Louis loves all of God’s creatures (kind of), but these butterflies need to be murdered.

"Louis, Christ, I didn’t know you were into football players."

You’re proper in love with him, aren’t you?

Harry is one of the most important people in his life right now. He should have an emoji.

"You’re such a tit. You think everyone likes you."

I would rather fight with you, than love anybody else.

"Really? Is that how you greet your best friend?"

Louis is as dead as a zombie. Whatever that means.

"Does it mean you have a disorder if your fingernails don’t grow?" "What the fuck, Niall."

"When you're done talking shit, come out with the pizzas."

I get ten minutes to do what I want you your neck.

It feels too good. All too good. It’s all so natural, every movement coming so easily.

He and Harry are not friends.

I was saying excuse me if I’d like to see the face of the person who’s the first to fuck me.

"I know. I’ve witnessed stuff."

Even though we’re opposites, we’re not that different, Styles.

They lose their normal personas, letting go, competent of what they really are to each other.

Angry. Hedgehog.

"Why am I always Watson?" "Louis, it’s literally the other way around. I’m Sherlock, you twat."

He thinks his butterflies have gone into cardiac arrest.

He’s had sex with a boy.

Harry’s phone rings. Louis watches.

He also likes the way Harry’s hand feels against his skin. It shouldn’t be this soothing.

Niall, being an idiot: "Whatever. I know you dress to the left, man. Chill."

Louis thinks today might be okay.

Harry-sexual sounds pretty good to me.

Louis doesn’t even sneer at Harry in the hallways. This is serious.

"Mate, we watched Disney movies last weekend."

Harry’s stupid long legs, disproportionately broad shoulders, and how does one manage to have a six-pack while sporting love handles?

"Not until you admit you have a huge, flaming crush on me."

His head is all fucked up, filled with nothing but Harry.

They slam into the lockers.

they lose their normal personas, letting go competent of what they really are to each other.

It’s like a pathetic, miserable fucking movie.

"I love you." Pokes Niall’s cheek.

Nothing has made him feel as much as Harry, no matter what kind of feelings

Nothing has made him feel as much as Harry, no matter what kind of feelings

They lose their normal personas, letting go, competent of what they really are to each other.

"Fine I'll just close my eyes and picture you naked instead." "You need therapy."

"Niall! I’ll be out in a second."

Fuck, he loves Harry’s bum.

"If you’d practice something you don’t already know how to do, maybe we’ll win a game or two."

Harry is one of the most important people in his life right now. He should have an emoji.

Louis, very pleased.

Harry grabs Louis' shoulder, growling in his face.

Harry’s so much, too much. He’s so… It just hurts.

"However do you mean?"

Louis would be a risk. He’s got ups and downs, too fiery and sparking. Untrustworthy.

Angry. Hedgehog.

It’s weird. Really weird. He and Harry have gotten off against each other.