Sea! I know you must have answered it many times. Why do you believe in larry? It's not an incriminating question but a curious one. Everyone has a reason, i would like to know yours.
I have answered the question before, but I’m happy to answer it again.
First, I believe in facts. I don’t believe in ghosts. I believe in science, in math, in physics. I think the preponderance of facts point toward Harry and Louis having had a romantic relationship, at least in the past. To believe that they didn’t means trying to explain away everything with tortuous logic that eventually becomes contradictory and silly. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’ve looked at everything from a thousand lenses. What if they were just good friends? What if Larries ended their friendship? What if they’re heterosexual, and their girlfriends were real? What if Harry has had many secret girlfriends? What if it’s a fandom conspiracy?
Then the tweets / IG make no sense, the tattoos are just random scribbles, the songs are just pretty fiction, they’re actually lizard men in teen bodies. It just doesn’t make sense– for these two people, who feel so deeply, care so much that they cry on camera over memories and song lyrics, whose faces become transparent on camera with joy and petulance and jealousy and adoration and love, who give themselves away with innuendos and suggestive comments, whose gestures toward each other are acknowledged by their band mates, their families, and their close friends (like James). Their songs inspire other artists (Meghan Trainor) to marvel at the depth of love they must have experienced. Who were they supposed to have experienced this with? Beards whose breasts they don’t even want to touch? Whose songs they mock? The “leaked” photos somehow never show a secret romance with any convincing intimacy– just the same boring five friends each of them have. All of it would make zero sense.
Second, I believe in justice. I don’t want bad people to win. I don’t want people who have profited enormously from five talented boys, two of whom (I believe) fell in love and potentially threw a monkey wrench into their money machine, to get away with continual emotional and psychological abuse, and not to be exposed. I want their asses on a platter and I will do what I can to make this happen. I want their legacy to be recognized as sordid and contemptible, as abusive and hypocritical. I want the next not-straight boy or girl pop star to be free of this bullshit, to end the cycle. I want someone in power (Harry and Louis) who can maybe make things better.
Third, I love them as individuals. They’re the nicest, kindest, most generous and caring celebrities I know. They show their true colors when times are hardest, by working hard, toughing it out, helping other people, being kind. They acknowledge their weaknesses, they’re funny and dorky, and they’re real. No matter how many times they’re baited, they never let their fans down. They’re great role models, and they make great music. They’re inspirations for people to have hope, to try something they thought was impossible, to feel happy, to make friends. That’s the corniest and most personal part to me– that I’ve found friends in the good people of this fandom that I wouldn’t have otherwise.
Yes, I can be convinced that Larry is not real– when all the shadiness goes away, when they’re not asked at point blank by the one person who has been the mouthpiece for their torturer. This is a fact, too, substantiated many times over. “Confessionals” wrung out by authorities in power– it’s as old as human history lmao.
Anyway, buy and stream Back To You, see Dunkirk. May Dan Wooton’s eyes ever grow back in his corpse to be pecked out by vultures, and may Simon be the vultures.
sixpenceee During driver’s ed, my friend (and his instructor), drove up to this area in our town called the Witches’ Circle, known for like paranormal stuff and he took some pictures and managed to capture this