He hadn’t thought of the yellow. The idea of it makes Louis grin thinking of daffodils and sunflowers and, “Yeah, that’ll be brilliant, Zed. Thanks.”
He hadn’t thought of the yellow. The idea of it makes Louis grin thinking of daffodils and sunflowers and, “Yeah, that’ll be brilliant, Zed. Thanks.”
"Yes, well. We used to be 19."
"Yes, well. We used to be 19."
Louis frowns, giggling as Harry burrows into his side. “Don’t ever say Grade A beef.”
“You did though,” Harry murmurs against his neck. “Looked so good, Lou.”
Louis frowns, giggling as Harry burrows into his side. “Don’t ever say Grade A beef.”
“You did though,” Harry murmurs against his neck. “Looked so good, Lou.”
- the newest season of Taskmaster 😂
- revisiting old albums I’ve loved — most recently Red, Yellow, and Blue by Born Ruffians ♥️💛💙
- writing Babes June
- these goofballs
- the newest season of Taskmaster 😂
- revisiting old albums I’ve loved — most recently Red, Yellow, and Blue by Born Ruffians ♥️💛💙
- writing Babes June
- these goofballs
“S’pose I don’t much think of olives as a fruit, do I?” Louis whispers. [...]
“No?" Harry asks. "What do you think of them as?”
“I don’t know.” Louis frowns. “A seed? A nut? I don’t know.”
“S’pose I don’t much think of olives as a fruit, do I?” Louis whispers. [...]
“No?" Harry asks. "What do you think of them as?”
“I don’t know.” Louis frowns. “A seed? A nut? I don’t know.”
— Mates, Chapter 19
— Mates, Chapter 19