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hslothamburg · 2 years
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We are on Twitter, Instagram and Tik Tok, as well as on WhatsApp where we have multiple group chats with over 600 fans who will be attending Harry's Hamburg concert on June 26, 2022.
We have been planning the rainbow project since January 2022 and put a lot of work into it and can't wait to find out how successful our efforts turn out to have been. It was a lot of fun but also a lot of restless and sleepness nights for some of us.
After the concert everyone will be able to share their concert footage on here and find everyone else's in one place, so that our group chats won't just drown in concert footage and everyone can see the same content that might otherwise be confined to just one group chat.

Lots of love from all of us,
Tabea (@curly-loves-boobear), Anna-Lena, Nina, Annika, Wiebke, Kim, Fiona, Helena, Katherina, Lisa, Pia, Deliah, Jasmin, Eva, Emily
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holyshit · 3 years
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🎵 Hiii! Hope you're doing fine. x
hiii 💕💖✨ hope you enjoy it and hope you’re doing good as well!
“untold” by ry x
“better in color” by lizzo
“crave you (adventure club remix)” by flight facilities
“sleep tonight” by stars
“wonderful” by annie lennox
🎶 send me a ♫ and I will put my music on shuffle and give you a 5 song playlist
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Fetus Harry Styles appreciation post
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larryloves · 6 years
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I have surprises for tomorrow!
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starfoxrry · 3 years
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louis’ such an angel he likes warm jumpers, keeping his hair soft and fluffy, hot tea with milk and no sugar (bc he’s sweet enough !), coco pops, floral arrangements to decorate any room he occupies, huge bean bags, sunbathing, fairy lights, spiderman and comic books, football and video games, smelling like vanilla and baby powder, wearing glitter eyeshadow, little doodles of smiley faces, scented candles, being silly with his big curly dog, matching his clothes to his hats or shoes, taking care of his baby siblings, playing with his brother’s toys on christmas day, hanging out with his grandparents, splurging for his family, being his mama’s best friend, dancing silly with his friends, giggling behind his hand, wearing turtlenecks, pouting when he’s not being cuddled, blushing when he’s being praised for his voice and work, wearing two hoodies at once bc he gets cold, putting his feet up on the dashboard when he’s not the one driving, going on walks where he plucks out dandelions, sweet candy and treats, chocolate milk and apple juice, trying his best at cooking for the people he loves, being gentle and caring towards his younger fans and his fans’ pets, leaving little easter eggs in his music/music videos/photoshoots/fashion for fans, playing treasure hunting games with his fans that includes international fans, playing with babies, being called loulou, little legend, sunshine, solecito, diamond, blu lou boi, achoo and boobear, loves playing harmless pranks on people to make them laugh, hes very respectful of his fans dietary needs and provided vegan candy and allergy free candy at his album party, he has a triangle tattoo on his ankle, a cheeky tattoo on his bum, his first ever band tattooed on his leg, a little tea cup tattoo, nickelback lyrics tattooed on his arm, a tattoo by a guy he helped accomplish his bucket list, he has the prettiest blue eyes and knows wearing certain colours brings them out even more, has eyelashes that fan his cheeks and the most beautiful cheekbones known to man, he cries when he gets to make other people happy, he cries when he gets emotional even on national tv, he cries when watching movies, he was a theatre kid and was so loved at school, he idolises amy winehouse and looks up to her genius song writing skills, he’s also camera shy and very sweet to the people he meets and collabs with, he gets shy when ppl tell him he’s beautiful, he checks up on his fans a bunch, he had a big grin on stage when fans threw rainbow flags and flowers to him, he tells his fans that their support is enough and spending their hard earned money on him is not necessary, he is so grateful every time the fans do something nice for him, he cares about the lgbtq+ ppl he meets and always makes sure that they have a safe space with him, he follows interior design accounts on instagram bc he wants his house to look pretty, he’s also an amazing encouraging caring mentor to his contestants on xfactor, he cares a lot about people who are less fortunate than him and gives back to the community as much as he can and he wants a huge family with lots of babies and when he has a bad day he used to tell his mama that he wants to make someone else happy today
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saltfatacidheat · 3 years
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i swear to god curly-loves-boobear keeps getting more absurd and more racist every time they say anything. oh my god?
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yoonjinzayn · 3 years
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tumblr user curly-loves-boobear has also been posting anti-capitalist sentiments and yet... they support the british monarchy. i would really love for larries’ brains to be studied in a lab
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chubbyhl · 3 years
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Louis quits smoking
“Louis, we’ve been over this, can you please smoke on the balcony? I know it’s cold outside but it’s really not good for the dogs, let alone for you.” Harry rounded the corner to find Louis sitting near an open window trying to push the cigarette smoke towards the winter air. 
  “But Haz…I have the window open” Louis pouted with his lower lip out, anything to not face the snow and chilly breeze. 
  “No Lou, we had a deal, if you weren’t gonna quit by November you had to smoke outside. So either you try and quit or the balcony it is.” Harry grabbed Louis’ arm as he started to pull him toward the balcony door. 
  “Fine, fine fine fine! I’ll smoke outside for tonight. But mark my words Harry, I’m quitting tomorrow.” Louis stepped into his shoes and slipped on his jacket, stomping his feet as the door swung open.
  “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” Harry huffed as the door shut louder than it needed to. Being stuck inside all winter with a cranky Louis trying to kick a nicotine habit was not how he wanted to spend both their birthdays and Christmas. 
  The next morning the boys woke up in their bed wrapped around each other to fend off the morning chill. December on the east coast was not too kind compared to their LA home, or even their London home this time of year. The boys decided to stay in New York for a few months while Harry finished up a few projects before they could both head back to Holmes Chapel for the spring. Louis of course transferred all his upcoming studio sessions here, so it was settled that the winter would be spent in the city. 
  It was around 8 in the morning when Louis got the familiar itch for his morning cigarette accompanied by a cup of black coffee, but before Louis could swing his legs off the bed he remembered his words to Harry yesterday 
  I’m quitting tomorrow 
  And Louis never went back on his word. 
  He laid in bed wrapped around Harry for a few minutes longer letting the younger boys heat seep into his skin to try and chase away the craving itching in his mind. It wasn’t helping as much as Louis had hoped. 
  “Haz” Louis whispered against Harry’s neck. Harry’s eyes twitched for a moment, proving he was still fast asleep. 
  “Harry, please” Louis whispered a bit louder, begging for any kind of distraction. 
“Lou, what” Harry turned in bed, still taken over by sleep, pulling Louis closer to his chest.
  “I want a cigarette” Louis mumbled out into Harry’s neck. 
  “Hmm boobear?” Harry asked again, gently as he carded his fingers through Louis’ hair with a yawn 
  “I want a smoke.” Louis said a little louder, embarrassed such a trivial thing was driving him so mad this early in the morning. It was only a cigarette, it’s not like he let them run his life. Surely this had to be an easy habit to kick, he’s done far harder things. 
  “So go outside and smoke Boo” Harry huffed, loosening his hold on the older boy and pulling the covers up.
  “No” 
  “Lou you have to go outside to smoke. I’m not having this argument again.”
  “No, I told you I was quitting today.”
  Harry’s eyes opened at that, “You were serious yesterday?” 
  Louis crossed his arms in front of himself as he lay on his back, “Of course I was being serious.” He rolled his eyes at the curly headed boy beside him. Why would Harry think he was joking?
  They lay in silence for a moment more, before Louis rolled over and shoved his face into the pillow with a groan. 
  “This is going to be harder than I thought.” 
  Harry ran his fingers down Louis’ back, “We’ll figure it out Boo, why don’t we go make breakfast, take your mind off of it?” 
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Breakfast was the perfect distraction for Louis, both of them had found. Harry took the time to cook a full breakfast, eggs, bacon, toast, even muffins were popped into the oven. The coffee was poured, Louis set the table, the dogs were fed, and they sat in silence as they ate and scrolled through their phones. 
  It wasn’t hard to notice Louis was using food as a distraction as he went to fill his plate up for a second time, something that wouldn’t normally happen at any meal time they shared besides Thanksgiving in the states. 
  Harry’s eyes lifted from his phone playfully watching Louis lift more eggs to his mouth, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, his tan skin on display as neither of them bothered to put anything more than a pair of boxers on to tread downstairs. 
  After another 15 or so minutes, Harry’s first plate was empty along with Louis’ second, as Louis began to unwrap another muffin from the tray, “Lou, would you like another cup of coffee?” 
  Louis’ popped another piece of muffin in his mouth as he looked at Harry through his eyelashes, “Yes please” he said with a smile and cheeks full of muffin. 
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  After breakfast it was obvious that even today, on day one of Louis quitting, if Louis didn’t find another hobby…food was going to be the thing he used to fill the nicotine void. It was common enough, Harry read through articles and articles of things ex-smokers picked up in order to kick the bad habit. Some took to drinking, others to running, some used nicotine patches or gum, and some people ate. It’s not like it would harm Louis to eat a little more - especially when in the past he had used smoking to skip meals whilst on tour. Harry was happy to see Louis at least enjoying himself and the food he was eating. 
  It’s when Harry found Louis curled up in their bed after dinner that a little bit of concern popped into his mind. 
  Harry crawled in beside his husband gently petting his hair, “Going to bed early tonight are we?” Harry giggled, but Louis’ face scrunched up at the joke. 
  “My stomach hurts Haz” Louis pouted, similar to how he had the night before, with his lower lip out and his puppy dog eyes.
  “Well, baby, I…you did eat quite a bit today. More than I’ve seen you eat in a long time for a day that isn’t thanksgiving.” The corners of Harry’s lips turned up at the memory of the holiday under a month ago. 
  “I couldn’t help it, everytime I wanted to smoke it was easier to just…eat…” Louis laid flat on his back, setting his hands on his bloated stomach. 
  “Want me to rub your tummy baby?” Harry offered as he scooched closer to the blue eyed boy.
  “Mhm” Louis pouted again, he always knew how to get his way with Harry, that was for sure. 
  Harry set his hand on top of Louis’ tummy and started to rub gentle circles as Louis nuzzled into him, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. “For the love of god, say something tomorrow, I can’t keep doing this just to quit cigarettes” Louis breathed out as Harry went to leave a kiss on his forehead. 
  “There are worse things you could be doing to quit Lou, besides, you deserve to have a little more freedom with food anyways. I’d rather you eat that smoke, or drink.” Harry chuckled, he definitely did not want a drunk Louis all the time, that was for sure. 
  “I guess” Louis said as he nuzzled closer to Harry, if it was even possible. There wasn’t any space left in between their bodies. 
  “And besides, if I have to lay in bed with you every night and rub your tummy just to quit smoking? That’s gotta be the cutest thing ever. Much cuter than helping you apply a nicotine patch or combing your hair back while you puke your guts up in a toilet.” Harry hummed as he continued to circle his hand over the distended bump that was Louis’ stomach. He could understand why Louis’ must not feel well, his belly swollen and taught from all the food packed in there. 
  “I know you’re right, I didn’t expect it to be this hard.” Louis sighed.
  “It’s only day one Boo, and now you’re past the hardest day.”
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It went on like that for another two weeks, more often than night each night the boys would lay in bed and Harry would rub Louis’ belly until the older boy fell asleep. Even when Louis didn’t have a stomach ache, it relaxed him into being able to shut his eyes without his nightly cigarette. Of course, Harry didn’t mind at all, he was even beginning to hope this routine didn’t end. 
  Over the past two weeks Harry took the liberty of keeping the house stocked with Louis’ favorite food and snacks, anything that he thought would bring Louis joy in this hard time. As the boys went about their daily routines of recording sessions, press work, or team meetings - Louis more often than not had his hand in some type of snack bag, leaning heavily towards chips and popcorn, even little packets of sweets like the cookies he used to have in his house as a child. 
Anything to drive the nicotine craving away. 
  Of course, this did not go unnoticed by Harry, or Louis’ body for that matter. Over the past two weeks Louis’ new found habit had led to hard edges being filled out with soft curves, his tummy more noticeable in his shirts like when he was younger. It wasn’t much weight, it had only been 14 days after all, but both the boys had certainly noticed. 
  “What if this craving doesn’t go away and I keep eating like this Haz?” Louis asked him one night as he ran his hand over his own stomach, finding it softer than it had been in months. 
  “Then you won’t smoke any cigarettes” Harry said matter of factly, it was true. This had been working well to drive Louis’ cravings away, for sure. 
  “Harry…come on. Look at me. My stomach it’s…” 
“Beautiful?” Harry smiled
“Softer, it’s soft. I’m….you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed I’m putting on a little weight here.” Louis shifted anxiously. 
  “Do you mind it?” Harry asked genuinely, not offering any praise before he knew how Louis felt about his own body. 
  “I…I don’t know how I feel about it. I want to stop smoking, that’s what I know.” Louis states, leaving the question open ended. He didn’t think he really minded the new found softness, it reminded him of when he was younger and the band was just starting, and the beginnings of their relationship together. 
  And if he didn’t crave cigarettes as often because of it, he could deal with the extra weight. 
  “Okay baby, well if this is helping you stop smoking, then we’ll let your body run it’s course while the cravings go away. I think you always look beautiful, always Lou, so please don’t worry about that if you are.” Harry smiled as he kissed Louis’ neck. 
  “Mhm, and I’m sure you’d love it if my ass got bigger too.” Louis smirked as Harry went in for a kiss.
“Oh, please.” Harry giggled as Louis kissed him back.
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“Harry!” Louis yelled from their bedroom for the third time as Harry cleared the staircase in record time.
  “Lou, Lou what’s wrong? Why are you yelling?” Harry said, trying to catch his breath. 
  He found Louis laying flat on the bed with a pair of his jeans on and nothing else. 
  The older boy turned his head to face Harry, “You did this.” Louis stated simply, putting his hands behind his head. 
  “What are you talking about?” Harry huffed as he walked over.
  “You did this, Harold, my jeans won’t button up.” Louis huffed as he tried once more to pull the button to the hole, but with no such luck. A small bump of soft skin was in the way of the zipper too. 
  “And how is this my fault?” Harry smirked as he watched Louis lay dramatically with his arms splayed out. He was always one for dramatics. 
  “Because you’ve been keeping the house stocked up with all my favorite things, so of course I was going to be eating them!” Louis huffed, closing his eyes as he brought a hand to the bridge of his nose. 
  “Loubear, that really doesn’t mean that you not being able to button your jeans is my fault.” Harry tried to level, still amused at how dramatic Louis was being. 
  “We can buy you more jeans baby, it’s only fabric” Harry left a few kisses on Louis’ shoulder. 
  Both of Louis’ hands then went down to his belly, handling the softness, “I’m…how much do you think I weigh now? 170? 175?” Louis giggled at the guess. He hadn’t weighed more than 160 in about 10 years. 
  “Barely even, Louis it isn’t much weight. And you’ve been cigarette free for almost a month and a week.” Harry ran a hand down Louis’ chest. 
  “Well, are you going to guess?” “Why? Are you going to find out?” Harry’s eyebrow raised in curiosity. 
  “Maybe I should. See what my progress is, keep track.” Louis smirked. This could be fun. 
  “What….I, I don’t know, maybe 168? Like I said babe, it can’t be much.” Harry bent down to kiss Louis’ tummy where it poked out the most. 
  Louis then stood up and kicked the dreaded jeans off, making his way to the bathroom where Harry kept the scale hidden in the back of the cabinet. 
  He set the scale down on the white tile floor, cold and uninviting, as he waited for the numbers to set to zero. 
  “If it’s above 170 you have to make me dinner.” Louis said as he glanced at Harry before he stepped on.
  “I always make you dinner Lou, not much of a bet there.” 
  “Fine. If it’s above 170 can we order in?”
  “Are you trying to gain weight here? Did I miss something?” Harry mused at the idea of Louis’ body being softer than it already was now. He certainly didn’t mind it, and wouldn’t if it continued. 
  Louis stepped on the scale without answering Harry’s question. The numbers blinked and blinked, before they settled on 173.
  “Ha! I knew it! 13 pounds!” Louis said, grabbing at the soft swell at the bottom of his tummy.
  “Can we get chinese?” The older boy said with a smile as he wrapped his arm around Harry. 
  “Only if you answer my question.” Harry waited patiently. 
  Louis squeezed him tighter before letting go and stepping back. 
  “I honestly…don’t mind it. If I gain I gain, if I lose I lose, but I know for damn sure I like eating whatever and whenever I please. Fuck cigarettes when you can have food, right?” Louis smiled brightly as he turned towards the mirror to inspect himself again. 
  “Mmmmm, you know babe, I think you’re right.” Harry smiled back as he crouched down to kiss all over Louis’ little pouched tummy. “You’d look cute with a little more weight on you I think. You look cute now, you looked cute before. I think you’ll always look cute.” Harry reassured. 
  “I think we should find out just how cute I can be.” Louis smiled, “Now, go order the Chinese” He pecked Harry’s cheeks as he went off to find a pair of sweatpants that fit. 
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hrina · 3 years
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@curly-loves-boobear i want to study your mind
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hotgirlrry · 3 years
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not curly loves boobear being right about whos a royalist
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wearthesamejewels · 3 years
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help i just saw the post that curly loves boobear posted
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girlrry · 3 years
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does that person really expect to be taken seriously when their url is curly-loves-boobear
like you believe in larry why am i supposed to believe a singular thing you say
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WHY IS HE ALWAYS SO CUTE IT MAKES ME WANT TO DIE
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micshiefmanaged · 4 years
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i was tagged by @lilyevansr​ (thank you so much lovely!) to make an animated version of myself using this website! this one is so much fun! 
i decided to do me with natural hair although they don’t have the right curly options so now i look more like hermione granger although the thickness is about right (but that’s okay 💛) and me with straightened hair! 
i’m tagging: @theleavesoflorien​,​  @pridesobright​, @princessparkhl​, @sunflower-vol14​, @boobear-harold​, @hs2live​, @harryrainbows and whoever else wants to do this PLEASE feel free to say i tagged you i love seeing what everyone makes! also of course i had to do the wand! ⋆٭⋆⋆٭⋆ mischief managed! ⋆٭⋆⋆٭⋆
this is @sunflowrhaz​ in case your wondering who this is! posting from my other blog 😂
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saltfatacidheat · 3 years
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my fave part of that post from curly-loves-boobear is how they tagged it "HRH the Duke of Edinburgh"
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fellofujoshi-blog · 7 years
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Lou and i
Prologue
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The first meet
The first time our new neighbours moved in, I was taking my afternoon nap. I don’t recall what I dreamt that day but I do remember waking up really mad when a very excited 10-year old Gemma violently yanked my smaller frame, yelling with her premature voice, “WAKE UP HAROLD THE NEW NEIGHBOURS ARE HERE!”
As much as I loathed her at the moment, I don’t know why I was very enthusiastic since the very beginning to see who’s going to succeed the house that had been vacant since the last 3 years - probably one of those silly childhood curiosities. So pushing my agitation aside, I dragged myself off of the bed and allowed a very energetic Gemma to tug me away.
We went downstairs and Mum came out of the kitchen holding a covered tray. Cookies, I remember being slightly greedy at that point. I used to be very loud then so I started grumbling about how I wanted more cookies for myself.
Surprisingly, Mum complied to my whines without any protest. Perhaps because it was just one of my nags as a regular nagging 8-year old kid or she had indeed saved some for us. Either way, I was too contented to care at the moment.
The house was right next door, just beside our identical ones. Gemma was holding the cookie tray and I held Max, family dog- a sporadic grey border collie/lurcher hybrid puppy- who unlike most dogs was absolute bone-idle. Almost like a cat. We just had to walk across our lawn to reach to theirs.
I first saw Jay before any of the others, arranging the the flower pots in the front porch. She saw us and waved at us to proceed when Gemma halted midway,shying. It seemed she already knew us because our mum had stopped by earlier. Her accent was very sharp, clearly different than anybody in the neighbourhood. And she was warm and welcoming that made me like her instantly.
She informed that her husband and son Louis had gone to departmental store and would be back soon. Her daughter Charlotte was in her room.
“Lottie Honey”, she called as we slid into the house, “Your new neighbours are here. They brought some cookies as well. Take them to your room”
Inside, I recall the walls and the ceiling were familiar to me and Gemma but the furniture and flourishes had given the whole room a new decor. The wooden book shelf, the uniformly patterned settee that faced the obsolete telly, the endless coffee table with newspaper, few racks that kept antique vases, plastic flowers and photographs with decorative borders are the few things that I still have images of.
Lottie then skipped downstairs from her room and enthusiastically led us to her room where Gemma and Lottie immediately became friends due to common interests and girl queries. Gemma had always wanted a younger sister; so much that she used to dress me up in her skirts when we were younger. I on the other hand sat on the floor, with Max on my lap and cookies on either hands, watching them bond. Getting bored - if spoken Honestly.
That was when I heard footsteps stifled by the closed door, audible nonetheless. The dull white door then opened, revealing a 9-year old Louis Tomlinson.
And how precisely I remember the scene!
He was a few inches taller than I was - with similar but shorter haircut. One of his hand held a football that looked gigantic in his small frame and the other hand held the door open. He shared the same blue eyes as Lottie. Only, for some reason his seemed brighter.
“Hello I’m Louis Tomlinson ”, He introduced himself with the pointed accent, walking into the room.
“ I’m Gemma Styles ”, She replied, smiling.
“ Um, I’m Harry ”, I answered with stuffed mouth and waved my cookie filled hands.
“ I can see Harry’s having fun here ”, Louis said, sarcastically. That made me giggle. “ C'mon Harry Let’s go outside eh? I saw a park just across the street. ”
“ Yeah I’m coming ”, I started collecting what number of cookies my hands could carry, whilst holding Max.
“ Why don’t you leave Max Here? ”, Lottie offered.
“ He’s slept enough. Time to turn him into a dog. ”, I stood up, carrying Max with me and followed the young boy in front of me
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This part of town had always been absolutely still. Only few cars drove past the road. Mostly the teenagers rolled on their skateboards and the adults would take a stroll at eve sometimes. That also helped the kids around our age to run about without any fear of road accidents.
We reached the park which was pretty much filled with usual kids. There was Liam, Niall, Eddie, Perrie, Leigh and Calum
We joined them and introduced Louis. They eyed his football and Niall asked if he played football.
“Yeah, I do play a little bit - yeah”, Louis responded shrugging before extending his ball towards Niall, “You wanna play?”
“Yeah Let’s play football ”, Liam suggested, raising his brows to ask Leigh and Perrie who didn’t discard the idea.
So we played. And played.
Till everybody went back to their homes and we were back to being just us alone. Just me, him and Max.
“What now?”, I asked as we laid on the grass, facing each other, our feet in opposite directions. Max was playing with the mantises in the grass.
“I don’t want to go home yet”, He said, breathing heavily.
“Me neither”, I smiled lazily. “Um, Tomorrow. You’ll be coming school with us, right ?”
“I don’t know about tomorrow but I heard My mum talking with your mum about schools”, He snorted, “schools! But even if I did, we won’t have any class together cause you’ll be my junior.” He teased, smiling that crinkled his eyes even more.
I stuck my tongue out at him and he repeated the gesture back to me.
“A Junior who can beat you at climbing trees and jumping off fences”, I provoked him, looking in his eyes which were bluer than the evening sky.
“Yeah?”, He arched his brows,“How about we clarify your little misunderstanding now? ”
That was how we began racing, climbing trees, climbing frames and jumping off precipices that were too high for our age and too risky for our juvenile physiques.
Of course, mostly Louis won. He always won.
And I always lost.
But I was still pleased.
Because I loved the challenges. I loved The daringly silly games we played. I loved The joy of finding someone as boisterous as I was. I loved The football defies I initiated without knowing the rules myself . I loved The fact that he never taunted my defeats. I loved The way he was always easy on me every time we wrestled like WWF. And may be, just may be because I really really loved his triumphal face.
I really did.
When I was Seven, I found somebody whom I could give my share of Mum’s cookies in a heartbeat to see their crinkled eyed and contagious smile.
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A/N: It’s Short - I know. But even I don’t know where this is going. It might be short just because it’s the prologue or it might just end up as a short story. IDK!
So…. How was it?(,,•﹏•,,)
This is my FIRST published work so please don’t be salty. I might just cry if I receive bad reviews.
Anyway, thank you for giving your precious time to read this horrible piece of ( ̄・・ ̄)
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