You don’t necessarily get to choose who you fall in love with. You don’t get to choose who makes you stutter when you talk to them for the first time. You don’t get to choose who makes your cheeks burn & turn bright red. You hope they don’t notice you staring but that one day when you look & they were already looking makes you just want to smile & your heart goes crazy. You don’t get to choose who makes your hands sweaty because you’re so nervous around them. You don’t get to choose who gives you butterflies at the thought of them or the mention of their name. Who you fall in love with is completely up to fate. But when you fall in love with them you can’t be anything but happy, because they are your happy & they are finally yours.
—  Aves Jordyn
Wiesz dlaczego ranisz? Na siłę próbujesz pokazać wszystkim, że Ty też potrafisz. Wolisz, żeby pomyśleli o Tobie “Co za suka” niż “Jaka ona delikatna i łatwa do zranienia”. Ale faktów nie oszukasz. Jesteś wrażliwcem grającym w teatrze rolę złego charakteru. Przyznam, masz do tego talent. Prawie Ci uwierzyłam.. ale potem Cię poznałam. I wiesz co? Ten któregoś kiedyś pokochasz.. tak wiem, teraz twierdzisz, że miłości nie ma.. ale On będzie wtedy najszczęśliwszym człowiekiem na świecie. Naprawdę.
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Może kiedyś opowiem Ci to wszystko. Usiądziemy w przytulnej kawiarni, przy kawie, a ja już bez żadnych emocji, ale z sentymentem powiem, jak było naprawdę. Tak. Kiedyś postaram się streścić Ci te kilka lat tęsknoty
—  Marcin Lenartowicz

Sing When You’re Winning by hazmesentir

Length: 90k

“Isn’t that some kind of cardinal sin, a Manchester United fan Tweeting a Liverpool player?“

“How did you know I was a Man United fan?” Harry asks, immediately aghast.

“You looked at that shirt on the wall-” Louis motions to the Liverpool shirt reading TOMLINSON 17 hanging above the fireplace, “-like it physically hurts you to be in the same room.”

Harry ducks his head, trying not to blush. “Ah. Didn’t think it was that obvious.”

“My scum-dar was obviously off, because when you first walked in here I thought you were all right,” he says.

Or, the one where Harry’s a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League’s first gay footballer and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed, Must-Read