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niamliveslarryloves:

harrylikesmycats:

larrypleasex:

larrytattoos:

bromanceshmomance:


haveyourselfalarrychristmas:


dimples-a-n-d-curls:


omg is that louis and harry talking to each other at the backstage of boot camp 


dont talk to me


Yep and in the video you can see Harry has his hands on Louis shoulders.


“Oi, you’re the kid from the toilet, right?”
Harry turned slowly, he thought he recognized the voice. Surely it wouldn’t be the feathered hair boy from the bathroom that he accidentally pissed on. God, how embarrassing. He turned a bit further and almost knocked over the boy, misjudging how close he would be.
“Gah, sorry! I’m a-always doing this, I’m really sorry!” Harry stuttered as his green eyes met bright blue ones. He didn’t mean to be cliche, but if he was given the chance, he really could get lost in this boys eyes. Mystery boy was so.. so, for lack of a better word, pretty. With his fringe swept to the right, sparkly blue eyes and thin, pink lips.
“It’s alright mate, at least none of your wee got on me this time, right? Anyway, you were uh, looking a bit lonely, and I’m a little nervous. I mean, we could both use a friend right now to chill with, and I guess there’s no point in me making friends, not like I’m going to get through anyway. I saw your audition. It was bloody brilliant to say the least and-” Louis was cut off by Harry, who was smirking, a dimple popping up on his cheek. His green eyes lighting up and a giggle bubbling on his lips.
“You’re rambling, and really, you have nothing to worry about,” Harry said placing his hands on Louis shoulders and giving them a light squeeze, “I saw your audition too. The judges loved you to bits! I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t.”
Louis was about to reply, trying to hide his smile, because the boy he had secretly named Curly was touching his shoulders, when an announcement came over the speaker. “All contestants to the waiting area immediately.”
“Well Curly-“
“What did you just call me?” Harry squeaked.
“Uh..” Louis was embarrassed. He hadn’t mean to let the secret nickname for the lad slip out! He felt a blush creep it’s way up his neck as he replied, “I.. Uh.. I called you Curly, because you know.. you have curly hair and all.. hope you don’t mind? Um, anyway, do you, um, d-do you think I could uh, maybe, y-you know get a h-hug? To calm my nerves or something b-because that’s what mum always used t-,” Louis sentence was cut off as he stumbled back in the curly haired boys grasp.
As Harry let him go and stepped back, “You were rambling again uh.. sorry what was your name?”
“Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson. Oh god now I sound like James Bond, oh no I’m so sorry Curly I’m rambling again and I just called you Curly agai-” Louis was shocked and almost lost the ability to breathe when Harry grabbed his hand and started moving off towards the exit. That was when Louis realized it was only them and 4 or 5 other people in the room. They had to get to the waiting area.
“C’mon then Louis! It’s time to get going!” Harry insisted as he tugged on Louis arm.
“Uh yeah. Um. Ok. Right. Yep. Ok.” Louis had almost forgot how to talk, as the dimply curly haired angel dragged him off to find out his fate.
“By the way, my name’s Harry,” the curly haired chap said with a sweep of his hair and another pull on Louis arm.

I FORGOT HOW TO BREATHE

YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS! RIGHT INTO THE FEELS!

FUCKING HELL IM CRYING

is that you satan? 

things-larry-cant:

niamliveslarryloves:

harrylikesmycats:

larrypleasex:

larrytattoos:

bromanceshmomance:

haveyourselfalarrychristmas:

dimples-a-n-d-curls:

omg is that louis and harry talking to each other at the backstage of boot camp 

dont talk to me

Yep and in the video you can see Harry has his hands on Louis shoulders.

“Oi, you’re the kid from the toilet, right?”

Harry turned slowly, he thought he recognized the voice. Surely it wouldn’t be the feathered hair boy from the bathroom that he accidentally pissed on. God, how embarrassing. He turned a bit further and almost knocked over the boy, misjudging how close he would be.

“Gah, sorry! I’m a-always doing this, I’m really sorry!” Harry stuttered as his green eyes met bright blue ones. He didn’t mean to be cliche, but if he was given the chance, he really could get lost in this boys eyes. Mystery boy was so.. so, for lack of a better word, pretty. With his fringe swept to the right, sparkly blue eyes and thin, pink lips.

“It’s alright mate, at least none of your wee got on me this time, right? Anyway, you were uh, looking a bit lonely, and I’m a little nervous. I mean, we could both use a friend right now to chill with, and I guess there’s no point in me making friends, not like I’m going to get through anyway. I saw your audition. It was bloody brilliant to say the least and-” Louis was cut off by Harry, who was smirking, a dimple popping up on his cheek. His green eyes lighting up and a giggle bubbling on his lips.

“You’re rambling, and really, you have nothing to worry about,” Harry said placing his hands on Louis shoulders and giving them a light squeeze, “I saw your audition too. The judges loved you to bits! I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t.”

Louis was about to reply, trying to hide his smile, because the boy he had secretly named Curly was touching his shoulders, when an announcement came over the speaker. “All contestants to the waiting area immediately.”

“Well Curly-“

“What did you just call me?” Harry squeaked.

“Uh..” Louis was embarrassed. He hadn’t mean to let the secret nickname for the lad slip out! He felt a blush creep it’s way up his neck as he replied, “I.. Uh.. I called you Curly, because you know.. you have curly hair and all.. hope you don’t mind? Um, anyway, do you, um, d-do you think I could uh, maybe, y-you know get a h-hug? To calm my nerves or something b-because that’s what mum always used t-,” Louis sentence was cut off as he stumbled back in the curly haired boys grasp.

As Harry let him go and stepped back, “You were rambling again uh.. sorry what was your name?”

“Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson. Oh god now I sound like James Bond, oh no I’m so sorry Curly I’m rambling again and I just called you Curly agai-” Louis was shocked and almost lost the ability to breathe when Harry grabbed his hand and started moving off towards the exit. That was when Louis realized it was only them and 4 or 5 other people in the room. They had to get to the waiting area.

“C’mon then Louis! It’s time to get going!” Harry insisted as he tugged on Louis arm.

“Uh yeah. Um. Ok. Right. Yep. Ok.” Louis had almost forgot how to talk, as the dimply curly haired angel dragged him off to find out his fate.

“By the way, my name’s Harry,” the curly haired chap said with a sweep of his hair and another pull on Louis arm.

I FORGOT HOW TO BREATHE

YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS! RIGHT INTO THE FEELS!

FUCKING HELL IM CRYING

is that you satan?