these tornadoes are for you by withmyteethsharper
after the first bottle and half of the second, harry picks up louis’ guitar and plays it in that careful way he always does because he’s still not confident with instruments. it’s a song he wrote a year ago about someone he was fucking or wanted to fuck, louis never asked. it’s not explicit, but it doesn’t have to be with harry’s voice and the way his mouth moves around the lyrics. louis is not drunk enough to listen to this song in the quiet of their apartment at midnight, so he picks up the cigarettes and shakes the pack in harry’s direction.
“you hate this song,” is harry’s response. “why?”
(this is an alternate universe where the boys are in a punk band instead of a boy band and there is pining and lots of self-indulgent music talk.)







