tired tired sea

tired tired sea by mediawhore 🌊📖 supported by @GimmickBots

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

29/05/19

Darling, Dearest,

I’m fighting for your kind of quiet.

x H

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Then, he starts playing with the straps of the backpack again. If Louis was a mistrustful person, he’d find him suspicious. As it is, he’s mostly intrigued. “Doesn’t look like our regular backpackers, uh,” Louis whispers towards Cliff before starting to walk again.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Louis thinks of him baptised in the Pacific, back to his old life, but reborn. He’s probably fine, Louis thinks constantly to himself. He probably doesn't think about Louis at all, too busy with popstar things demanding his attention.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Louis tries not to let the hawklike way Harry is staring at him distract him from the task at hand.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Louis thinks of him baptised in the Pacific, back to his old life, but reborn. He’s probably fine, Louis thinks constantly to himself. He probably doesn't think about Louis at all, too busy with popstar things demanding his attention.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Helped me moved some furniture around.” Louis smiles. “Did he?” he asks, surprised again. “He never mentioned it,” he adds, though it’s not like Harry mentions much to him. “Aye, aye. So yeah, I was hoping you could pass on my thanks and best wishes to him, and apologise, for me.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

At some point, he indulges himself and angles his mug towards the window to grab a picture of it with the sunrise in the background, shamelessly captioning it with lyrics from one of Harry’s songs before posting it.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

His cheeks are red, like maybe he’s embarrassed, though Louis suspects it could be from the cold. It’s been relatively sunny the past week, miraculously, so they’ve been blessed with warmer weather than expected, but the wind is biting as ever, especially on top of the cliffs.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

This would be where Louis kindly pushes, teases, coaxes the truth out of him, where Louis uses both charm and wit to make his guest at ease and unravel the whole thing from him expertly.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Louis rolls his eyes with fondness, but obliges him straight away, sending another candy straight into his mouth. “What orange?” Harry laughs. “Just an orange I found in the lift and ate during the show.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

I think about the way you look at me and their inquisitive gaze can’t touch me. It makes him feel small and powerful at the same time, and he’s not sure how Harry can achieve such prowess with only a few scribbled words.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

As they work, Harry is quiet in a different way, looking a bit emotionally drained, but not quite as devastated as before.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Quickly enough, they’re both sprawled on the sand together, the day beautiful despite the cold and Louis gets Harry to eat at least a small part of his birthday cake, humming happy birthday to him under his breath while Harry laughs and brushes crumbs off his face.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Just like Louis, Harry is lost in thought, frozen at the top of the stairs with seemingly no intentions to move towards the bench at all.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Louis lets him have a moment, staring through the glass panels at the breathtaking view of the cliffs before he carefully presses his knuckles into Harry’s back to encourage him to move forward into the room.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Shouldn’t be that bad.” Harry hums, still playing with Louis’ hair. “Water is cleansing,” he says, mostly to himself. “You did say that,” Louis agrees solemnly. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to go out in the rain a bit,” he says.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

They spend the afternoon baking a cake together that Harry insists has to be pink, laughing in the kitchen as they listen to Christmas music, making a proper mess of the whole place.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Automatically, he snuggles forward, his body curling even closer into Harry’s, his nose burying itself in the curls at the nape of his neck.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

He sighs, a long, tired exhale that comes from the depths of his body. “You’re right. I’m really sad right now,” he admits, voice cracking on the admission. “But I came here to distract myself and stop thinking about it.

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Then, he puts it back on the closest shelf. “There’s absolutely no order in here, so don’t worry about putting stuff back where it belongs. Cliff especially,” Louis jokes, pointing at his sleeping, peaceful dog. “Oh!

[tired tired sea @ttsbott]

Harry’s shoulders permanently hunched forward, both hands buried into the deep pockets of his oversized jacket.