louis and harry kiss

some larry couple photo shoot concepts:

  • louis sprawled across harry’s lap in a silk robe with a glass of wine
  • harry giving louis a piggyback ride, both with crinkly-eyed smiles
  • lying in the grass wearing big sweaters; a recreation of the photo from harry’s another man shoot
  • some stills from a pillow fight where they’re both caught mid-laugh
  • talking animatedly while they walk through one of their gardens, clifford chasing after them
  • cuddling, with clifford squashed in the middle
  • painting one of their rooms (and each other)
  • dancing in a ballroom under a chandelier, wearing colourful suits
  • kissing on a park bench
  • louis cutting harry’s hair and harry looking terrified in the mirror
  • harry making them breakfast and louis on his tiptoes, with his arms wrapped around him from behind, resting his head on his shoulder
  • playing guitar together on the patio while the sun sets
  • some closeup shots of them holding hands, their wedding rings being the focus
  • shirtless ones of them standing together so their tattoos line up
  • on a ferris wheel, harry stealing louis’ candy floss and louis looking at him menacingly

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never