tired tired sea ⚓︎

"I had a lot on my mind. Kind of fucked me up a bit, just… Put me in this… really introspective mood. And I just… become a bit of a non-verbal asshole when I’m like that. So yeah, I’m sorry. I know I’m not the easiest guest to have around and you’ve been incredibly welcoming. I do appreciate that."

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a blurry dark picture of fetus harry styles and louis tomlinson hugging each other by the sea

sending a big hug and much love to everyone today, take care<3

He waits, and waits, but the tears don’t come, grief and love both stuck in his throat with no outlet.

Louis doesn’t know why he lies like this, but he can’t help the thrumming beneath his skin, the overwhelming desire to protect Harry’s feelings.

“I’m sorry, I… I just…” Harry swallows hard, eyes blinking fast like maybe he’s going to cry.

This absolute complete dumbass shivering in nothing but a t-shirt outside on the gallery just to watch the sunset properly, to watch the sea.

“You’re empty until the end of March?”

“Hum… Yeah. Usually.”

harry styles in all black, sitting on a chair and looking down with a serious look on his face

louis tomlinson in a beige shirt and blue jeans, is sitting on a couch and smiling while holding his hand near his mouth

There’s something ridiculously attractive about Harry being so bratty about this, actually angry and irritated. It might be the red colouring his cheeks or the sparkles in his eyes, might be the tense line of his shoulders or his haughty attitude. Louis doesn’t know, but he wants to poke it.

He doesn’t like what heartbreak has done to him, to be frank, but it’s not like Louis can help it.

Louis moulds himself to Harry's body, ankles to ankles, knees to knees, his arm tightly locked around Harry's waist, his hand flat against Harry's chest, feeling the soothing beats of his heart.

It barely takes a few minutes for him to be lulled to sleep.

Harry is sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the bench, one of his long legs stretched out in front of him, the other bent, the notebook Louis almost never sees him without resting on his thigh as he hums to himself and writes down whatever it is he’s always scribbling away.

Late one afternoon, a few days later, Louis shows up at the top of the lighthouse just as the sky starts to darken.

Joy, relief, longing, disappointment, fondness, pride… they all mix into one overwhelming bittersweet kind of warmth.

Louis hums, rubbing his free hand slowly up and down Harry’s thigh where he’s perched on Louis’ lap, his touch purposefully slow and soothing.

They stay close to the lighthouse, Clifford and Harry running around chasing each other in the rain.

“I love you,” Louis tells him softly, not ever wanting to let him go.

Because… just like you feel like the truest version of yourself here on Fair Isle, I think… I think I feel like the truest version of myself when I’m with you.”

“But I thought… I thought... since I’m deeply in love with you, that maybe it was worth asking if there’s space for me in that already brilliant life of yours?

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i knooow😭❤️‍🩹

happy anniversary❤️‍🩹

𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.

a manip of louis tomlinson and harry styles

it's their and their day only🩵

Harry gulps, then smiles – a tiny thing, half shy, half mischievous. “Got any vacancies?” he asks, gesturing towards the dinosaur of a computer that Louis curses at every day.

Louis thinks about playing it cool for half a second, before shaking his head fondly. “For you? Always.”

(and i cry as i'm reading this chapter)

Louis blinks and Harry is still there.

harry made his comeback to fair isle on this day❤️‍🩹

the front and the back of a postcard

14/09/19

𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, Harry wrote, but they both know that’s not true. They both know it’s not realistic.

If it were, Harry would be here. Wouldn’t he?