In the six beautiful months of his relationship, he’s spent countless nights feeling cold on his bed, the warmth he seeks only returning in small waves when Zayn cuddles up to him to keep him company, Louis’ tired eyes transfixed on the ceiling as the weight of his longing presses down on him.
But even so, the thought comes back when he’s enclosed in the arms of Harry, breathing in his scent, face tucked perfectly under Harry’s chin. It gets louder when he has to leave for the night, a cacophony of "live with me live with me live with me" thundering in his head as he clings onto Harry, arms and legs wrapped tightly around his amused boyfriend while Niall tries to pry the little koala off his roommate.
In which Louis wants to wake up in Harry’s arms forever. So he makes a list.
or Loosely based on Ben Platt’s "Share Your Address"