if someone tells you their favourite song or album, and speaks passionately about it, you better fucking cherish it and damn well listen to it. it will tell you things about the person they aren’t ready to fully express.
Learning to be okay without him is weird.
I swear I’ll be fine for weeks,
but one morning I’ll wake up
and my heart feels heavy for no reason at all
And I feel like I lost him all over again.
It’s just hard, you know?
Thinking you’re making all this progress only for it to be ruined when you see someone else brush their hair out of their eyes the same way he used to.
One little thing, and bam-
You start thinking that you’ll never be able to live without hearing his laugh ever again.
Yes Louis, then there is you. The strong, kind, beautiful, selfless, lovely, brave and trustworthy young man from the worlds biggest boyband, who by himself has inspired so many people to do what they want.
Then there is you Louis, who has always wanted to help other people in need, even if you haven’t had the greatest time of your life at the moment. And still you have been here for people who need the help and support. You always think about everyone else before yourself darling, and it doesn’t matter what they are like or have you ever even heard of them.
Then there is you Louis, who has always in the first place thought about the fans and has defended them no matter what has happened. You have made so many of your fans believe in themself and in their own things, that if we put them in one video, the video would be many hours long.
Then there is you Louis, boy from Doncaster with big dreams. The boy who has achieved so much even though you are very young still. The boy every one in the world fell in love with in 2010 when you were only 18 years old. The boy who didn’t get any solos in xfactor but was still our favourite with his angelic voice.
And then there is you Louis who has shown everyone that it is not the end of the world even if it feels like it. And in the darkest times of your life, there is still hope , because even stormclouds have a silver lining. And there will be ups and downs but we surive them, with your help.
And then there is you Louis, the glue of our fandom and the band. The amazing songwriter who has wrote at least one of our favourite songs. The boy who has made every song he has sang sound like song of angels. The boy whos angelic and soft voice has made a lasting memory in our heads and hearts. The voice of peace.
Then there is you Louis, boy who makes other people laugh and smile by just his existence. You Louis, who has inspired people write songs, poems and essays and draw and paint photos of you. The person who is role model to us.
Then there is you Louis.The boy who has been broken far too many times by mean people with their stupid need of putting kind people like you down. The boy the whole world would die to hug and just tell that everything is fine, we are here and there is nothing more important than your wellbeing.
Then there is you Louis, person who everyone must know. Our hero. It is such a shame that you don’t see yourself like we see you. I would change parts with you even for a short time so you would see how much you mean to us.
Then there is you Louis. Sweet, sweet Louis. Real life angel. Lifesaver. Our sweet creature. Most beautiful person ever been alive. The boy who wears adidas from head to toe. The blu eyed boy with lot of love inside. And thats, how we see you. Our Louis.
The day they moved in was the best day. It felt like the start of something new. Something good. After everything that had gone so wrong with my life, they walked through that door and they brought possibility. When you look back at your life with a person, sometimes you wonder ‘would we be friends if we met now…or did the path that we went on together lead us to this place?’ Did every triumph or mistake along the way make us fall in love? I think that everything happens for a reason. Love. Life. Even death. I hold on to this place for a reason. And that reason is now.
BEING HUMAN (US) [January 17, 2011 – April 7, 2014]
I still have the flowers you bought me last Valentine’s Day. They died a while ago along with the love you used to have for me.
I sometimes sleep in your sweatshirt because it reminds me that what we had was real. It doesn’t smell like you anymore but it comforts me to know that even though you don’t love me anymore, you did. You used to.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sound of your voice. It’s been months since I’ve seen you last, but I can still hear you moaning my name if I try hard enough.
I visited your town last week. Every single spot had a memory. It was a weird feeling to go back to a place that doesn’t feel as welcoming as it once did. I noticed someone covered up our initials we engraved in that bench by the boardwalk and a piece of me fell apart. I wonder if it was you.
I don’t cry in my sleep anymore. My mom says I’m doing really well but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and it hurts all over my body, just like the way it did the night you told me you didn’t want to love me anymore.
I don’t think I’m as sad as I was six months ago but I still miss the feeling of your hands in my hair. I recognize you as a comfortable sadness. Like realizing a part of you is missing, but understanding that it’s never coming back.
So the speculation about Harry dabbling in drugs fueled by “Carolina” lyrics is built around a fandom invented narrative of how raw and honest Harry is about his gentle tip-toeing to the edge. But anything real or imagined about Zayn and drugs is built around a fandom invented narrative about what a destructive scumbag he is. Ok.
I know how some of y'all are and I know why. This is just an unfriendly reminder that I see you and you disgust me.