“why do you only paint me in blue?” louis asks one day. they’re laying on the floor of harry’s studio and the only thing he can hear is the steady thump of harry’s heart as he rests his ear against his chest.
louis traces the tips of his fingers down the long expanse of harry’s torso and back up. he does this three more times before he hears the hitch of harry’s voice; a tell that he’s going to say something.
“you remind me of endless things,” harry starts, then pauses.
“like what?” fingers stopping their movement on harry’s stomach, louis peers up at harry with an ocean worth of questions in his eyes.
“the first time i heard you laugh i felt like diving into a lake and never resurfacing. that’s when i realized that i could drown in your voice and never miss the air. you’re like…” he trails off and bites on his bottom lip before continuing on. “you remind me of the sky a lot. and i know you hate clichés, but i can’t help thinking that behind the blue is something so grand and extraordinary. something untouched and full.”
harry closes his eyes, leans his head back, and hums.
“what are you singing?” louis presses his head into harry’s chest harder. he wants to hear every piece of harry, from the way his heart beat has sped up to the gentle rasp of his voice.
“you remind me of every song i’ve tried to finish but never could.” louis begins to protest until he feels the gentle scratch of harry’s finger nails against his back.
“i’ve written so many songs for you. every time i leave them unfinished i think of how much left we have to live. how i have endless years of loving you,” harry says, hand moving up into louis’ hair to give a pull.
“i only paint you in blue because you remind me of endless things. i look at you and think of the depth of the sky, the expanse of the ocean, and the infinite possibilities of every lyric i write for you. i see your face and i’m reminded that no matter what happens or where in the world we are, my love for you is eternal.”