A dangerous plan, just this time A stranger’s hand clutched in mine I’ll take this chance, so call me blind I’ve been waiting all my life Please don’t scar this young heart Just take my hand
I was made for loving you(lexi)
Even though we may be hopeless hearts just passing through Every bone screaming (I don’t know what we should do) All I know is, darling, I was made for loving you
Hold me close through the night Don’t let me go, we’ll be alright Touch my soul and hold it tight I’ve been waiting all my life I won’t scar your young heart Just take my hand’(aaron)
Cause I was made for loving you Even though we may be hopeless hearts just passing through Every bone screaming I don’t know what we should do All I know is, darling, I was made for loving you
Please don’t go, I’ve been waiting so long Oh, you don’t even know me at all But I was made for loving youI was made for loving you Even though we may be hopeless hearts just passing through Every bone screaming I don’t know what we should do All I know is, darling, I was made for loving you
“It was weird, for he was not the most muscular, nor had he the longest legs, but as the starting shot rang out, he took steps that were almost hypnotizing; so fast he could not follow them. This boy made sport look like choreography, a dance, and Pat was left baffled.
The word popped up in his mind, almost as quick as the sound of the starting gun, and Pat grew confused. Was that a name? He couldn’t remember if he had ever heard that name before.”
Bomba Estéreo’s feel-good song “Soy Yo” now has a cool music video to go along with the empowering lyrics. The Colombian band dropped the clip Wednesday (Sept. 7) starring a very confident little girl who is proud of who she is and what makes her unique, despite what other kids or people in her neighborhood might think.
“The video concept was perfect for a song that touches on bullying and intolerance, issues that worry all of us. The way the story in the clip handles those issues is very different and it gives our song a whole new meaning,” lead singer Li Saumet told Billboard exclusively.
I was talking privately to a couple of friends and I came to the conclusion that Perfect might not be a Larry song, but a mockery of haylor / all their stunts in general. I don’t think that they would agree to have a “love” song or at least “their” song on an album that is still under Simon/Syco/Modest etc… Their over the top promotion of the single resembles what Taylor does with hers ( create a lot of rumours and speculations behind little important details - do you remember the airplane necklace in the video?) and even thought I’m sure there will come a time for an actual song written by h&l about their story, I guess Perfect is not it.
“Another version of myself I think I found, at last
And I can’t always hide away
Curse indulgence and despise the fame
There’s a world out there and it’s calling my name
And it’s calling yours, girl it’s calling yours too”
Grab your cigarettes and follow me out of the living room, and I’ll get drunk enough to tell you how I feel about the men you love and how they all seem to get the best of you. ‘Cause if I don’t say these things, you know someone will.
It’s not about Larry. It’s not about Haylor. It’s not even about any of the boys themselves- well, not exactly.
It’s about Harry and his media image. That’s why it’s ironic. It’s the Blank Space, so to speak, of MITAM (because Blank Space is about how Taylor Swift as viewed by everyone- shallow, “got a long list of ex lovers”, sort of unhinged.)
“I might never be the one you take home to mother” “If you like cameras flashing every time we go out” “If you’re looking for someone to write your breakup songs about” this is ALL stuff about how we’ve seen Harry portrayed in the press before- the womanizer who doesn’t keep a girlfriend for more than a few months, love life all over the tabloids, the lothario you definitely wouldn’t take home. That kind of thing.
Harry and Louis wrote an ironic love song about Media!Harry.
I might never be your knight in shining armor / I might never be the one you take home to mother / And I might never be the one who brings you flowers / But I can be the one, be the one tonight.
Your eyes stayed glued to Louis’s as his hips gently moved in time with yours. His chest heaving with each perfect thrust. You moaned softly, your eyes trying to squeeze shut in bliss but you willed them to gaze at those beautiful blue hues Louis had in his eyes. His hairline was sweating and his hair was flicking every which way due to your fingers roaming through his feathery strands.
“Lou,” you gasped.
“I have you, darling,” he whispered kindly. His own break catching in his throat. Your fingers dug into his biceps as you clung to him and met his thrusts with your own trying to get your highs on the same pace.
Eventually, (and it was a blissful, wonderful, perfect “eventually”) Louis was laying beside you, his arm loosely draped across your chest. His body was a bit clammy with sweat and he was breathless, but it all felt so good to be wrapped up in the tanned boy’s arms. He kissed the side of your head and smiled sleepily as he looked you over.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured softly.
You grinned softly and blushed a bit before curling up to Louis’ naked body. You desperately needed to clean up but you liked how warm he was—even if he was a bit sweaty. “No…” you muttered.
“Yeah,” he nodded simply and pressed a long kiss on your forehead as you curled closer to him. “You are absolutely perfect,” he hummed and nestled his face against your neck.
You were so very happy here with Louis. Everything felt so good and real in this bed with him. However, regret (not of what you did) of tomorrow—where you would have to hide and Louis wouldn’t be able to openly admit your existence—sank deep into your bones.
Louis could sense that you were feeling down about something—and he had done this enough with you at a million different hotels…he knew what you were feeling. “S’okay, babe,” he whispered. “Just a little while longer.”
“My mom wants to meet you,” you muttered.
His heart constricted and he kissed your jaw before he looked into your beautiful eyes for a while not speaking a word. He knew you told her he couldn’t—not while everything was so fast-paced and…it wasn’t the right time.
The two of you had gotten in many fights over it. You knew the score but you just wanted one of the times you fought with him for the outcome to change. So Louis stopped arguing, he stopped speaking when you asked that or stated that in this case. He didn’t need to answer. You knew the answer—he couldn’t do that. Management wouldn’t allow him and his life was too hectic to do that. But God, did he ever want to meet your family and bring you gifts each and every day. Flowers on Thursdays and chocolates on Sunday. He just wanted the part of his life where he didn’t have to hide his love for you.
Perfect, beautiful, sweet, lovely you.
He watched your eyes longingly enjoying how beautiful they looked as they nearly glowed in the moonlight. Quietly, he hummed in your ear and you sank against his body, cuddled to his chest. “M’sorry,” he whispered after you had fallen asleep. “So sorry beautiful.”
Louis didn’t feel it, because he simply constantly praised you for it—but he was very perfect. And yeah, he couldn’t make it known that he was in love with you…but there was not a single moment that you didn’t feel his love. He constantly messaged you—he had gifts delivered to you and he always made it so you were never found in his hotel when he arrived or when he left.
And he wasn’t always there for the big things—you going through grad school, your first successful job, moving you from apartment to apartment. But he was there when he could be and you’re pretty sure that’s all that mattered. Louis didn’t feel that way, because it wasn’t fair, at all, that he wasn’t there for you when you needed it most.
He wanted to be your knight in shining armor, but he couldn’t be. Not right now.
He kissed your forehead and then left a few more gentle kisses along your face and he pulled you close to his chest. “See you in a few weeks, beautiful love,” he whispered.
You clung to him for a bit trying to keep him as close as you could. You didn’t want to leave him. He was so warm, so good, he was light and you felt like you were stumbling through the dark without him.
“I know, baby,” he sighed softly as he felt your warm arms squeeze him as tightly as your fragile body would allow. “S’okay,” he cooed. But it didn’t feel okay. He doesn’t know what it is, but this entire weekend just seemed different and he didn’t like it.
You pulled away begrudgingly, entirely prepared to go back to the bed you shared with the beautiful boy the past few nights. But it would be too big, too cold, and just not as comfortable. “Okay,” you answered.
He watched your face just transform from the happy, beautiful angel he adored so much that he saw the moment he walked into you suite, to this broken, beautiful angel he still adored—but wished with all his heart that he could take the pain off of your face. “Baby?” He whispered.
“Don’t go,” you whimpered out and wrapped yourself tightly around his warm torso.
He sighed sadly and felt himself breaking down. His knees felt weak. He threaded his fingers into the back of your hair, gently moving his thumb up and down the back of your neck. He kissed the side of your head and the he pressed his cheek to your hair sighing heavily. His other hand gripped around your lower back, lightly rubbing your hip. “I know, baby. I know,” he grimaced. “I can’t tell you how badly I want to stay.”
So why don’t you? You think. But you’ve said it before and it ruins a very nice weekend you had with Louis so you just keep your mouth shut. Plus, he already knows you’re thinking it. He knows you’re upset and you want him to stay. And he would love to. Any other situation, he would.
But he was Louis Tomlinson. “Can I tell you something?” He asked.
You nodded and he cupped your delicate cheeks and smiled sweetly at you. Placing a kiss on the tip of your nose, he pressed his lips to your ear. “I love you so wholly and totally it pains me to leave you like this—but I love you. I do, sweet baby. And I promise, I will make progress, I swear. But I hope it helps a little that I love you.”
“Oh Lou,” you said, your eyes filling with tears. “Louis, you’re perfect. I love you so much,” you whispered back. He kissed your forehead and squeezed you tightly into his embrace again.
Louis wouldn’t meet your mother this weekend. He wouldn’t save you like he probably should have.
to people who thinks haylor is really truely dead???? i mean did you even listen to Perfect??? the whole song is basically ‘I might not be able to build a stable and strudy realtionship with you but I love you and that’s all what matters, we can make it, we can be perfect.’ and the song is obviously directed at Taylor, so.