Jun 13, 2014
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He knows that voice.
It's the voice that told him "I love you" so many times, the one that could leave him blushing and glowing and enchanted with just a few simple words. It's Louis fucking Tomlinson, standing there in a white dress shirt with a black stripe on the collar and a disheveled bowtie and a pair of Vans, hair done into a perfect sexy swoop, eyes brighter than any star Harry's ever seen, with a smirk on his pretty face.