I know, pup, I know. Their story is one I’ll tell my children at night to fall asleep to. The story of two boys and how fate made sure everything was perfectly aligned to bring them together. Like… just THINK about it. How likely is it that they’d be at the same gig beforehand, hm? Or that they’d meet in the toilets before getting put together as a band WHICH Harry would not have been able to do if he were a day younger. And then there’s the fact that their personalities compliment each other more that peanut butter and jelly. Even their bodies are perfectly proportioned so Louis’ just tall enough to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, his hands small enough to be swallowed by Harry’s large ones, which also fit into the curve of Louis’ hip like a glove. Tall and small, lanky and curvy, deep voice and high voice, soft-spoken and loudloudloud, green and blue, ship and compass. There aren’t two people in the whole world who are more meant to be together than Harry and Louis. And to think that it all started with an “oops!” and a “hi.” But then again… it didn’t, did it? It didn’t start on The Xfactor, and it didn’t start at the Script concert. The universe was pulling them together long before anyone knew it was happening. I wouldn’t be surprised if after they’re out they reveal that their great grandparents were best friends or something equally as ridiculous. I mean after all, there’s no explanation for why things are the way they are… they just kinda happen.