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Liam and Louis bickering about where they should sit (24/5)



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zeeknd: the grand tif scene-by-scene picspam - the first time harry and louis get together “Hey, I folded these but I don’t know where—” Harry starts, but Louis has already grabbed the costumes from him. “Okay. I guess you know where they go,” Harry says, a note of worry in his voice. It’s probably in his face, too, but Louis will be damned if he looks at him.He walks stage right with the costumes, pulse roaring in his ears. He wants Harry gone, needs him out of his space before he loses it. “I don’t want you to help,” he says bitingly, and God, he knows already it was a bad idea. There’s a moment of silence, and Louis turns to look at Harry, to see what he’s done.“Louis,” Harry says carefully, holding up both hands, “what’s going on?”“I’m fucking exhausted, that’s what!” Louis snaps. “I’m tired, and I’ve got a play to put on in two days, and there are forty-five papers on my desk that still need to be marked, and I’ve got to give final exams tomorrow, and there’s no fucking time for anything, and my lead missed two weeks of rehearsals because he had pneumonia and he’s still missing cues, and I had to change all the blocking for half of the scenes to hide Rupert Baker’s bloody broken leg, and my rent’s overdue, and I haven’t had time to do laundry in two weeks, and then there’s you walking around with your face and your shoulders and your football shorts and your being a good fucking person, and it’s distracting, and I haven’t got the fucking, fucking time.”The words register to his own ears before he’s even aware of them leaving his mouth, and Louis freezes, mouth hanging open, arms still wrapped around the bundle of costumes.Fuck.Harry’s staring at him from across the stage. Louis can see what he’s said settle in behind his eyes and, shit, shit, bleeding buggering shit and a thousand screaming nuns.“I… distract you?” Harry says slowly.“I—what I mean to say—”“I distract you,” Harry says again, and this time it spreads his mouth out into a smile.

zeeknd:

the grand tif scene-by-scene picspam - the first time harry and louis get together

“Hey, I folded these but I don’t know where—” Harry starts, but Louis has already grabbed the costumes from him. “Okay. I guess you know where they go,” Harry says, a note of worry in his voice. It’s probably in his face, too, but Louis will be damned if he looks at him.

He walks stage right with the costumes, pulse roaring in his ears. He wants Harry gone, needs him out of his space before he loses it. “I don’t want you to help,” he says bitingly, and God, he knows already it was a bad idea. There’s a moment of silence, and Louis turns to look at Harry, to see what he’s done.

“Louis,” Harry says carefully, holding up both hands, “what’s going on?”

“I’m fucking exhausted, that’s what!” Louis snaps. “I’m tired, and I’ve got a play to put on in two days, and there are forty-five papers on my desk that still need to be marked, and I’ve got to give final exams tomorrow, and there’s no fucking time for anything, and my lead missed two weeks of rehearsals because he had pneumonia and he’s still missing cues, and I had to change all the blocking for half of the scenes to hide Rupert Baker’s bloody broken leg, and my rent’s overdue, and I haven’t had time to do laundry in two weeks, and then there’s you walking around with your face and your shoulders and your football shorts and your being a good fucking person, and it’s distracting, and I haven’t got the fucking, fucking time.”

The words register to his own ears before he’s even aware of them leaving his mouth, and Louis freezes, mouth hanging open, arms still wrapped around the bundle of costumes.

Fuck.

Harry’s staring at him from across the stage. Louis can see what he’s said settle in behind his eyes and, shit, shit, bleeding buggering shit and a thousand screaming nuns.

“I… distract you?” Harry says slowly.

“I—what I mean to say—”

“I distract you,” Harry says again, and this time it spreads his mouth out into a smile.



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a boy giving u his number…………u hand him ur phone…..background and lock screen are harry styles


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