you know what harry you’re so fucking right i just wanna like sit and watch louis fidget and laugh at his own jokes and flip his fringe out his face (if there ever was a fringe please) i want to see the way he looks at harry i wanna see him cute in the morning curled up beside his boy i wanna see him sunbathing i wanna see him all bunched in gloves and hit and jacket in winter i wanna see the way he thinks he’s god damn hilarious he is, really and stuck in a world of his own staring into space lost in his own thoughts i wanna learn what makes him tick what makes him antsy what makes him smile which way and why and bye