Thread by @tiredtiredgucci, ---> my favourite young & beautiful quotes as aesthetics; a VERY long [...]

---> my favourite young & beautiful quotes as aesthetics; a VERY long thread:

“You. You rewrote it,”

“You rewrote the whole thing. Different.”

“You said you didn’t like my handwriting,”

“Don’t ever do that again. Being all… weird. I don’t like it.”

Harry now knows exactly how Louis likes his tea, which is something Louis takes very seriously

“I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.”

“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”

“even if the entire world thinks you’re shit, that there’s at least one person who thinks you’re amazing.”

“I won’t ever let anybody force you to do anything.”

“So if I’m a novel,” then what are you? A children’s book?”
“Probably a fairytale, to be exact.”
“Which one, then? Peter Pan?”
“Probably, yeah. Forever young and immature.”

“I didn’t want you to go”

mentally comparing Harry’s lips to rose petals (because of the champagne, obviously)

Everything just feels quiet as Louis looks at Harry and Harry looks at Louis, and the world around them continues to exist.

“I like that you ask.”
“I like asking”

The way Harry smells and feels and the way that this might be the most incredible hug in the world? Ever?

“With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?”

Louis walks up to him, pinches his nose as the sunbeams soak into his skin. “You’re cheeky” he says, looking down at him not fondly. Nope.The touch immediately melts any pout away from Harry, leaving him to smile sunnily up at Louis, face bright and open like a children’s book.

“You’re ridiculous,” he always says, and he laughs as he continues to play, elbow brushing Louis’ side, smile brushing Louis’ eyes.

It’s like this that Louis loves seeing Harry the most.
When Harry forgets that he doesn’t want to feel, forgets that he doesn’t know how, forgets his demons, and just is.

He’s always looking down. Louis always wants him to look up. So the sky and the sun and the moon and the stars can see him and realize why they just don’t compare.

Who stares at the stars that alight his face and who quietly smiles as he looks up.
Because Harry’s looking up a lot lately.

“I should like to be the sun and you can be the moon.”
“But then we’d never see each other,”
“Not so, young one. The moon shines because of the sun, you know. Because the sun’s always there. Just like me and don’t even get me started on those eclipses.”
“Okay. Then I don’t mind,”

“Good. Keep your secrets. You’re too young and beautiful not to have secrets.”

“Point is, you don’t need to change. And I…I love it. I think it’s beautiful. Even if others don’t.”

There’s something communicated in their stare, and Louis doesn’t know what but it’s important. Important enough for Louis to never leave Harry’s side for the rest of the night.
And, slowly, the tension leaves Harry’s shoulders.

Harry is beautiful. Harry is special. Harry…
Harry means so much to him. With his smiles and his quirks and the way he looks at Louis. Harry is the world, Harry is everything, Harry is the oxygen that fills Louis' lungs and blood cells and is created by plants and leaves.

“Because, ‘Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic,’”

[...]

“The quote,” Harry remarks softly, eyes locked with Louis’. “I knew it was you.

“Stay?”
It’s one word. One tiny, seemingly insignificant word.
But it’s that fucking word that sends Louis spiraling into a thousand fucking directions, his heart exploding within his chest and splattering the walls of his ribcage.

Wondering just how the fuck he managed to fall in love with Harry fucking Styles.

“So don’t you dare tell him that he has nothing.... Not when he’s everything.”

“I’ll be whatever you need me to be, Harry”

Because with each tender look that Harry bestows upon Louis, Louis can almost pretend to know what it’s like to be loved by Harry. Properly loved. He can almost pretend that they’re more than what they are.
And it hurts too, too much.

That was as beautiful as it was painful, Louis could pretend that this was what they could have. That this was what they were. Pretend that they were together, a unit, a young and beautiful couple with the world at their feet and problems they will never have to shoulder alone.

being in love with the one person in the world who is incapable of falling in love.

“I’m happy when I’m with you.”

“Good,” he said, before bending over and plucking a baby cluster of flowers from the cool earth. He straightened, handing them over to Louis with a quiet smile. “Here. Have spring.”

“Nobody treats me like you do,” Harry says quietly, after a moment. “Nobody looks at me like you do.”

What he had thought empty, heartless, ridiculous, he now thinks of as warm, open, beautiful.
Enchanting.
Childlike.
Strong.
Home.

“You make me want to not make sense,”
“That doesn’t make sense, either.”
“Good. I should hate to make sense.”
“’To be great is to be misunderstood,’”

"I'm in love with you, Louis Tomlinson and this belongs to you," ... he places Louis' hand over his heart and presses it there holds it there with his cool fingers clasped around Louis' wrist. "It's yours and yours to keep and nobody deserves to know because nobody else matters."

“I’m filling up the sky with my love for you,”
“No matter where I am?”
“No matter where you are, there’s only one sky.”
“We all share the same sky, but I should always like to hear you say it, not an echo. I want you beside me under every sky. Always.”

And as they walk, fingers laced with fingers and the clicks of their heels synching together as they laugh, laugh, laugh, Louis swears he can hear their voices mingled in the sky, dancing between the stars.

Suddenly he’s flooded, absolutely flooded, with love and adoration and softness and desire and every other feeling that whispers ‘forever’ and ‘always’ and ‘home’; because Louis has found his forever, has found his always, has found his home.

That they’re always going to be all right. That Louis will fight to the ends of the Earth for this boy and that Harry will fight, too.
That he loves Harry unyieldingly, and Harry loves Louis, too.
That Harry saved Louis.
And Louis saved Harry

"I've never met anyone like you. You've restored my faith in humanity, just by existing...
..You make me fall in love with the world again."
"You gave me a world I didn't know was there."

“Hey louis tomlinson”
“Yeah?”
“Want to know a secret?”
“All right... really? We’re completely alone. You can’t just tell me?”
“It’s a secret”
“All right then, lay it on me”
“The moon knows,”
“What are you talking about?”
“The moon knows that we’re in love”

-- the end --

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