I think maybe…. sleep-warm duvet bundle boy stumbling out of bed in the middle of the night, toddling into the kitchen for a tiny cuppa bc there is no sleep… only huffy breaths and droopy eyelids and soft snuffling. scratching his belly a little and burrowing further into his duvet burrito while waiting for the water to boil.
harry coming home late, all sleep-clumsy too large feet and hands itching to curl around soft waists and cuddly boys waiting in bed. only there is no one in bed because there is someone in the kitchen. louis in the kitchen. screeching very loudly and maybe throwing a teabag or two at the intruder. his boyfriend. whatever. and then some more screeching. indignant yipping and frowny little faces and then stumbling into each other. maybe. louis thighs around harry’s waist and harry’s hands around his bum. duvet falling to the floor. good things. wet hot snogging interrupted by sleepy wide-mouthed yawns interrupted by huffs of laughter and giggles murmured into warm caramel skin.
carrying louis to bed. having him promptly roll onto his belly and yip at harry to stroke his back. tiny ticklish touches that leave him squirming. sweet and pink-cheeked and soft. harry yawning. and then louis yawning too, because. well. yawning is contagious. then warm palms sneaking around warm waists, dragging louis back to be cradled against harry’s chest. falling asleep to open-mouthed neck kisses and harry’s ever-growing hair tickling him in odd places. harry slurring out some sleepy gibberish about south-african wine and turtles breathing through their butts. you know. nice things.
what if 1d made a video diary again
zayn and louis did a few months ago
Barbara Palvin - amfAR’s 21st Cinema Against AIDS Gala, Cap d’Antibes France. (22/05/2014)
78/? + Take me into your loving arms, kiss me under the light of a thousand stars