#louis.verse

[trashymuses]

( @toomxnymuses )

Fuck the press, fuck Briana, and fuck this fucking hiatus. Yes, they all needed a break - especially Louis, and truth be told, this had mostly been for him anyway. The lads could tell he was on the brink of insanity and some time to themselves was surely the right medicine. Right? So why was he still so damn miserable? He loved his son, but he hardly got to see him. Danielle? Yeah, she was nice. But everything was so just...blah. Louis looked around through the crack of his rolled down SUV window, deciding it was safe to step out (barefoot of course) to trod off to a little bakery that he had been eyeing now for weeks. He was hoping to satisfy his sweet tooth as well as eat his feelings, but the face he made eye contact with behind the counter had him stumbling out of his thoughts a bit. “Ehm, hello!” He chimed out with a wide grin, rubbing his hands together as he approached the counter. “I’ve never been here before. What’s good, love?”

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{ @dragmedownlou }

“Mum...s’fine - no, mum! Bloody he-” Louis cursed when he accidentally elbowed his phone off the center console and into the floorboard of the passenger’s side seat. At least it was on speakerphone. He could yell. “Sorry mum, m’fine, jus’ knocked me phone in the floor. Listen, I don’t need anythin’. We don’t need anythin’. Harry’s goin’ ta be a good flatmate an’ knowin’ him, he’s already prepared to compensate for everythin’ I’ve forgotten.” That was true. If anyone knew him better than he knew himself, it was Harry. They had been friends practically all their lives and now well, now Harry knew even more about Louis than his own family, because Louis Tomlinson was still closeted despite his outwardly confident persona. It wasn’t ideal, especially since Harry was the love of his life and really always had been. He was also a saint for putting up with the older’s incessant need to keep things on the down low for now. Until he was ready. Someday...

“Love? Y’round?” Louis called through the front door, blue eyes searching the once cluttered apartment that was now mostly unpacked and smelling of Harry’s abundance of scented and soothing candles. He shifted his duffle bag higher on his shoulder before closing the door behind him, the overwhelming sense of home taking over and easing his nerves. It was a big step for Louis to let himself go through with this level of commitment, but he loved Harry and if he couldn’t give him the courtesy of a completely public relationship just yet, well he at least owed him this much.