Aaren

“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