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Found in the crowd
Summary: while singing along to your favourite bands concert someone interrupts you to ask for a cigarette light, someone you recognise to be Louis Tomlinson. This chance encounter turns into navigating the line between a friendship and a relationship. [1.7k]
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The bass thumped through the crowd, reverberating through your chest as you swayed to the beat, totally absorbed in the music. Tonight was a rare treat, a chance to see one of your favorite indie bands live and you were fully in the moment, drink in hand and grin plastered on your face. Suddenly, a voice cut through the crowd, close enough that it startled you. “Excuse me, love, you wouldn’t happen to have a light, would you?” You turned, raising an eyebrow at the man beside you. Dressed down in a hoodie, beanie pulled low, he looked casual enough to blend in with the crowd, but even in the dim concert lighting, you knew who he was. Louis Tomlinson. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, an easygoing grin tugging at his lips as he waited for your response.
You didn’t gawk or fangirl-just shrugged with a bit of a smirk. “A bit risky, don’t you think? Asking strangers in a crowd? Could’ve blown your cover” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you fished a lighter out of your pocket. “But here you go- seeing as I’m feeling charitable tonight”. He chuckled, leaning in close to light his cigarette, glancing up at you with a half-grin. “Charitable, are you? Guess I’m lucky to run into a good Samaritan like yourself” he replied, exhaling smoke slowly. “Didn’t expect to get help this easily”. “Is that so?” you shot back, leaning against the railing beside him. “You think you’re stealthy out here, do you? Just blending in with the crowd?” Louis shrugged, the corners of his mouth quirking up. “Thought I might get away with it. ‘Til I bumped into you, at least”.
“Well, it’s not every day a pop star talks to you at a concert” you replied, a little smirk playing at your lips. “Lucky for you, I’m not one to make a fuss”. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and surprise. “So you know who I am, then?”
“Maybe” you replied, nonchalantly. “Don’t worry, though no fainting, no selfies. But if you plan on asking for lighters all night, you might get recognized sooner or later”. He laughed, clearly enjoying your calm response. “Fair enough” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just here to see the band, same as you. Needed a break from the madness, y’know?”. “Can’t say I blame you” you replied, glancing up at the stage. “Good music, dim lights, nobody staring at you. Well, almost nobody” you added with a grin. “Touché” he replied, chuckling again as he leaned back, watching you with newfound interest.
“So” he continued, after a pause, “you come to these gigs often, then?” You shrugged, crossing your arms as you took in the lively crowd. “When I can. There’s something about being in a crowd, everyone just here to listen and let loose. Nothing like it”. He nodded, a thoughtful look passing over his face. “Couldn’t agree more. It’s why I got into music in the first place, this whole feeling” He gestured vaguely at the stage, the lights, the crowd, before his gaze settled on you. “But you, you seem like you’re usually on this side of things, yeah? No singing in your future?”. “Oh, I’d clear this crowd out faster than the fire alarm” you joked, making him laugh again, that easy, warm laugh that felt entirely unfiltered. You weren’t sure if it was the hum of the music or the easygoing way he kept his attention on you, but somehow, it was effortless to talk to him. He made you feel like you were both just two people in a crowd, no fame, no pretense.
As the concert continued, Louis stayed nearby, leaning over every now and then with a funny comment about the band or the other people in the crowd. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a natural back-and-forth that surprised you both. It was just easy, comfortable. And maybe you didn’t realize it at the time, but something about it felt electric, sparking with possibility.
When the show finally ended and the crowd began to disperse, Louis lingered, giving you a once-over with a crooked smile. “So, reckon I could buy you a drink? Least I can do for interrupting your night”. You shrugged, pretending to consider it. “Alright, but only if you promise not to bug me for a cigarette light again”. “Deal” he laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. And just like that, you ended up at a small pub down the street, sitting across from Louis Tomlinson, nursing a drink, and feeling more relaxed than you would’ve thought possible. He had a talent for keeping things light, steering the conversation in such a way that, for a while, you forgot he was famous, and he was just Louis. Quick-witted, grounded, a bit of a troublemaker.
Over the next several weeks, you found yourself falling into an unexpected friendship. Louis was relentless in reaching out, texting you a steady stream of memes, random observations, and updates from his chaotic life on the road. Sometimes, he’d send a quick, ‘Hey, you free for a pint?’ when he was in town, and you’d find yourself saying yes more often than not. With each hangout, you got to know more of him, not just the public persona, but Louis as a real person. You learned he liked his tea with way too much sugar, that he loved late-night drives with the music cranked up, and that he could spend hours debating the best takeout in the city. In turn, he got to know you the quirks, the sense of humor, the dreams you were still sorting out.
One night, you were at his place, watching some terrible rom-com on his couch. He nudged you, smirking. “Alright, serious question, how do you put up with me always roping you into these?” You shrugged, rolling your eyes. “Someone’s gotta keep you in line. Besides” you added with a grin, “it’s not like I have anything better to do with my time”. He feigned offense. “Oh, so I’m just here to cure your boredom?” You nudged him back. “Something like that” a sly grin forming on your face.
The two of you stayed like that, side by side, a comfortable silence settling between you as the movie droned on. Every now and then, you’d catch him glancing at you out of the corner of your eye, a soft, unreadable expression on his face. But every time it felt like it might shift toward something more, he’d pull back with a joke or an excuse, and you’d remind yourself that you were just friends.
Then, one evening, he invited you to yet another concert. It was a chilly night, and as you stood outside the venue waiting for him, you caught sight of him crossing the street, hands shoved into his pockets, a crooked smile lighting up his face when he saw you.
“Didn’t think you’d actually come” he teased. “You doubting me, Tomlinson?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Not at all” he said, grinning as he held out his arm for you to link with his. “Just always expect you to bail last minute”. You rolled your eyes, slipping your arm through his. “Well, tonight, you’re stuck with me”. Throughout the concert, Louis stayed by your side, his presence warm and reassuring amid the packed crowd. At one point, he leaned down close, his mouth near your ear. “This is the best part” he whispered, nodding toward the stage. He was watching the band, but you were looking at him, taking in the way he lit up at the music, totally in his element. And for a brief moment, he caught your gaze, his smile softening as his eyes locked with yours.
Later, after the concert, you found yourselves walking down empty streets, your arms still linked. The city lights reflected in the puddles from a recent rain, casting a soft glow over everything. “Been meaning to tell you” Louis murmured, his voice quieter than usual. “These past few weeks... meeting you has been one of the best surprises”. You felt your cheeks warm, laughing softly. “Are you just saying that to keep me coming to concerts with you?” He shook his head, his gaze steady on yours. “No. I mean it”. There was something in his expression that made your heart race, a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before. And as the silence stretched, the words hung between you both, unspoken but understood. The two of you continued walking, the distance between you smaller, the tension thicker than ever. You didn’t rush anything, didn’t push for more than he was ready to give. But in the weeks that followed, everything shifted. He’d hold your hand for a second too long, look at you with a glint of something more than friendship, and each time you felt your heart falling a little harder.
One night, he invited you over to his place, insisting on cooking dinner. It was a simple meal, but the gesture felt intimate, almost like a first date, even if neither of you said it out loud. As you cleared the dishes, he turned, his eyes soft as he watched you. “Been thinking about us” he admitted quietly, running a hand through his hair. “Trying to figure out how I got so lucky meeting you that night”. Your heart skipped, but you kept your voice steady, your own smile creeping in. “Guess the universe has a funny way of working things out”. He stepped closer, the air between you charged. “Think maybe the universe is giving me a nudge” he murmured, his fingers brushing yours. With a soft smile, he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that felt like it had been waiting forever. It was gentle and lingering, filled with the promise of every moment that had led you here. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his smile mirroring your own.
“About time, yeah?” he whispered, his eyes bright. You laughed, nodding as you held him close.
“Worth the wait, though,” you said, while he pressed another soft kiss to your forehead. And in that moment, everything felt like it finally fell into place.
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Look how tactile and affectionate they ALL were. Larries are so stupid.
#louis tomlinson#zayn malik#liam payne#one direction#harry styles#1d dynamics#is larry real#larry stylinson#larry fic#babygate#is louis a dad
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Louis Tomlinson attending the wedding of Rachel Day [23.9.2024] 📸 danielleveitch
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I feel like yall should see this AGAIN
#my wet dream came true#formula 1#louis tomlinson#charles leclerc#one direction#fluff#angsty#blurb#lando norris smut#light angst#lando norris angst#lando norris#lando x reader#carlos sainz#foryou#smut#roman empire
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That babygirl, with a cigarette behind her ear.
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Louis at his assistant Rachel Ellwood's wedding - 21.09
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Can you write about Louis having a bad cold and the reader takes care of him?
Sure love. Hope you like it :)
Sick days
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Warnings: fluff, louis beeing sick
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It was just after sunrise, and the chilly autumn morning crept through the crack in the window. Y/N padded into the kitchen, yawning as she started her usual routine: coffee, breakfast, and then waking up Louis, who had been up late recording the night before. Today, though, she was greeted by the sight of Louis sitting slouched over the counter, a tissue balled up in his hand, eyes barely open, his nose red and sniffly.
“Oh no, a sniffle?” she teased, hiding her smirk behind her mug. “Are you sure you’re not coming down with the man cold?”
Louis shot her a weak glare, but it only made her grin. He sounded stuffy and nasally as he tried to respond, “I’m seriously sick, love.”
“Mhm,” she hummed, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter. “Let me guess, sore throat? Bit of a cough? Slight fever?”
“Yeah,” he said, sounding rather wounded. “All of the above, actually.” He sniffled loudly, dabbing at his nose with the tissue.
“Oh no, that sounds awful,” she said dramatically. “But, I mean, it’s just a little cold, right?”
He scowled, his usual humor barely peeking through his obvious misery. “You wouldn’t understand. This is… this is the worst cold.”
“Sure it is, Lou,” she replied with a chuckle, ruffling his messy hair. “You’re gonna be fine. I’ll get you some tea, and we’ll carry on.”
That morning, she busied herself making him some ginger tea, handing him a warm blanket, and plopping him down on the couch. He looked half asleep as he mumbled his thanks and sipped at the tea, nestling down into the blanket.
“You’ll be back to singing and cracking jokes in no time,” she said, giving him a quick peck on the forehead. He mumbled something about it feeling like the end, which she just laughed off, rolling her eyes. “Poor baby,” she said with exaggerated sympathy.
But by evening, Y/N started to suspect it might actually be worse than she thought. Louis, who usually bounced back from everything, was still huddled up on the couch, face pale, with dark circles under his eyes. He’d barely spoken all day, and every so often, he’d let out a sad little cough that tugged at her heart.
“Alright, alright, maybe you’re actually sick,” she admitted, sitting next to him and taking his hand. “Anything I can get you?”
Louis looked up at her with a pitiful expression, his voice scratchy. “Just… stay here?”
She softened, brushing a hand across his forehead. “Of course. And, okay, I’m sorry for doubting you, okay?”
He let out a weak laugh. “Aha, see? Told ya. This is not your average cold.”
She settled in beside him, wrapping his blanket more securely around his shoulders. Over the next few days, his cold only seemed to worsen, and she could tell by the way he tried to smile through his discomfort that he didn’t want to worry her. But even his usual playful energy had waned, and it was hard to see him like that.
One afternoon, as Louis slept soundly under layers of blankets, Y/N busied herself making him a hearty soup. She chopped vegetables and simmered everything on low heat, filling the house with a warm, cozy aroma. She even prepared a care basket—stuffed with extra tissues, honey for his tea, and some lozenges.
As soon as he woke, she was by his side, holding a steaming bowl. “Look what I made you,” she said softly, placing the bowl carefully on his lap. “A nice, warm soup. You’ll be back to yourself soon.”
He smiled at her, the kind of lazy, drowsy grin that made her heart melt. “You’re amazing, y’know that?”
“Well,” she said, grinning, “I have to be to deal with all this.” She gestured to him dramatically, earning a little chuckle.
“Hey, I thought you liked taking care of me,” he teased, though his voice was raspy.
“I do,” she admitted with a smile. “Especially when you’re this helpless.”
The two of them laughed, and he sipped the soup gratefully, nodding as he tasted it. “Alright, you’re forgiven for all the ‘man cold’ jokes,” he said between bites. “This soup is top-tier.”
She snorted. “Oh, now you’re complimenting me. Desperate times, I suppose.”
But despite the teasing, Y/N stayed by his side, checking his temperature, pressing cool cloths to his forehead when his fever spiked, and even humoring him as he rambled on in his slightly delirious state. He’d joke here and there, sometimes breaking into laughter that quickly turned into a cough, which she’d soothe by rubbing his back and handing him his tea.
By the time a few more days had passed, Louis had started to bounce back, the color returning to his cheeks and his voice losing that scratchy edge.
One morning, he finally came into the kitchen on his own, looking slightly more alive, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “I have to admit,” he murmured, his voice still a bit husky, “I might’ve milked it a bit.”
She turned around to face him, her mouth open in playful shock. “You milked it?”
“Just a little,” he admitted, grinning as he leaned against the counter. “I mean, it’s nice having you fuss over me like that.”
She laughed, giving him a light punch on the arm. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“Ah, don’t act like you didn’t love it,” he said, his usual spark coming back into his eyes. “Admit it, you felt bad for making fun of me.”
“Alright, alright,” she said with a sigh. “Maybe just a little. I’ll admit, I probably underestimated the almighty ‘man cold.’”
“See? I knew it,” he said, chuckling. “Don’t worry, love, you’re forgiven.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled, wrapping her arms around him. “Well, next time you’re the one making soup for me.”
“Oh, absolutely. You can count on it,” he promised, grinning. “I’ll go all out—soup, tissues, even singing you lullabies if that’s what it takes.”
“Oh no, not the singing,” she said, laughing. “You’d be getting me out of bed in no time.”
He laughed, pulling her close. “Alright, maybe I’ll just stick to soup.”
They shared a long look, and she leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling his warmth now that he was back to his usual self. And as she stood there in his embrace, Y/N knew that no matter how dramatic he might get with the next “man cold,” she’d be there, soup and tissues at the ready.
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Compilation post of these Faith in The Future collages pt. I
#(because it's been a while since I've been this happy with something I've made + the process is fun af)#Louis Tomlinson#faith in the future#collages
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MISS THEM SO MUCH
#liam payne#harry styles#zayn malik#louis tomlinson#niall horan#one direction#1direction#1d#rip liam payne
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the election results are in!
#girl someone check up on the yellow states#one direction#harry styles#niall horan#zayn malik#louis tomlinson#liam payne
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Louis Tomlinson talking, edit by belks8817 on TikTok
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Louis Tomlinson: ‘I’m low-maintenance. I don’t have diva requests’ | Life and style | The Guardian
I'm on my mission to read all Louis' past interview. This one is a gem:
He really is a hard man to find.
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STOP I CAN’T WITH THIS
they were just kids 💔
#one direction#unrelated but Harry’s laugh is adorable#THEY WERE SO LITTLE#RIP Liam#harry styles#niall horan#louis tomlinson#zayn malik#liam payne#rest in peace liam
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