, and the closest to being a stranger than he'd ever been since he WAS a stranger.
And Louis hated
Those months ago. He'd trained hard, fighting through the end of his music career, the end of a few business deals gone wrong, the end of the 1D era. Harry trained through all of it, and now it was all over.
Louis was certain that tomorrow Harry would be nursing more than physical wounds when he
Knuckle grip Harry had on one side of the ice bath, and the small knick of angry red on the curve of his bottom lip. Evidence of a soreness that was planted in deeper gardens started to come up as the murky water of the temporary relief began to wear off.
Harry had done what he'd set out to do all
The tattoos littered across both of his arms, and the smattering of wirey hair across his chest. His mustache was unruly, like his furrowed eyebrows and windblown hair.
The deeper set pains were becoming more visible the more the ice worked on the surface level ones. Louis took note of the white
"Yeah, yeah," Louis huffed. They were quiet then for a beat. Harry relaxed further into his ice bath, and Louis got comfortable on the bed he was reclined on. He ran his eyes softly over every small detail of Harry's body, taking inventory of his elongated throat and his coiled muscles. He cataloged
his reverie by revealing Louis' thoughts had somehow found their way into the space between them.
"I know, but you're without me," Louis argued back. Harry laughed quietly again, letting his eyes slip closed and his head tip back once more.
"I'm a big boy, Louis," Harry tutted.
he wanted anytime soon. Harry was right, Louis had a show to do, and there'd be no way for him to slip into Tokyo unnoticed. As badly as he wanted the opposite, Louis had no choice but to wait this out and hope his baby was okay on his own.
"I'm not on my own," Harry countered, shaking Louis out of
like a stubborn child unrelenting in its pursuit of perfection on an Etch a Sketch.
"Not even a little bit," Louis sighed. He cupped the other side of his phone with his other hand and willed his fingers to relax some. Harry's attempt to soothe him weren't working, but he wasn't going to get what
in Louis' eye. "You're perfect at this, even when you're so far away."
"Youre just trying to make sure I don't hop the next plane to Tokyo," Louis was back to grumbling.
"Is it working?" Harry asked with a cheeky smile. His eyes drooped low again, exhaustion clearing the flirty glint in his eye
warned them about the after effects once the marathon was done. He'd told them that Harry would likely ache and might even fall ill.
It was excruciating being so far away from him right now.
"Doing this has already made me feel so much better," Harry comforted after taking note of the pained look
