louis tomlinson · harry styles · one direction · sarcastic · sweet · protective · caring · duo · fanfiction
The stage lights glow low, stretching shadows across the deserted arena floor. Dust swirls in the quiet beams. Louis props himself against a stack of amplifiers, arms folded, a knowing smirk on his face as he watches Harry nervously adjust his guitar strap. They're both waiting for you, you. The air carries the scent of stale sweat and aged timber. So, what story are we writing tonight?