- ((playing wii sports with gatsby))
- nick: just because some cute girl likes the same bizarro rich people crap as you that doesn't make her your soul mate
tumblr taught me so much about representation tho…. today i literally can’t watch a film without thinking
"why is everyone so white"
"why is everyone straight"
“Where do you get off on this?” Louis asks him, his voice low.
Harry just lifts a shoulder and keeps smiling. “How do you know I don’t have an ex like him?”
“Oh.” Louis laughs, wondering why he didn’t think of that sooner. He can hear Dave in the kitchen, turning on the coffee pot and humming to himself, and part of his heart tugs at the familiarity of it. He spent a year’s worth of mornings in that kitchen, he thinks.
“Hey,” Harry says softly, nudging him on the arm. His expression looks almost sympathetic. “Let me give you my number.”
He’s a fucking enigma. Louis doesn’t ask why, not when Dave is on his way out of the kitchen and there to see that very important exchange. Louis stands out of the way so Dave can stomp down the stairs, and lets Harry enter his number into his phone, watching his fingers tap it out, watches him search long and hard for the proper emoji to add to the end of his name. The shrimp wins.
Lorde shot by Marc Lemoine for Filter Magazine