Velvetoscar > Quotes

“The moon knows,” is what he says, breath colored in liquor and a smile.

Louis stares at him.

“What are you talking about?”

Another manic grin from Harry, and then he pulls him in again, his hand travelling to the side of Louis’ face, cradling his cheek.

“The moon knows that we’re in love.”
― Velvetoscar

“And, nope, Louis never ever thought he’d be the type to drunkenly screech his love to the sleeping world but here he is and here they are and when Harry’s face bursts into life and color like a newborn star, Louis knows that he never wants to stop being this person.

“I LOVE YOU!” he screams again, just to watch the jade of Harry’s eyes dance, and he’s breathless and elated and everything feels endless.

“What are you doing?” Harry giggles, glancing brightly between Louis and the sky as he tumbles over, grabbing for Louis’ hands, his shirt, his face.

“I’m filling up the sky with my love for you,” Louis says simply, catching his breath with a shrug. “So whenever you look up, it echoes back.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“Keep your secrets. You're too young and beautiful not to have secrets.”
― Velvetoscar

“He looks like a poem. One of those mournfully beautiful ones with short, unfamiliar words that sound ethereal when spoken and completely nonsensical when thought.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“I should like to be the sun. And you can be the moon.’
[...]
‘But then we’d never see each other.’
[...]
‘Not so, young one. The moon shines because of the sun, you know. Because the sun's always there. Just like me.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“Books are food for the brain. I can't think of anything healthier”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“Harry’s smile twitches at the corner. “I like that one,” he drawls in protest. “I chose him specifically.”

Louis looks up. “Him?”

“Aloysius.”

“Aloysius,” Louis repeats in a deadpan. “You named a shriveled strawberry Aloysius.”

Harry shines proudly, looking up to meet Louis’ gaze. “Yeah,” he nods with bright eyes and a half-smile.

“Right then. Just checking,” Louis says, and offers his palm.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“And up close, in person, those eyes are even more terrifying. Where there should be emotion, soul, and intimacy, there instead lies a wall, cold and dark, barricading the boy from the rest of the world. And Louis can’t look away.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“Good. Keep your secrets. You're too young and beautiful not to have secrets.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“He’s leaving, and he picks up his shoulder bag on the way out and he’s staring at the ceiling, then the sky, and he closes the door silently behind him, and he stares upward because the minute he looks down, the tears will fall.

And he won’t cry over Harry Styles.

So Louis doesn’t look down.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“He watches Harry making intricate patterns, using the last of the glitter. “Are you making it so we can never be found?” Louis laughs, and the bucket dangles from his slack fingers.

Harry’s smile falters immediately as he sprinkles the last of his handful.

“Something like that.” He brushes his hands off on his trousers, and just like that, he’s back to his stoic poetry. “You can be found, if you like. But I don’t want to be.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“And so this has become Louis' life.
Feeling just as much pain as he does pleasure. Excelling academically and maintaining an excellent group of friends and being in love with the one person in the world who is incapable of falling in love.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“The Universe is made of hands;
Hands that twist fabric and sizzle in the air.

Hands that grasp curls and flick words away

Small, smooth fingers pouring gold over gaping wounds

Before slicing into soft tissue,

Blood mixing with gold.

Hands that make it beautiful.

The Universe is made of bones;

Bones that cut against yards of skin,

Warm and yielding and moulded around the wings that splay across his back.

Bones that cage the heart and dig into the hollows.

Bones that break,

Tear the warm, yielding skin.

Bones that shred and brush his chin.

The Universe is made of lips;

Lips that breathe and stutter warm sighs,

Caressing the cracks in his broken body, the body that he broke.

Lips that carve paths into stone,

That leave trails upon gooseflesh,

Lips that make incisions,

Too delicate to mend.

The Universe is made of blood;

Blood that runs warm and hot and steady and crimson,

Pumping beneath the stone and the gold.

Blood that burns with every jerk of limbs.

Blood that spills on open palms,

Staining the fabric,

Filling up his throat.

The Universe is made of eyes;

Eyes that breach and eyes that splice and eyes that never leave.

Eyes that ripple oceans.

Eyes that whisper in the dark.

Eyes that rip open the seams.

Eyes that create wounds, create chaos, create broken shards of blue.

Eyes that alight and

won’t

let

go.

The Universe was built.

The Universe fell.

You took it apart,

Dragged the chaos from my soul with your hands,

Your bones,

Your lips,

Your blood,

Your eyes.

And now you’re back.

And so is the Universe.

And so, I suppose, am I.

The Universe is made of five things.

The Universe is made of you.”
― Velvetoscar, Core 'ngrato

“I can’t grow attached to shadows. They’re gone as quickly as they come”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“I will always give you everything," Louis says, lightheaded, soaring, full.
Is he high? Is this normal? Does emotion do this to people? He must be high.
He's so fucking happy.
"I'll always give you everything," Harry mimics, sincerely, and they just stare, lost in each other, before Harry breaks out in a wide grin, glancing down at Louis' lips shyly. "If you want," he adds quietly.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“Louis can't catch his breath.
Neither can Harry.
Why isn't there more air?
Harry must have taken it with him.
"Not with you," Harry says one last time before he practically flings himself out the door, slamming it behind him, and leaving Louis alone, framed in the window, suffocating.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“It's like watching a bird that's been caged its whole existence and is suddenly released, overwhelmed with freedom and life, filling its lungs with what it never dared breathe and filling its eyes with what it never dared see.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“You are impossibly cruel, Louis,’ Harry whispers, turning his body to face him so that they are nose-to-nose, heart-to-heart. Louis’ entire body is thrumming with too many emotions and too many desires and too many fears. 'You are cruel for making everything else seem dull. You are cruel for imprisoning me in your very touch—'—carefully, he brings the pads of his fingers to Louis’ cheekbones, swirls delicate patterns onto his flesh—'—for freeing me with your every word—'—his fingers slide to graze over Louis’ lips—'—and for bestowing upon me the most painful sense of longing that I’ve ever had the pleasure to suffer at the hands of. You have shown me color in a world of gray and you are cruel, Louis Tomlinson, for you take the color with you every moment that you’re not beside me. You are cruel because I will gladly suffer until the world has returned.”
― Velvetoscar

“The moon knows," is what he says, breath colored in liquor and a smile.
[…]
"The moon knows that we're in love."
[…]
"I'm filling the sky with my love for you," […] "So whenever you look up, it echoes back."
"No matter where I am?" […]
"No matter where you are," Louis affirms. "There's only one sky."
"We all share the same sky," […] "But I should Always like to hear you say it," […] "Not an echo. I want you beside me under every sky. Always.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“Just because someone like you exists… You made me fall in love with the world again."
[…]
"You gave me a world I didn't know was there,"
[…]
"I'll always give you everything,”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“Harry’s asleep within a few short minutes, body now warm and pliable, and as Louis holds him, he doesn’t dare fall asleep because he doesn’t trust himself to dream.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“Harry swallows, still staring, still caught. Almost dazed.

"That doesn't make sense, either."

Louis dares to smile wider. "Good. I should hate to make sense."

"To be great is to be misunderstood." Harry quotes mindlessly, unblinkingly, lost.

Louis' ribs are cracking. He grins.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“but he can’t seem to look away as he stands among chrysanthemums and daisies on a cobblestone path, the tragic musk of roses settled in the air, staring up at dimly lit windows, searching for a boy who barely exists.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“Harry’s somewhere beyond the realm of existence, in the dark corners that get forgotten or shunned, and he’s far away from everybody, so far away, but Louis imagines himself reaching out, imagines stretching his hand into the bleak darkness, and imagines his fingers brushing against the bits of Harry that are still there. And that’s all he needs.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“Harry glances up. "You never lie?"

Louis grins. "I'm too young and entitled to lie.”
― Velvetoscar

“Louis hates everybody. So he texts Niall.

‘I hate this school and everybody in it. Death to rich people.’

A second later, his screen lights up.

‘Can’t die. Am immortal. Want to bunk off and get high under a tree?’

And Louis really wants to say no.

'Which tree?'

But he says that instead.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“The moon knows that we're in love”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“He wants to take it back instantly. But he doesn’t. He just sits there, staring at this tornado of a boy with deep shadows and dark curls and holds his fucking hand like a child, unable to pry himself away”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“And, pray tell Curly, just how is my ass supposed to fit on this seat?"

"The same way it manages to fit into this room-suspend your disbelief, Louis Tomlinson.”
― Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

“It’s just how it is. Not everybody was born to be inherently ‘good’. The world is going to be filled with different characters, different flavours, different levels of respectability and whatnot, and Louis just so happens to be on the lower ranks. He’s not good, he’s not brave, and he’s not out to save anyone except himself. Even fairytales have their villains — it’s a part of life. And it’s always been that way. Louis’ always been a bit harsher around the edges. He certainly isn’t going to be winning any “Humanitarian of the Year” awards, that’s for sure. And he doesn’t mind it so much, being thoroughly unaffected by anything and everything and totally removed from his peers and their very trivial lives. Because he’s not like the rest of them. That’s the thing. They’re all the fucking same. With their money and their uppity attitudes and twattiness and their preconceived notions and recycled sentences that disappear as quickly as they come. The same.”
― Velvetoscar