our little secret

Good God.
I..I think I've just stumbled upon my next favourite writer.
I love the plot, I love the style, the characters, I love the writing and.
Oh, the writing; the purposeful use of zero capitals, the infusion of occasional technicalities, the metaphors, the similes.
Even the titles of each pov are snipped from Frank Ocean songs.
(Liam's is it's a bad religion, to be in love with someone, Louis gets super rich kids with nothing but loose ends, and Zayn has running on my mind boy, forrest gump.)

She is clever, she can't possibly be anything else.
She is clever, and graceful, and full of thought.

It must be so apt how it is raining as I read ocean sequence, or the first part of it anyway.
(Liam's part, that is.)
Rain is always a good sign.
(I forgot how to spell "sign" for a few seconds there, just saying.)

This is how ocean sequence starts:

you’re my religion. you’re all i’ve got.

- a farewell to arms, ernest hemingway

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suppose that people live forever.

the population of the world splits into two, interestingly: the laters and the nows.

the laters rationalize that there’s no hurry to enroll in university, to learn a second language, to read newton or dostoevsky, to seek promotions in their jobs, to fall in love, to raise a family.

in endless time, all things can be accomplished; thus, all things can wait. time is sweet in infinite amounts, slow and soft and continuously expanding like a galaxy.

after all, hasty actions breed mistakes and good things come to those who wait.

the laters can be recognized strolling in shops and down city promenades. they walk an easy swagger and wear loose-fitting clothes. they talk slow, the letters heavy, and their skin smells like permanent ink.

they take pleasure in reading whatever magazines are open or rearranging the furniture in their homes or slipping into conversations the way a leaf falls from a tree.

the laters sit in cafes sipping coffee or in bars throwing back tequila and discusses the possibilities of life – their eyes are full and filled with stars.

on the other hand, the nows note that with infinite lives, they can do all they can imagine. they will have an infinite number of careers, they will acquire an infinite amount of education, they will change their politics infinitely.

each person will be a lawyer, a carpenter, an accountant, a journalist, a physician, a farmer. the nows are constantly reading new books, studying new trades, new languages.

in order to taste the infinities of life, they begin early and never go slowly.

the nows are easily spotted. they are the owner of cafes, the college professors, the doctors and nurses, the politicians, the people who rock their legs constantly whenever they sit down. they move through a succession of lives tirelessly, eager to miss nothing.

when two nows chance to meet at the hexagonal construct of trafalgar square, they compare the lives they have mastered, exchange information, and glance at their watches.

when two laters meet at the same location, they ponder the future and follow the parabola of the fountain with their nebulous gaze.

liam payne is now. harry styles comes later.

it is important to understand this in the progression of this story.