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lattebiscotti replied to your post: Ever since filming Dunkirk he had said he hurt his...
I remember him coming on stage with the staff on and taking it off after two song and everyone shaking their heads
he was literally like “i have this random extra bone in my foot and i broke it” and wore a boot for like......3 seconds. and then????? GONE. for what? the aesthetics? what happened to that bone?!
lattebiscotti replied to your post: Per l'ask: 22, 23, 24 & 26
scusa e BUONASSEEEEEERA dove lo metti??
Ma perché, quella delle dufour?
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Io e @violeblanche stiamo appunto dicendo che ormai nemmeno ci fanno entrare in chiesa
meglio così perché altrimenti poi non basta tutta l'acqua santa a spegnere le fiamme dell'autocombustione
lattebiscotti replied to your post: Favorite to least first solo live performance?
Nobody believes Niall is your least favorite.
But guess what? He is.
Please ignore this, lol, just trying to knock some cobwebs loose.
“I told my mum about you.”
Harry’s hands instantly stilled their idle drawing of unknown shapes onto Louis’ golden skin.
“What?”
“I told my mum about you. About us, I guess. I mean she already knew about you, of course, but I told her that we are- that we have… tha-that we…”
Louis trailed off, his words hanging in the air like the laundry Harry’s Gran used to hang out on the clothesline. Harry, on the other hand, was speechless. Cuddled up in Louis’ arms, the two of them lying together talking about anything and everything, but this was different. This was an important conversation.
Louis had told his mum. Of course Harry had told his mum too, told her he loved Louis more than he could possibly imagine and he was terribly frightened about what it all meant, but that had been before they had even kissed. His mum had been her usual self, had listened and sympathized and has said all the right things. She told him to be careful, of course. And he had sworn her to secrecy, which to his knowledge she had fulfilled. But if Louis was telling his mum-
“Oh for god’s sake, say something H, please.” Harry heard the tiny tremble in Louis’ voice and he scrambled to turn his head up to kiss him and try to think of the right words. Louis’ kisses were always so perfect that Harry normally couldn't focus on anything else, but this was an exception.
“And? How did she take it?” Harry said slowly, hoping the nerves he was feeling at this very moment wouldn't betray him. This was a Big Deal. Louis’ mum was his best friend, and Harry loved her almost as much as he loved his own.
“She was happy.” Louis whispered, and Harry let out a sigh of relief. “She said she knew you were something special all right, and she said I had better take good care of you. She said that's what you do, when you find someone who can be your safe place. Your home. You take care of them.”
Harry paused, mesmerized by what Louis was saying. He loved this beautiful golden boy wrapped around him so much, he wanted to tell the whole world, so the whole world could know they were each other’s homes.
“I told my mum about you ages ago” he blurted out, and Louis giggled. “I'm serious Lou, I told her months ago.”
“Months?” Louis cried. “We hadn’t even kissed months ago!”
“I know,” Harry said plainly. “But I just knew there was something different about you, and I told my mum the same thing. Told her I met the man I was going to m-”
Harry stopped, his eyes popping open and his heart hammering loudly in his chest. Shit. He had gone too far, he always did this, and Louis was going to be terrified of him now! He started to panic and try and think of something smooth to say, but dread was crashing over him instead.
“You… Y-you want to marry me, Harry? Me?”
Harry swallowed thickly and sent a quick prayer to the heavens.
“Only every single day.”
A beat of total silence, the dread now building up in Harry and rushing through his veins with every heartbeat before he heard three whispered little words that would change everything for him.
“Yeah. Me too.”
lattebiscotti replied to your post “IMAGINE OLI AND ASHLEY FUCKING OG MY GOD I'M SO SORRY it would look...”
What is wrong with your anons
I ask myself this, daily.
I know you are not active on tumblr @lattebiscotti but nobody escapes from the birthday post™ here so THE HAPPIEST OF THE BIRTHDAYS to you to remind you what a beautiful person you are ✨ thank you for always supporting my bad decisions and laugh at my hilarious jokes no matter how bad they actually are. Can’t wait for more bad decisions and shitty puns to fulfill our life together 💞
Here’s a picture of us heading towards alcohol together in Dublin which I think cannot represent us more. With all my love 💓
🎉 Happy Birthday Martina 🎉 !!! 💚
I would write you some lyrics of one of the bands you listen to but I don’t know any of them as usual !! 🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂
🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸
