Velvetoscar Quotes

Hey, Lou?" he hums, casual as anything.

"Hm?"

"Wanna hear my poem?"

Oh dear god. Seriously?

Gritting his teeth to keep from laughing or grinning or falling over his own two feet, Louis arches an inquiring eyebrow, turning to meet Harry's stare. Of course, the bastard is grinning, proud and loud and pleased.

Harry blinks, slow enough that Louis briefly wonders if the planet's begun to rotate slower, has maybe begun to rotate backwards, even. "It goes, 'He likes me, too. ~ Velvetoscar

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

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

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

Keep your secrets. You're too young and beautiful not to have secrets. ~ Velvetoscar

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

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 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.

Eye ~ Velvetoscar

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

They kiss like they've kissed for-fucking-ever and they align like a key in a lick and Louis is so fucking happy.
He thinks he hears the world sigh. ~ Velvetoscar

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

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

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

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

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