#niall used to embarrass himself so much the poor boy

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1) Sweeter Than Wine | Explicit | 15,339 words

When Wizard!Louis goes to a muggle club for a change of pace, his one night stand ends up being much more than he bargained for.

2) Your Certain Charms | Explicit | 20,417 words

Harry Potter AU. Louis is the reserve-reserve seeker, Harry is the Quibbler’s brightest new voice, and the Quidditch World Cup is as good a place to stargaze as any.

3) Burning Through The Shadows | Explicit | 25,990 words

“He’s Louis Tomlinson,” the General spoke from next to Louis. “The Sun Summoner, moi tsar,” the General said, looking at Louis. “He will change the future,” the General said, looking at the king and the queen. “Starting now.” The General raised his hand and shadows creeped up from every corner of the Great Hall, enveloping them all in darkness. Louis was reminded of the time when these shadows had protected him, them, from the harsh winter of Ravka. “Now call the sun,” the General leaned in and whispered in Louis’ ear.

4) Magical Soup | Explicit | 28,580 words

Slytherin prefect Louis Tomlinson’s seventh year at Hogwarts takes an immediate turn for the worse when he’s made to be potions partners with Harry Styles, Hufflepuff’s resident heartthrob and class clown.  Louis has always considered Styles to be a terrible show-off who coasts by on his charm and good looks, but the more they work together, the more he questions that idea.  As term goes on, will Louis be able to admit to himself that he might actually like Harry Styles after all… and maybe, just maybe, as more than a friend?

5) Blue Lotus | Explicit | 29,824 words

Note: The pairing in this fic is Louis/OMC.

After the Second Rebellion and the dismantling of President Cowell’s regime, Louis struggles to make sense of life.

6) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30,830 words

Jane Austen’s Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis’ family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

7) Dangerous Liaisons | Explicit | 42,589 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Niall is the master of deceit and Harry is the master of seduction. Louis is just a very strong willed male model who happens to be straight. When Niall tells Harry he wouldn’t be able to seduce Louis, the bet is on, but Niall’s schemes are hard to avoid.

8) Inside Your Bones | Explicit | 43,550 words

Note: The pairing in this fic is Louis/OMC.

Louis keeps trying to make peace with his past, but it’s hard when the past is all too present.

9) A Promise Lives Within You Now | Explicit | 45,925 words

A Lord of the Rings-inspired Middle Earth AU. Louis is an Elven prince, next in line to become King of Mirkwood, and Harry is the orphaned Human boy who grows up alongside him. They fall in love, but Louis’s obligations to the throne, Harry’s mortality, and impending war threaten to tear them apart.

10) Secret’s Safe With Me | Explicit | 59,207 words

When bad turbulence and three glasses of wine have Louis spilling all of his secrets to the man sitting next to him on the plane, it’s embarrassing, sure, but it’s also easy enough to shrug off and block out of his memory forever. Or at least, it was until Louis went into work on Monday morning and realized that the man from the plane is the new CEO of his company.

11) Mead Of Poetry | Mature | 65,053 words

Under the pressure of continuing the Styles viscountcy line now that he is getting older, Harry sets himself three rules to finally settle down and marry: firstly, the omega needs to be reasonably attractive, secondly, they must be of great mind, thirdly, they cannot be anyone he would ever fall in love with. Enters Charlotte Tomlinson, the diamond of the first water of the upcoming season and seemingly the perfect candidate to the viscount’s plan, but her omega brother, Louis, is in Harry’s way. Louis only seeks to protect his sister and he sure is not going to let a rake play with her heart.

12) King Of My Heart | Explicit | 83,712 words

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realising that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.” Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

13) A Taste of Desire | Explicit | 104,414 words

“As forward as I have been with you this evening, I am also aware this dinner party isn’t the place to conduct business.” Mr. Tomlinson chuckles quietly to himself, shooting a subtle glance across the table towards their hostess. “And besides, I am sure our hostess would be horribly disappointed to learn that we went away this evening with a business agreement and not a mating one.” Harry, who had been sipping his wine, coughs harshly at this. He splutters, unaccustomed to such blatant statements about mating. Mr. Tomlinson continues to laugh quietly, clearly pleased at Harry’s reaction. “Mrs. Humphreys promised that there was an alpha attending the dinner tonight that I would certainly get on well with,” Mr. Tomlinson continues, voice teasing. “She assured me that we would have much in common since we both work with mills.” Mr. Tomlinson glances at Harry, eyes flashing with mirth. “Little did she know that would be where our mutual interests began and ended.”

14) Our Endless Numbered Days | Explicit | 120,815 words

“Harry?” whispered Louis, his mouth dry, his nose pressing against the other’s warm skin. “Mh?” Harry’s humming was gentle, his fingers lightly caressing the younger boy’s arm, his chest steadily rising and falling beneath Louis’ cheek. A couple of seconds passed, and Louis looked up at him in the darkness of the cave, barely able to make out the expression on his face. When he tried to inhale deeply, his breath hitched. He struggled to find the words to tell Harry what he was thinking about. Another couple of seconds passed, and Louis listened to the reassuring beating of the prince’s heart beneath his cheek. He couldn’t. “Nothing,” he whispered, his voice weak. I think you’re half of my soul.

15) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices | Mature | 126057 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they’re forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

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"You sang my song!"🎶 by heyidkyay

Based on the video where Louis reacts to his fans covering his songs. Harry's one of the fans and Louis can't get over the curly haired angel with the beautiful voice.

everything comes back to you by amory

Louis lets out a shuddering breath. “I love you,” he says.

“Fuck you,” Harry replies.

“You know that I’ve always loved you,” Louis continues, not stopping to acknowledge what Harry’s said.

Harry shakes his head. “I know, but sometimes I wonder if that ever went past us just growing up together. We were never apart Louis, never for so many years, and the minute we were you just left me. So sometimes, when I let myself think about it, I think maybe that’s why we don’t work. You were just so used to loving me because you didn’t know anything else.”

Louis and Harry, best friends since before either of them can remember, broke up four years ago. Louis has achieved his dreams of becoming the next big thing while Harry has stayed back, dedicating himself to his studies. Both are content to forget what they had together, until a tragedy brings them right back into each other's lives.

I Swear I Am by beautyhaz

The five times Harry's relationship is revealed unplanned and the one time it is planned - sorta.

Gasoline Stars by galacticlourry (orphan_account)

It reminded him of stardust, of the history of suns, and he supposed that was what the boy asleep on his shoulder had been created out of. The history of suns.

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Or, an AU where it's all nice and innocent until someone ends up pregnant. (That would be Harry.) Also known as the Mpreg AU I've doubt you've read before.

Answer All Your Wishes by SadaVeniren

Harry and Louis met when Harry was thirteen and as first impressions go theirs was memorable enough to start a life long romance.

AKA a Tom Fletcher/Giovanna Fletcher AU where Louis is part of One Direction, Harry is the love of his life who blogs, and they have many, many children.

Just Maybe by Goodchampagneandprivateplanes

“You can put it under Tomlinson — eh, Louis Tomlinson, actually. But, if anybody asks, I was never here.”

Lucky Ones by lovelarry10, theendofjune

Harry doesn’t believe love is on the cards for him. Louis just wants someone to love him for him and not what he can do for them. Together they learn what love and trust is all about while having a little (or rather, a lot) of fun along the way.

Harold Took A Walk In The Moonlight by cuppalou

“Why don’t you introduce me to your lovely friends then go get dressed, darling.” Louis teases him, but Harry just ignores it. He already looked stupid, what can he do about it now? Harry guides Louis into their small dining room where Liam is sat at the head of the table on one side, Zayn to his left, and Niall to his right.

“This is Zayn” Zayn waves. “He’s the idiot that I let be my friend because Liam begged me to like him.” Zayn pouts a bit.

“You love me, douchebag.” Zayn mutters.

“Next to him is Liam.” Liam waves. “He was my college roommate, and for some crazy reason, I agreed to live with him and Zayn here.”

“I think the crazy reason is that you’re dirt poor.” Zayn grins, finally having an appropriate comeback. Liam swats him on the arm and tells him to shut up, but then returns to cuddling into his side.

“And the crazy pseudo-blonde is Niall, who I can stand to be around most of the time.” Louis laughs loud and bright.

“What’s funny?” Niall asks.

Louis leans over and whispers in Niall’s ear “I’ll tell you when that loser goes to change, I don’t want to embarrass him too much"

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home by styleandsin

Now, as he’s standing in the doorway, he’s trying not to get choked up. He hadn’t realized how much he missed this: the smell of his mother’s baking, the sounds of each of his family members, the sight of some of his old toys scattered about the foyer where his littlest siblings had presumably left them. All these things scream home, and he hadn’t felt at home since he left this house eight years ago.

Louis needs a break from everything, from acting and the constant pressure of life in LA. He decides to move back home for a bit, some time with his family is exactly what can lift his spirits. What he doesn't expect is to fall in love. Both with the town he hated so much so that he couldn't wait to leave it years ago and with a curly haired florist that was the complete opposite of the guys he'd often meet in LA.

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One Of My Own (5)

Summary: Harry leaves Y/N for her sister

Warnings: angst and fluff

Word Count: 1930 words

And maybe it was stupid of Harry to impulsively visit Y/N at the slither of dusk, and even stupider when he put his key–that he never gave back to her–in the keyhole because she wasn’t answering the door. His mind was fuzzy and he wasn’t thinking clearly; maybe his knocks were too light against the wood of the door. He thought Y/N was ignoring him because he can clearly see a crack of light from underneath in front of his feet. It was the stupidest thing to enter her apartment, ready to softly call out her name. He can smell the food she’d always especially make for him—it wasn’t just his mouth-watering, but his eyes as well because the root of the intoxicating scent was centered on the stove. He couldn’t see the appliance because of two bodies blocking the way.

He really wished that he’d just waited behind the closed door and not witness the sight in front of him.

It was a heartbreaking sight, really. There was no denying that what Harry saw cracked and broke his heart completely. His faint state was now alert and his eyes had never been wider. The beating of his heart increased to a worrying pace, but he couldn’t stray his eyes away from the shocked faces masking the two people he cared about.

“Harry,” Niall breathed out, slightly out of breath from kissing Y/N. Niall’s blue eyes shifted from his friend to the woman in front of him, her own gaze cast on the floor beneath her feet.

“W-what’s going on here?” Harry asked, hearing his voice cracking at the edges. He swallowed harshly, hoping that some of his salivae would hydrate his severely dry throat.

Y/N stepped forward, placing her hands on her hips while she conjured up something to say to her ex-boyfriend. Harry watched her like a hawk. “What are you doing here, Harry? How did you even get in?”

The questions surprised Harry, and frankly; he was the one who let himself in her apartment. He had no probable reason to be in the same room as her, except for the fact that he had a key that opened her door.

He held up the silver key before placing it on the counter, sliding it towards her. Harry buried his hands in his head of hair, slightly tugging on the roots while he breathed heavily to calm himself. His heart was aching and his brain was going in circles; that wasn’t a very good combination because sooner or later, he would most likely be belting out his thoughts out loud.

The image in his head--their lips tucked against each other-- resonated in his mind; mocking him to an extent that rubbed him the wrong way. He knew he had no right to criticize their actions; they were all adults here, but somehow, Harry couldn’t stop himself from echoing that he had Y/N first.

“Is this why you had to leave today, Niall?” Harry spoke in a menacing tone, his voice dripping in a poisonous hatred that lingered, making the air tense. He could see Y/N’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and he mentally patted himself on the back. She glanced at the blonde boy; he didn't tell her this.

“So what if it was?” Niall challenged, standing up a little straighter to match up with Harry’s slight advantage in height.  He brushed Y/N’s shoulder a little while he took steps forward to come closer to Harry.

Y/N was on the brink of panic. Although her appetite had been lost, she really had no energy to stop two grown men from brawling on her kitchen floor. Plus, seeing Harry had awoken some sort of vacuum in her; she didn't know if she still had feelings for him or if his presence was just something that bugged her. It was all overlapping inside her and she was definitely confused.

“Ni, stop,” She stretched her arm out to touch his chest, preventing him from moving any further. Y/N was glad when he looked down at her and nodded at her request. “It’s not worth it.”

“Ni? Didn’t know you guys were that close,” Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes to the side. It was no question that Harry was battling with a defense mechanism to care for the dull pain throbbing in his chest. It helped him feel a little less hurt.

Y/N whipped her head at him, her hair slicing through the air with how fast she turned. “You should leave.”

“Why? So you could go back to fucking each other?” Harry retorted, bitterness drowning the words he’d released.

“We weren’t fucking, H” Niall’s accent rung through but he was interrupted, “Shut the fuck up, Horan. I thought you were my friend.”

“I am your friend,” Niall said, confused at his accusations. Harry chuckled sarcastically, raising his brows suggestively.

“Friends don't kiss each others’ girlfriend,” Y/N coughed from the side. Harry stared at her with a shift in his eyes. “Ex-girlfriend,”

Niall was rendered speechless. There was some truth in his words and he couldn’t help but feel an ounce of guilt bubbling inside of him. He pursed his lips, in the thought of how fucked up everything really was.

“You’re one to talk, aren’t you?” Y/N spat, squinting her eyes into slits while she watched his facial expression go from one of being snide to realization and finally, guilt. “Weren’t you the one that kissed my sister? Left me for my own family?”

“I-i” He stuttered. There was no excuse for what he did. As much as he was itching to talk to her about what happened between, being put on the spot right now made him realize how fricking unprepared he was from the questions she would throw at him.

“You what? Got anything else to say,” She gestured to the exit of her place, “cause you can always just leave, oh wait,”

“See, this is exactly why I left you,”

Both Niall and Y/N held their breaths. Did he really just say that to her?

“Leave.”

Harry smirked at her, “Oh come on Y/N. I was only kidding,” And right now, he couldn’t even answer why he was such a taunting asshole at this moment. He wanted to wipe that stupidly, arrogant curve off of his face but he couldn’t do it no matter how much he forced himself to.

“I’m sure it was funny, wasn’t it?” She questioned with a fresh intensity within her. “Bet you laughed about it with Dani, right? Poor, stupid Y/N was a fool once again,”

Harry’s hardened features dwindled slowly from the somber tone of her voice, and he felt a smidge of empathy for her-- much more than what he felt prior. Niall, too, had gaped at her with his mouth partially open. She had never opened up to him fully, he understood-- but seeing her right now at her most vulnerable time; it only made him want to hold her in his arms and protect her from anything that was out to hurt her fragile heart.

“Y/N, that’s not what I meant--,” Harry waved his hands in a cross to emphasize his words.

“Then what did you mean? Did you even mean it when you said you loved me? I want to believe that you did, but you’re making it harder for me to have faith in you,”

“I did love you, Y/N! I do love you,” He gasped out, “I didn’t know why I did that and I swear to you I blame myself every day and night because of what happened to us,”

Y/N agreed with him; he should blame himself for their destroyed relationship. “I mean, who’s fault did you think it was?” She scoffed.

Harry flattened his lips in order to stop himself from saying something rude. “I get it, okay? It’s my fault, you don’t need to rub it in my face,”

“Are you hearing yourself right now?”

Y/N ranted--to both Niall and Harry-- about how she felt. Every word that she spoke held a determined aura to them that shook all of them to the very core. Her emotions were raw and most importantly-- they were valid. She was hurt--she still is-- because of Harry and she felt that he needed to see her broken and shattered because of his actions before she pulled herself out of the abyss and thrive without him.

“You left me for my own goddamn sister and you come in here acting as if you didn't! You have absolutely no right in telling Niall and I what we should or shouldn’t be doing because you’re not my boyfriend anymore,” She lowered her voice, “You’re not mine anymore and I’m not yours, so, please. Do us both a favor and leave,”

“Y/N, i--”

“No! I’m not gonna stand here and listen to you give me a bullshit apology when I could be doing other things,” And in a moment of grandeur, she gestured to Niall immobilized beside her, “You’re such a shitty person right now. I really did love you, Harry,”

“W-we could give it another shot,” Harry uttered, voice as deep as the Mariana’s.

“I feel like I’m talking to a brick wall,”

“But Y/N, we were good together weren’t we?”

“Us? We may have a past but we have no future together. You didn’t want me when we were together, what makes you think I’ll come back to you again?” She was deeply enthralled with his ability to stand by his words, whether they were lies or not--she didn’t know, but she applauded him nonetheless.

“I’ll beg on my knees if that’s what it takes. I will give you everything that you want, Y/N. Please,” He clasped his large hands in a silent plead.

Before, she would’ve taken him back in a heartbeat. Now, she couldn’t help but feel bile rise up her throat, a foul taste lingering on her tongue because Harry had become so desperate to not become lonely that he had thrown away all pride and ego just for a glimpse of love again.

“You’re pathetic, Harry.” She concluded, looking down on him as if he was the most unwanted person ever. And to her, he is someone that she wanted out of her life completely.

“You don't mean that,” Harry croaked, his voice actually cracking with pain, “You’re hurting me, Y/N.” Tears welled up in his green orbs and fell down his pink cheeks from the heat of his body.

“You hurt me too, Harry.” Y/N pointed out to which he nodded sadly, “Guess we’re even, huh?”

His gaze lingered on her face while he muttered a silent goodbye, walking backward and trusting his legs not to make him trip and embarrass him. He kept his focus on her, memorizing every detail on her face; what he would give to comb his fingers through her hair. He scoured her apartment, and with each corner, he visualized the memories they spent together. The flour fights in the kitchen while baking, the sweet spoon-feeding to taste Y/N’s new recipe-- he saw it all in a brief flash of a few seconds. Everything was in slow motion to Harry.

Flickering back his attention to her, arms crossed with a satisfied raise of her brows, he feared that it would be the definite last time that he would see her beautiful face. There was no way that she would let him come close to her, especially not now when he acted like such a jerk and an asshole when she was being true to her feelings.

“I guess we are.”

The door opened and softly shut. It was quiet.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Y/N shyly admitted, rubbing her hands on the side of her arms. Niall smiled at her gently and told her that it was okay.

He leaned in for a hug and she gladly accepted his warm embrace, “I’m so proud of you. Makes me wanna protect you more,” Y/N closed her eyes at the thump of his heartbeat, humming against his chest.

“Really?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N looked up at his face and maybe it was the lighting, but the light surrounding his head crowned him with a glowing halo. Y/N decided that despite the long way she had to get back on her feet again, she would be just fine. Especially with an angel standing by her side through it all.

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Chapter 11 - Surprises

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The ship came into rest with a familiar jarring thud that meant the magnetic docking clamps locking them into place had activated, a softer thud was heard as a ramp was extended to their cargo bay so they could leave the ship. The atmosphere in the ship was light as the crew finally got their shore leave and after the events of the previous two weeks, everyone was eager to get of the ship.

“If I so much as see you lifting that arm above your head, trying to lift anything heavy at all, or exerting yourself in anyway, I will keep you in the medbay until further notice!” Aengal stared at him dead in the eyes, walking past him down the ramp,

“A concussion, three cracked ribs, and a torn rotator cuff. Yet apparently, it’s a good idea to let you off the ship. But no, what do I know? I’m just the medical officer who can sense pain and is from a race that is known to be healers. No one ever listens to me!”

Vahatu chuckled and winced in pain as he did so, he held the railing gently walking down the ramp,

“Don’t worry so much, I’m just going to the market”

Aengal shook his head and turned to the captain as he got to the bottom of the ramp,

“You better find us a high paying job next time, I want Nano-reconstruction vats and two of them. The way this crew is going I’m going to need to rebuild somebody soon.”

The captain barked a laugh at this and then turned to the crew, “Alright everyone, go and have fun, just remember to meet at the coordinates on your communicators in one revolution of the station”.

 Slugs had gone with Vahatu, settling on an impressively large albeit oddly shaped form to help break the crowd so that he wouldn’t be jostled as they braved the market.

“Your forms are getting a lot bigger than what they used to be when I first joined, are you nearing critical mass yet?”

Slugs looked up from the store they were at with his two eye stalks that currently lay above his head, looking as shocked as an anamorphous mass of limbs could,

“You know about that? Soon, soon I think, I have maybe five or six rotations but I’m not sure.”

Vahatu looked up at the beastly Slugs trying to figure out how to phrase his question when Slugs opened a cavity in his body and reached into himself, pulling out a flashing communicator,

“We forgot about the meeting, we’ll have to finish this later else we’ll be late!”

Without giving permission Vahatu found himself being cradled like a hatchling by several arm-like appendages as Slugs flew them over the crowds in mismatched wings to the rest of the crew.

Mantis looked up at the sign to the establishment they now stood warily in front of,  

“Ben you know this is a human only bar” “No It’s not, don’t worry!” “There’s literally a sign there with a big red cross through a picture of an alien”

Everyone looked up as slugs landed with an embarrassed and harassed looking Vahatu, using his tail to steady himself he stood up adjusting the brace his arm was in. The captain shook his head at the two,

“Alright everyone let’s get this over with”

The captain however did look up at the bar with unease in his eyes.

 They walked through the door into a small room filled with shoes and jackets, the noise of the patrons inside could be heard here.

“Alright if you’re wearing shoes and jackets take them off, this is an old-fashioned place, and put any weapons you have in the lockers over there.” “Wonderful, let’s all go into a den full of predators unarmed, while our resident brawler is still in bandages” Catakah the Avisxian male said in despair as he hung up his gun, gesturing in Vahatu’s direction who was standing uneasily. His arm in a brace, half of his head wrapped in reactive bandages, along with multiple other parts of his body covered in a mixture of bandages and fake skin spray.

The captain looked around in resignation as he opened the door not helping the crew unease,

“Let’s get this over with then.”

 The door opened out wide and the crew walked in. The bars noise was unbelievable, nothing close to the recruitment centres Vahatu had spent time in.

Then in went silent. Every pair of predatory human eyes set upon the crew. Vahatu’s scales lit up in fear.

Sciaal once again attempted to blend into the wall but his trembling form could still be made out,

“This is it we’re all dead”

A large man stood up from behind a table and pointed towards them, shouting to something behind the bar,

“Maaaa, that bloody navy boy is back again!” from behind the bar four spidery long metallic legs appeared, they eased themselves around the bar, and as they cleared the messy countertop on top sat a small fragile looking human. Grey haired and with thick glasses she stared at the newcomers, “Is that my nephew? Why are you standing there come give your aunty a kiss!”

The room exploded with laughter and noise again as the Captain walked over and kissed his aunt’s cheek, he then took turns introducing each of the crew to the amusement of them.

“How can you let your crew get hurt like this, and now you’re making him stand and even walk, do you have no heart? I know you weren’t raised like this.” She rolled her eyes at the captain and started to coo over Vahatu as she walked over to him, firmly leading him to one of the chairs by a group of humans despite his protests. She looked over at each of them, “Now be nice, this poor thing is hurt and can’t stand for long”

She walked back to the captain and hit him with the cloth that was previously lying over her shoulder as the one human looked at Vahatu, pulsing a steady scared state, his eyes growing wide as he saw Vahatu change colour,

“Holy nightmare, with a night light.”

 The captain looked around pleased as he saw his crew being led away in different directions in varying states of apprehension by the patrons of the bar, they would be fine here, so he wasn’t worried, but still he listened in to the various conversations going on,

“Do they flash by themselves?” “Are you biologically related to an earth Mantis in anyway?” “You’re so cute and soft! I used to have budgies!” “Oh, change into me next please, pleeeaassseeee!” “You’re such a beautiful colour though!” “Are you willing to share research notes on medical practices, with varying species?”

 Wolfs sat down with Ben and the Captain at a booth as the Old lady walked around and lowered the legs of her spidery walker so they could fit under the table,

“Why you don’t ever come visit, I’m here all alone you know?”

She reached up absentmindedly and started to scratch the back of Wolfs head, he looked completely shocked at this action but didn’t go to stop her as Ben started snickering,

“I’m busy you know that… I’m only here to collect the other two anyways,”

Wolfs having forgotten the initial shock was loving the attention, almost catatonic sitting with his eyes half closed and a large canine grin on his face as his ears were scratched.

“Yes, yes, I know, I had to let them stay in the attic! They’re still wanted all over the city for that business a while ago, the syndicate wanted to storm this place, how dare they!? But we showed them what would happen.”

Ben let out a low whistle as he looked at the wall the old lady gestured to with the ‘trophies’ from half a dozen species hanging amidst the flags from earth.

“But they’re not here now, they said they’ll meet you at your ship after they dealt with some business.”

The captain looked annoyed at this information but didn’t say anything. He turned to watch the crew interacting with the other humans of the bar whist Ben was assaulted by questions by the old lady, he smiled as he caught her talking about her beautiful daughter who Ben should meet the next time he’s in town. The crew had finally loosened up and were mingling nicely, he just hoped no one agreed to do any favours, while the patrons were all good-hearted people, his aunts bar was also a renowned home for smugglers and mercenaries.

 They left some time later chatting excitedly as they walked down the dark and narrow passages to get back to the ship, all in varying states of agreement that humans were decidedly very strange.

Leonidas’s Shield stood tall over the last few stalls in front of them, when Wolfs looked around and lowered his voice,

“We’re being followed” “Not by a very good pursuer it seems though”

Ben rolled his eyes chuckling in his very inebriated state, as the shadow jumped behind a wall when he turned to look.

“Why you humans obsess with putting Ethanol into your bodies is beyond me” Aengal said as he looked around, “Let’s just get to the ship before we do anything about it” the captain laughed in good spirits.

 They arrived at the ship to find a red-haired man, slight of frame sitting in a bomber jacket on the ramp staring at a holopad, as they approached he stood up and enveloped Ben and the Captain in a bear hug, in an explosion of noise and conversation that the translators couldn’t pick up fast enough. Ben turned to introduce the crew but was halted by a gesture from the man,

“I’m hoping that your time spent in space hasn’t left you lacking your skills David my lad!” He barked out a laugh speaking in a strong Irish accent even through the translators, Captain David Balme rolled his eyes at the statement,

“No Niall, I knew we were being followed. She, however, does need to work on her skills.”

Niall let out another laugh and spoke into a communicator that was grafted into his wrist, “Alright Christine, come on out you were spotted.”

A woman came around the corner dressed in all black she pulled off the hood that covered her face, revealing a mass of shockingly green hair that rolled off her shoulders.

“No fair, I thought I did good that time.”

Ben looked at the girl and started laughing,

“We saw you as soon as we stepped out the door, Christy! That hair isn’t hard to miss when you forget to tuck it away.”

She looked up at Ben with anger in her eyes,

“You know what Ben, how about you shove it up-“

The Captain looked around sharply as she was about to finish,

“Christine! Finish that sentence I dare you.”

Her expression switched instantly, she looked down and pouted, but gave Ben a sideways glance filled with irritation as she spoke,

“Sorry about that Dad.”

Balme picked her up in a bear hug absolutely beaming with a grin splitting his face.

The crew stood their shocked except for Omni and Aengal, Vahatu radiated purple in confusion. The Captain looked at this crew and sighed.

“Alright let’s go in everyone and I’ll explain this mess.”

[niall-is-my-dream]

You & Me - Part Seven

2400 words

Callie's POV

Saturday 2nd September 2017 Stockholm, Sweden

You arrived at the hotel in Sweden just after 10am and checked yourself in with the team. Everything for this trip had been meticulously organised so even though near on 20 people were checking in, it actually went smoothly. Niall had a few interviews straight away, so he had gone straight to them and you were heading down to the venue to get organised. The show wasn't until tomorrow, but Martin always liked to get in early to view the venue even if you couldn't set up until the next day.

Martin said you'd only be a few hours and then you could all come back for lunch and a bit of free time.

You kept your distance from Niall while you were all travelling together, after getting caught by Deo and Tara the other night, you couldn't risk any more people finding out about you two. It was now out in the open amongst your close friends and they had assured you that they wouldn't mention it to anyone. Tara in particular understood your worry, she wouldn't tell anyone at work.

The venue wasn't far from the hotel and you spent about an hour walking around with the tour team discussing the agenda for tomorrow. There would be no need to set up anything today so your afternoon was free. Your stomach rumbled and you couldn't wait to get back to the hotel for lunch.

When you were in the car on the way back to the hotel you received a text from Niall.

"A few of us are going sight seeing and for lunch. What time will you be done with the walk around?"

"Already done, just in the car on the way back now."

"We are about 20 mins away. Want to join us for a bit of sight seeing?"

"Sounds good, who's going?"

"The lads and Tara."

"We are just pulling up at the hotel."

"Ok, I'll come to your room for a kiss before we go."

"Oh will you now?!"

"Yeah, I need one. It feels like forever since I had one."

"It was only last night!"

"That's ages ago. I missed you last night, my bed was lonely."

"Poor boy, ok I'll see you in a bit. Room 146 x"

You'd stayed the night at his Thursday, but with the early get up time for the flight you'd not stayed last night with him. Although he'd begged you to, you didn't think it was a good idea to try and get home in the early hours of Saturday morning. And it definitely wouldn't have been a good idea to be collected from Nialls, that wasn't exactly keeping it a secret.

Making your way to your room when you arrived back, you took the time to freshen up, throwing on a clean top before answering a message from Bex. A low knock at your door sounded Nialls arrival. Finishing your reply to Bex, you put your phone down on the side and opened the door.

"Thought you weren't going to answer then!" He said as he walked in your room.

"Wasn't that long! And anyway I was replying to a message from Bex."

"Well, we have about ten minutes before we have to be down in the lobby to meet everyone and I don't want to waste a second of our alone time."

He had a massive shit eating grin on this face as he made his way towards you. Within minutes you were a tangled mess of limbs laying on your bed, his hands wandering up your top to caress your skin, his lips peppering kisses along your neck.

"Mmm you smell so fucking good." He mumbled against your skin.

The weight of his body against you was something that you loved. He always wanted to be as close as possible. Your fingers wandering through his soft brown hair, running down his back and giving it a little scratch.

"Love it when you do that." He whispered and you smiled against his mouth.

A sharp loud knock at the door brought you out of your trance. Niall looked at you as you mouthed "no idea".

The pair of you stood up and Niall went into the bathroom and shut the door. Straightening your top out and tidying up your hair you looked through the peep hole. It was Kyle and Adam, part of the crew.

"Hi guys." You said as you opened the door.

"Hi Callie, a few of us are heading out for lunch if you want to join us?" Adam said.

"Ah thanks, but I already said I'd head out with Tara and the lads."

"No worries love." Kyle replied in his strong Yorkshire accent. "Didn't want you to be alone."

"That's appreciated thank you, but luckily I get on well with Tara so she invited me along."

"Yeah she's great, look we might head down to the bar next door for a beer later, come along if you want to." He added.

"I'll see what time we get back this afternoon, think we might do some sightseeing to."

And with a few quick goodbyes, the lads left and you closed the door.

Following a few minutes behind Niall, you made your way down to the lobby and over to the band, Tara and Basil, Nialls security guy who were waiting for you. You decided to all head out towards the centre of town and find somewhere to eat as you were all starving. Choosing to walk a bit behind with Tara, you soon fell into comfortable conversation. You really liked Tara. She was funny, kind and great company. You'd often hang out with her and some of the other girls when you were travelling doing shows.

Less than five minutes down the road and you had your first encounter with some fans. Niall was kind and sweet to them, giving them his autograph and posing for a picture. It was still strange to witness a situation like this. Niall was so laid back and "normal" that you forgot he was a multimillionaire pop star with nearly seven years experience of the industry. He was a true performer and you weren't going to lie, watching him in on stage was mesmerizing.

He turned to offer you a quick smile before you all carried on walking down the street. Spotting a cute restaurant some five minutes later, Tara took the lead and went inside while you and the others stood by the door. Basil was having a quick look around the place and you could tell he was trying to work out if it was private enough for you all.

When Tara emerged she seemed happy, they had a table that would accommodate you all and it would be private. Niall didn't expect special treatment when he went out, but if he could find somewhere that would allow him to not be stared at all the time then he would prefer that obviously.

You took a seat at the end of the table next to Gerry and saw Niall raise his eyebrows at you. If you were going to keep this a secret then you would need to keep your distance at times. Plus you were out in the open, anyone could see you and you had no doubt that Niall wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself.

After ordering your food, you and Gerry began talking about music and gigs you had been to. He was really interesting to talk to, you hadn't had much time to sit with him one to one. The funniest thing was seeing Niall out the corner of your eye, he kept looking at you, trying to get your attention. You pretended you couldn't see him, he would have all your attention later.

Gerry was great company down the end of the table, with Conor and Jake in front of you both. You could see why Niall had chosen to work with them. You decided to give Niall a quick glance and could see him happily talking with John.

The food in the restaurant was really good, you'd ordered some mushroom ravioli, hoping you would fuel yourself up ready for a spot of sight seeing. The discussion soon came up of what to do next, agreeing just to have a walk about and see where you ended up.

When you'd paid up and Niall had had his photograph taken with the restaurant staff you headed out. Linking arms with Tara you both took the lead. You had a good look around the city, taking in the sights and having a look in some of the shops.

The weather was warm, so you decided to all stop for ice cream at this old fashioned looking shop.

"What flavour are you getting babe?" He asked you, his hand on the small of your back. He paused as if he realised how coupley that may have looked in front of people. But no one battered an eyelid.

Tara raised her eyebrows though, when she saw Niall stroke his fingers across your back. She cleared her throat and Niall moved his hand away when he realised what he was doing. A small smile appeared on her lips as you looked at her.

After getting your ice creams and realising you'd been walking for hours, you decided to walk back to the hotel making sure to keep your distance from Niall. He was spotted by some more fans on the way, three girls who excitedly took photos with him and said they were going to the show tomorrow.

Saying your goodbyes to everyone and getting a sneaky side glance from Niall, you made your way up to your room and collapsed on your bed. You had intended to use the gym this afternoon but your legs were aching from walking. You'd just kicked off your shoes and got comfy on the bed intending to take a nap when there was a knock on the door. You groaned as you got up, shuffling your way over to answer it.

Niall stood there looking all handsome and cute, immediately noticing the tired look on your face.

"Too much sight seeing?!" He asked as he came in and shut the door.

"Mmm was just going to take a nap. Want to join me?" You replied as you sat on the edge of the bed.

"God yes." He mumbled as he undid his jeans and slid them off.

"What sort of nap were you thinking I meant Ni?!" You smirked.

"Get your mind out the gutter Cal, I'm not sleeping in my jeans!"

He made a good point, luckily you'd come off your period, so hadn't got your comfy granny type knickers on. His eyes looked you up and down as he saw your lacy black thong when you took off your jeans to.

"Jesus." He whispered.

"Close your mouth." You giggled as you climbed into bed.

Shrugging his shoulders, he didn't even looked embarrassed by his remark. He climbed in bed beside you, laying so you were facing each other. His hand stroked across your hip as you tangled your legs together.

"Wish I could have held your hand today when we were out." He whispered.

"I know, I don't expect you to be able to do that with me."

"Just not easy for me to do normal things like that with who I'm seeing."

"It's ok." You replied leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Moving your mouth slowly over his, you licked across his lower lip with your tongue. His reaction was instant, his hands gripping your hips, fingers sliding up your t-shirt. Your hands that had been resting on his chest, stroked across his cheek and to the nape of his neck. His smell was intoxicating, every time he got close to you or kissed you, you felt yourself falling for him more and more.

When his fingers trailed down your stomach and toyed with the top of your knickers, you rolled your hips against him indicating that you wanted more. He could feel your arousal as he dipped his fingers between your folds. His lips had left yours and were nipping and kissing at your neck, the hot pants of his breath showing how much he was enjoying himself.

Simultaneously gliding two fingers inside you and using his palm to rub your clit, you were a mess within minutes. Teetering on the edge of your orgasm you rolled your hips against his fingers.

"You look so fucking good right now." He said breathlessly, and you knew he was aroused.

A whimper trembled on your lips as you felt yourself crumble. Gripping his shirt on his shoulders, eyes tight shut, his name falling from your lips in a whisper.

Both of you were breathless, easing his fingers from you, brushing his thumb over your sensitive nub. A shudder ran through your body as you came down from your high. His kisses were tender across your neck and up to your cheek.

When you finally opened your eyes, you could see him staring at you. Placing another few kisses across your cheek he whispered softly to you. "Now for that nap."

You had no idea how long you had both been asleep, but you were warm and cosy in the safety of his arms when you did. Managing to scoot out without waking him you hurried to the bathroom. When you emerged he was sitting up, the quilt pooled around his waist, rubbing the sleeping of his eyes.

He pulled back the cover, and patted the spot where you had slept. Crawling up the bed you settled yourself back in the warmth. His arm slid around your back, thumb stroking across your exposed skin.

"What do you have planned for tonight?" He asked.

"Lads said they might go to the bar next door to grab a drink later. What are you up to?"

"Was thinking about a date night actually."

"A date?"

"Yeah, well I figured we should probably have a date."

"Um, how will that work?"

"Well, we can stay here, half dressed, watch a movie, eat room service and drink wine."

You smiled and nudged his shoulder with yours. "Sounds perfect."

Part Eight

https://niall-is-my-dream.tumblr.com/post/182974989358/you-me-part-eight

[littledreamybeth]

Can you feel my love?

I usually didn’t plan to write anything for a while but then this concept popped up :D Hope you enjoy it! Please, leave feedbacks behind! It’s not that difficult to write one little sentence. Tell me if you liked it or not, that’s already enough for me :) Thx <3 (both pictures are not mine!!!)

Nothing better could ever describe the feeling of coming home to the person you love the most and letting yourself being wrapped in their arms, drowning yourself in the warmth of their body after a long day at work.

Once Harry unlocks his front door and steps into the safety and security of his apartment, he lets out a relieved sigh. Spotting his girlfriend sitting cosily on his couch, wearing one of his sweaters and munching on a crisp from the package in her hand while watching another episode of Friends, a smile makes its way on his lips. Throughout the day he has missed her so much. His day has started by waking up early in the morning and not being able to say goodbye to his love who still was sleeping by that time he had to leave to the studio, staying there till the late hours of the day. Of course, Harry couldn’t bring himself to wake her up- she looks very cute when she sleeps- so he let her dwell longer in the land of dreams, giving her a kiss on her forehead before he went off.

“Welcome back!” He hears her voice calling from the living room.

Striping off his boots from his feet, he strolls to his girlfriend who still has her eyes glued on the TV screen. With an exhausted sigh, he lets himself falling smoothly onto her body, being already awaited by the longing arms of Y/N. She catches him and presses his head gently against her chest.

“Hey, love,” Harry mumbles, enjoying the sensation that her fingers leave behind when they brush through the long strands of his hair. He hums contently, burying his face closer into her chest. The soft beating of her heart hitting his ear is enough to lull him to sleep.

“How was work?” Y/N inquires.

“Tiring. Had a meeting in which we settled the tour days, interviews and stuff.  Sat in this conversation hall for hours.”

“Awww, my poor baby,” Y/N remarks with a giggle.

“The boys say hello. Niall’s invited us for barbecue for some time. Thinks we all need to get together before tour starts again. Would be lovely to hang out, I think.”

“It definitely would. I have some leftovers in the fridge and if you’d like I can warm them up.”

Harry shakes his head. “Had something to eat already. Went out with ma pals once I finally got out of that hell of studio.”

“Drama queen.”

Harry lifts up his head and rolls his eyes at her. “What were you up to all day? Sorry I couldn’t text you that much. Like I’ve said, I was trapped between those four walls.”

“It’s okay,“ Y/N says, petting his hair. “Nothing much actually. I’ve gone shopping with Ella and we had lunch together at some restaurant. Came back home and haven’t left the couch since.”

Y/N has been busy with college and studying that she had no chance to relax properly. Now that she has finally finished all her exams, she thought she rewarded herself with a lazy afternoon on the couch while watching her favourite series.

She earns a nod from him. “Missed you...”

“I missed you too, Harry.” Her lips meet his forehead. She feels his body getting heavier on hers and notices that he’s at the verge of falling asleep on her. Not that she would ever complain, she actually loves to watch him a lot when he sleeps but Harry seems so tired and fatigued from his day, it would be better for him to go to bed right now.

Before she can address her thoughts to him, Harry gets up and kisses her lips gently.

“I’m off to bed, love,“ he informs her. “Don’t stay awake for long, okay?”

“Will do. Let me just watch this episode and then I’ll join you.”

She watches him passing the corner of the hall and after turning left he’s out of her sight.

Not an hour later, she silently opens the door to their bedroom, only to catch her angel lying in between the comfy white sheets of their bed.

(Note: Imagine Harry with long hair)

Her hear melts to the sight. Every day she falls more in love with this man and there are even times in which she really questions if he’s real or just a product of her imagination. But he’s real than a human could ever be. He’s a blessing to this world, she’s figured this out long time ago.

She strips out of her clothes and slips next to Harry.

His hair is sprawled all across the pillow, even masking a little bit of his face and soft snores escape his slightly open lips. What a true honour it is to witness him in this vulnerable state. After one year of dating, Y/N still can’t believe that the Harry Styles from One Direction has chosen to love her, and only her. She’s no one famous with no special reputation, just a normal girl from London but with a personality as golden and pure as it ever could be- enough to attract Harry’s attention.

She brushes his curls from his face and observes his features. Her heart doing flips while she watches him.

“My sleeping beauty,” she whispers softly in his ear. Harry doesn’t stiff at all. He sleeps hard like a stone. One of her hand glides around his bare stomach, tightening its hold on him while her other hand caresses his messy hair. Her face bents forward, letting her lips meeting the base of his jaw where she puckers tiny little kisses on the soft skin.  

“I love you so much,” she tells him. She really loves to murmur sweet nothings in his ear while he sleeps. By this way, she often gets the courage to tell him unspeakable things which she would never say to him out of embarrassment even though there is nothing she has to feel uncomfortable about. What she doesn’t know is that Harry sometimes-if he isn’t tired enough- pretends to be falling asleep just because he absolutely adores listening to the wonderful things she says that build him up.

Harry mostly radiates self-confidence but even he has his insecurities as well.

“You’ve worked so hard on your dreams and I’m so proud how far you’ve come. Despite all the media attacks, all the fame and all the stress you go through every day, you still manage to keep your feet on the ground and I really admire that. I love how you try to make people happy, I love how you try to make up your time for sick children and teenagers only to put a smile on their faces. I love how you try to make their wishes to meet you come true. You support so many communities and charities, Harry, people like you rarely exist in this world. They try to break you but you reach out to them with kindness. You have such a large fan base that’s got your back, even elder people do like you Harry, I really adore this. I recently saw a post on Instagram in which a girl describes how much her father likes you and your music and I kind of had to laugh about it. It’s adorable.”

She nuzzles her face on his shoulder blade. “I love your freaky side, the way you try to entertain people and make them laugh. I love your serious side and how you always put the ones you love first, also when it comes to their safety. But I also love your vulnerable side, you may think that it’s not normal for men to cry but it is. It is okay to feel down at times. We’re all human beings. Even Harry Styles.”

Kissing the skin of his shoulder, she continues.

“Thank you for everything you do for me. I’ve never fell for somebody as hard as I fell for you. You make me feel so special and so loved. You showed me the wonderful side of this world. I owe you for a lifetime. There is no place I ever want to be except by your side.”

Being slightly overwhelmed by her emotions, Y/N suppresses the tears in her eyes.

“I’ll see you in the morning, H,” she yawns, feeling her limbs slowly getting heavier, cuddling closer against him, her front meeting his back.

“Goodnight, my shining star.”

[harrywavycurly]

You were sitting in a big comfy chair far away from the bustling party mindlessly scrolling on your phone when it happened. You felt the sudden coldness on your lap before noticing it was now damp as well. That’s when you realized it was in fact someone’s glass of what seemed to be something made with whiskey that had managed to be spilled all over your new skirt. Before you could really register what happened you saw a pair of hands reaching over with a stack of napkins trying to dry you off.

“Uh normally people take me to dinner before they start messing with my skirt.” You joked and instantly the hands stopped moving. So you took this opportunity to let your eyes roam up to their wrists, past their nicely toned arms and finally reaching their face that held probably the most shocked and embarrassed expression you’d ever seen.

“Jesus Harry, leave ya alone fo five minutes and you’ve gone and spilled ya drink all over dis poor girl.“ your head turned in the direction that a thick Irish accent was coming from. “Dis is why da drinkin age is twenty one in da states. Coz blokes like you who can’t handle themselves.” You laughed at his statement, the owner of the voice was soon standing behind the man you now learned was Harry, he was getting a slap on the back by the Irishmen.

“It was an accident, I’m so sorry by tha way. Didn’t see the rug and it just tripped me up a bit. I can buy you a new skirt.” You noticed how slow and deep his voice was, it made you want to giggle at how it was like he carefully thought out each word before saying it.

You looked at the pair of men standing next to you and if you were half as tipsy as the rest of the girls were at the party you probably would’ve been immediately attracted to either of them. Harry was too heavily inked for your liking but you appreciated the art none the less. While the Irish one could easily rock the overly processed blonde on the tips of his hair you couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t like the brunette color of his roots, it suited his bright blue eyes a bit better. You gave them both a reassuring smile as you looked down at Harry’s hands that were now just resting on top of your knees.

“I will just wash it, but thank you for your offer.” You saw Harry look as if he was waiting for you to add something so you just placed a hand over his and gave it a pat. “It’s okay.” The Irish one laughed and took a swig of the beer he was holding.

“Gosh Harry not everyone jus throws clothes away when dey get sick of em, people actually do laundry ya know.” This made Harry roll his emerald green eyes as he stood up straight removing his hands from your lap.

“Piss off Niall, don’t you have some poor girl to harass or somethin?” You laughed as you finally figured out the Irish ones name, they both looked at you as you covered your mouth to muffle your laughter.

“You two here for the holidays?” You didn’t know why you were being nosey but these two seemed interesting and quite frankly you were bored out of your mind at this Christmas party. It was your aunt’s yearly shindig and you always just attended to be polite but normally you’d sneak away after an hour or so.

“We aren’t like together.” You couldn’t help but burst out in laughter at Harry’s comment that resulted in a smack upside the head from Niall.

“No shit Harry, god she’s not a bloody idiot. I tink she was jus asking why are we in town ya knob.” Harry’s eyes went wide and you saw his cheeks get a bit pink. You stood up and brushed the few chunks off ice off your lap and reached out your hands towards the both of them.

“Well it was lovely to meet you two, I’ve gotta get going now.” You saw Niall move his drink from one hand to the other so he could shake your left hand while Harry awkwardly gave your right hand a weird little hug with both of his giant hands.

You smiled at them before turning on your heels and heading for the door of the hotel lobby. You didn’t even make it a few feet before you heard someone calling your name. You soon felt a hand on your waist and a sloppy kiss to your cheek as the familiar scent of spearmint gum mixed with cigarets hit your nose.

“Where ya off to babe?” You cringed at his choice of pet names, he knew how much you hated them. You turned your head and rolled your eyes as you looked into his bloodshot red eyes. “Don’t give me that look, it’s the holidays! Be merry and bright and all that crap!” You couldn’t help but make a face of annoyance as he spoke, you knew he would be here because there was free food and booze involved.

“I’m heading home.” You snapped at him and when he tried to pull you closer you put both hands on his chest in attempts to push him away.

“Hey love, been lookin fo you.” You slowly turned your head as Harry’s deep slow drawl came up from behind you. When he shot you a wink you gave him a small smile. You felt the hand that was on your waist drop and soon it was replaced with Harry’s arm as he pulled you into his side. “Where did ya run off to? Niall wants to go look at the Rockefeller Tree, fancy joining him?” You looked up at Harry who was giving you such a big smile that you noticed a dimple appear.

“You hang out with Pop Star boyband members now?” You shot the drunk boy in front of you a weird look as he just rolled his eyes and laughed to himself as he stumbled away. You felt Harry loosen his grip on you as Niall appeared on the other side of you.

“Proper dick tha guy was, what ya doin wit a lad like em for anyways?” Niall’s eyes were glued to the back of the guys head as he watched to make sure he didn’t turn around a head back over to you. “Needs ta learn some manners.” He added before finally looking over at you and giving you a smile.

“He’s an ex of mine, always been an asshole actually.” You answered and when you saw him just nod his head you looked at Harry and then back at Niall with a big grin. “Did you two really want to go look at the Rockefeller tree?” You asked and Niall just shrugged and looked up at Harry.

“I mean we should probably leave, we did sort of crash this party.” You bent over in laughter causing Harry and Niall to give you weird looks, out of all the holiday parties going on in New York City of course they crashed your aunts.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell my aunt.” You explained as you finally managed to get your laughter under control. You saw the two of the exchange looks before looking back down at you. “Well let’s go boys.” You felt Harry drop his arm from your waist as you turned and headed for the door.

“Your aunt is hosting dis party? She must be bloody loaded they had proper pints of Guinness at da bar.” You laughed as you grabbed your coat from the woman who was managing the check in station, she’s been working these holiday parties since you could remember.

“She does well for herself i guess you could say, the Guinness was my idea since she has clients from Ireland who come to town just for the party.” You slipped on your coat as Harry held the door open for you. The cold night air made you pull your coat a little closer to your body.

“I could marry ya right here and now jus fo that love.” You laughed at his proposal as You linked your arms through both of theirs as the three of you headed towards the over crowded Christmas Tree.

You looked from Harry to Niall and as you were looking at their faces it finally clicked in your head. You knew who these two were, you found yourself wondering why the hell they were even hanging out with you but instead of questioning it you had something else in mind.

“So I have to ask.” You saw Harry shoot you a glance causing you to notice the tip of his nose and cheeks were turning pink. “Why doesn’t One Direction do the whole dancing thing? I loved watching *NSYNC dance around on stage when i was younger.” You heard Niall’s booming laugh coming from your left as Harry rolled his eyes.

“Just not what we do. We enjoy singing and Niall here plays the guitar so we just stick to what we know.” You just nodded your head and when the three of you could see the Tree in the distance you smiled, you’ve lived here a few years now but you still couldn’t get over how beautiful the city was during the holidays.

“You from here love?” You looked at Niall who was now just full on holding your hand and giving it a good squeeze, you were sure it was because you had gloves on and his bare hand was freezing.

“I’m here for school, I’m from California.” You answered and you felt Harry unlink his arm from yours and throw it over your shoulder. “You two are cuddly little things huh?” You joked and Harry just rolled his eyes as Niall laughed.

“Have a feelin we’re gonna get along swell.” You smiled as Niall spoke and Harry just nodded in agreement. You saw Harry pull a gray beanie from his coat pocket and quickly throw it on covering the tops of his ears.

“So are you a fan of ours?” Harry asked as the three of you stood in front of the brightly lit tree, you were looking up trying to see the top and just shrugged.

“Pop music isn’t my favorite,” You turned your head and saw Niall snickering as Harry shot you a playful glare. “But that one guy in your band can really sing.” You teased and by this point Niall was full blown laughing.

“Dat one guy? Love dare are five of us in da band.” You just gave Niall a look of mock confusion before turning and looking at Harry who had a playful smirk on his face.

“Five? No way! You two are just the backup singers right?” You joked and soon you felt Harry pinch your shoulder causing you to flinch a little and Niall to shoot him a dirty look.

“Oi! Don’t go about pinchin and poken at er. She’s da reason i got a bloody good pint of Guinness in da states. Might as well be royalty.” You laughed as Niall let go of your hand and loosely wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Sorry fo disturbing the Princess.” Harry joked and Niall just nodded his head as he looked down at you and gave you a big smile.

“Princess, it fits.” You were surprised how much you liked the sound of the pet name coming from either of their mouths, you enjoyed the fact they didn’t call you love or now princess in a demeaning way, they were terms of endearment.

“I like it.” You stated as the three of you looked up at the tree and to be honest you felt like you could stay there in the middle of the two of them all night and be perfectly content.

Little did you know that night was the beginning of a friendship that would go on for years. You grew to trust and love them, even though at times you wanted to smack both of them upside the head. You became the one they would call when they were bored, drunk, couldn’t sleep or just needed a reminder that someone was there who cared.

You loved being around them but also enjoyed your time with them one on one. Harry was always there with a hug and a wise word or two when you needed it while Niall was always the one with a six pack in his hand and a shoulder to cry on while he threatened to end the life of whoever was causing your tears. You now couldn’t imagine your life without them, and it’s funny to think it all started at a Christmas party with a drink being spilled in your lap.

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10 “I Love You”’s Challenge

I’ve never even heard of this challenge tag thing that @narrymusings tagged me in but I’m into it so let’s go (in no order).

[Pick your 10 favorite “I love you”’s that you’ve ever written. They can be from any story, in any order, and you can use multiple ones from the same story if you want. They can be platonic or romantic or sexual or familial, they can be comedic or dramatic, they can be short or long. Just pick your ten favorite times that you’ve written a character telling someone that they love them.]

1. a salad with too much cheese

“Hey,” Harry says, turning to look over his shoulder, “you ever heard that joke about making tiny salads every time you eat a salad?”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Niall laughs, groaning playfully while leaning away from Harry.

Harry giggles and grabs Niall’s arm as it slides off of his waist, pulling him in close again.

“Love you, Ni.”

“I’ve always loved you, H.”

2. a humming in the restless summer air

“What’re you looking at?” Harry asks groggily, startling Niall.

“Thought you were sleeping,” he whispers back, brushing his thumb in an arch across Harry’s mid back.

“Was,” Harry confirms, “but not anymore. Do I have something on my face?”

“Eh,” Niall shrugs, “maybe just a bit of drool.” Harry opens his eyes and pouts at Niall, turning his head down towards the bed quickly to hide any evidence--there isn’t any, though. Niall was just teasing.

“I’m kidding ,” Niall chuckles. “You weren’t drooling.”

“It’s embarrassing ,” Harry whines, burying his face into Niall’s neck, rubbing his nose against his shoulder.

“Wait--are you saying that you do drool?”

Harry doesn’t say anything. Niall can feel him, still and tense, and laughs.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

“Cut it out,” Harry deflects, sitting up.

3. lovesick boys will write you lovesongs

“how did I get such a beautiful song out of you?” Niall isn’t sure if Harry is flirting, or if maybe he’s a bit pissed. He usually isn’t so blunt.

“don’t get cheesy on me, haz. it’s just a song.”

“It’s a love song,” Harry shoots back immediately, and he’s not wrong. It is.

“yeah,” Niall says. He doesn’t know what else to say.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye before you left. ”

4. something about the new year

“I like you, H. I really like you--love you, definitely. We’ve been best mates for ages now, spent the last five years living a dream together and sitting in each other’s pockets all the time, but with the hiatus I hardly got to see you and it sucked . I thought maybe I just missed all the stuff with the band--and I do miss the band--but I know I really missed you. Reckon I don’t know, like, what my sexuality is and all that, but I know I love you, H.”

Oh, that wasn’t really what Harry was expecting to come out of Niall’s mouth.

“I, uh,”

“Nah, it’s alright, H, you don’t have to feel the same. Like I said, I just-”

“I do, though,” Harry interrupted.

“You? You do what?” Niall watched Harry with wide eyes. Harry could see his eyes were watering, maybe from a cold breeze, or maybe because he thought he was just about to be rejected. Harry knew how much that hurt, definitely, and knew it took a lot for Niall to put himself out there the way he was, even if he was still a bit drunk.

“I mean, I feel the same. I think I always have.”

5. songs we wrote when we were drunk

“Is This Town about me?” Harry asked after taking a long swig of his drink.

“Fuck, mate,” Niall chuckled, shaking his head, “Haven’t you been listenin’? I keep saying it’s not about anyone in particular.”

“But it’s about me. It’s what you were playing in the studio before we kissed.”

“Before we did a lot more than kiss, you mean.” Niall quirked his eyebrow at Harry’s exasperated look.

“Yes, Niall,” he sighed, “before we kind of but not really fucked.”

“Yeah,” Niall shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Yeah…?” Harry questioned, watching Niall’s adam’s apple bob as he tilted his head back far and chugged the contents of the bottle.

“It’s about you, H.”

Harry’s bottle fell again the way it had in the studio, but this time there was nothing to stop it from rolling off the counter and spilling on the floor. He stepped around it to get to Niall, grabbing his face with both of his hands and kissing him hard before he could bitch at Harry to clean up his mess.

6. for years or for hours

“Niall,” he whispered in awe, “I can’t… I could never thank you enough for doing that.”

“It’s what you deserve. I could tell you were a kind soul--hell, this whole time you’ve been too nice to tell me to fuck off,” he chuckled, looking back down at the stone by their feet.

“I couldn’t have done that. I can’t do that.”

“I told you that you have the option to, though, really. You can leave me if you want. Carry on to rest, stay here without me, or…”

“Stay here with you,” Harry finished, slowly reaching out to Niall’s hand.

7. it starts like this, harmless and simple to fix

When Harry looked up, Niall was staring at him with tears in his eyes.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” he shook his head, looking down as he rubbed his eyes. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on or what you’re on about, but I love you. I love you.”

Harry chuckled, a large smile overtaking his face. “I know what I said is hard to believe, but oh god, I love you.”

8. we let our love ignite

“This could change everything you know,” Harry whispered, letting his words bounce off Niall’s lips.

“You and I both know we’ll still be the same, Haz,” Niall closed his eyes, “only now we’ll have a fancy thing to call it.”

“Do you think we’ll be in love?”

“I think we already were.” Niall wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and pressed himself the last centimeter necessary to press their lips together. It felt normal, Niall thought as Harry’s hands slid across his waist. Right.

9. secret love song

“That’s—it’s not that, Harry. You don’t understand,” he protested meekly.

“I don’t understand?! Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t understand. Sure, Niall, because I myself am not somebody who is in the media presence who had to come out and tell the entire fucking listening audience and everyone else in the world that I’m gay. I totally don’t understand how fucking terrifying it is to see the backlash and the hatefulness that some people express after finding out I like guys. Poor little Niall has a boyfriend that just doesn’t understand what he’s going through.”

“Harry, stop…” Niall whispered, covering his still downturned face in his hands.

“Why would I stop, Niall? Is it hurting you?” Harry asked, his voice cracking as his anger slowly melted away. “Am I starting to hurt you the way you’ve done to me every single time you’ve lied to me about letting people know we’re in love?”

“I’m sorry, you know I am. I’m really, really fucking sorry that I’m afraid. You deserve better than someone who can’t show you off, but I don’t care. I’m not giving you up for anything. I’m gonna tell them, just give me another few days. Let me tell my family, my friends, then I’ll tell anyone who wants to know. We won’t have to hide anymore.”

“Promise me, Niall.” Harry got out through gritted teeth. Niall wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and brought him into a sweet embrace. Niall kissed him like there was a goodbye looming in the distance, and maybe there was.

10. when we were young

At first they tried to keep a small space between them, both giving crooked, buzzed smiles to the small camera in the center of the booth. Then, Harry’s laugh filled the booth as he wrapped his arm around Niall’s shoulders and made a comment about not acting like such a stiff. The second picture was of Niall’s charmed look cast towards Harry while his head was tilted back in laughter. The third picture was taken when Harry’s head was facing Niall’s, a small smirk dancing on his lips, and the fourth captured Niall’s cheeks in a dark red blush as Harry connected their lips again for the first time in five years.

(not every “i love you” is verbal or blatant)

[paultoner]

Take a Bite of Niall Candy

From dancing onstage with Charli XCX, to working almost every party you wish you were on the guestlist for, meet the London based drag queen about to push the throttle on their career.

Glitz. Glam. Galore. These are the type of words which spring to mind when you’re about to meet up with one of London’s most exciting drag queens. But it’s early Sunday evening and I find myself at a desolate pub tucked behind Granary Square in Kings Cross. The kind of place firmly left behind as London’s nightlife suffocates in gentrification. I’m surrounded by kids aimlessly trying to entertain themselves whilst their dads use the penultimate hours of the weekend to have a well-deserved catch up with good ol’ Stella Artois.

Niall Candy’s look today is rather tame, but within our unfortunately bleak surroundings, he’s as subdued as a jock-strap plastered in Swarovski crystals. His milky complexion compliments the pale pink kawaii-printed shirt he’s wrapped himself in, his eyebrows half shaven, his dark curls concealed by a beret held put by three rather large bedazzled clips. “At the moment everything has to be pink” he confesses, “the hair has to be pink, the eye makeup has to be pink. I don’t know why but if I put on anything else I don’t really want to wear it and I don’t really want to go out.” He politely turns down my offer to buy him a drink, he’s not the first boy to do so. Thankfully this time it wasn’t due to my piss-poor chat up lines, but because of a heavy night before, hosting a party at the Ned Hotel in Bank, “I basically got payed to stand around and look pretty all night, it was great.”  

Essentially Niall Candy is the Clark Kent of drag (as if Superman could get any camper?) By day he’s a final year fashion journalism student at Central Saint Martins, where he’s about to embark on his final major project, “it’s a magazine basically like the Country Life, but full of drag queens.” By night, he’s one of the most innovative faces within London’s queer nightlife sphere. “I learnt a lot of my drag make-up style from my friends in Paris. The House of Morue. I lived out there for 6 and a half months” he tells me, “that’s where my boyfriend lives. And he does drag. So I kind of had my own style, then I was very inspired by their style which is very severe. Very Mugler woman. Then I took part of their style, part of what I was already doing and I think it works.”

Candy’s look has evolved from stepping out a Harajuku day dream with gentler, dainty male-drag looks, like a school boy after a growth spurt, to larger-than-life anime eyes reminiscent of a Lady Gaga, Hello Kitty inspired, shoot back in 2010. To now, a mutant woman, subverting the clichés of feminine beauty. Endearing, with a dash of sexual confusion. Carrying the elegance of a forgotten starlet spat straight out the mouth of Andy Warhol’s Factory.

Long before we felt the true effects of the Ru-pocalypse, when drag was catapulted straight into the mainstream all thanks to a little show called RuPaul’s Drag Race, Candy was already doing drag for a hot minute. Clad in pleather skirts, New Look wedged heals and a fringed wigs straight out of the bag, a fake ID was his gateway to amercing himself in the serotonin-washed bliss of the capital’s queer nightlife spaces, from Dollar Baby in London Fields and Hoxton’s East Bloc, all at the tender age of sixteen.

Growing up in Watford, he was the only out-gay pupil in a school of 2,400 students. He needed an escape from heteronormative lifestyle of mundane village reality. So he downloaded Twitter and got in contact with Smiley Vyrus, a new kid to the London drag scene at the time, who he began spending most weekends with. “I would not go to school and not say anything to anyone, get my friends to sign me in” he admits, slightly squeamish at his once irrational behaviour, “ I would just get the train straight into London and stay at someone’s house and go out for the weekend.”

Although, his now signature mug hasn’t always had a mesmeric hold, confessing many of the queens he has recently affiliated himself with didn’t recall meeting him in his premature days of drag. Partially due to his naive skill with the paintbrush, “it was terrible, like I had that brow, that Latina bam bam” gesturing at a brow arched over half of his forehead’s surface area. But for the most part, because of a four year hiatus Candy took away from the scene.

A drastic revaluation to his life choices, Niall decided to swap spending his time dating 24 year olds from North London for the books. He had a lot of catching up to do. For all those days in his first year of sixth form spent with a lipstick or a glass of champers in his hand as opposed to a pen, dedicating all his free time toward his studies, even missing close friends’ eighteenth birthday parties in preparation for his A-Level exams.

Speaking of eighteenth birthdays, it was only shortly after his when Niall’s family decided to emigrate to Canada, “I really didn’t want to do drag when I first got out there because I needed to like find a friend” he says, before breaking into an embarrassed giggle. Thankfully, he only spent a year across the Atlantic before returning back to London in time to enrol for Central Saint Martins, and reintroduce himself to all the pretty thrills of his drag closet.

Two years into validating drag as a viable career path, it’s only been within the last few months that the cheques have begun to write themselves, “those queens who think RuPaul has made [drag] a very acceptable thing to do, they’re the ones who think they’re gonna become instantly famous and make all that money straight away. I can tell you from experience, I’ve been doing drag consistently full time for 2 years, maybe 3 years? I don’t know it all rolls into one, enough drunken nights it’s just like a blur. I’ve only in the last 6 months started to make money. Like enough that I can actually survive.”

And who better to continue your drag journey with than your boyfriend? Although Candy isn’t quick to shrug off accusations of jealousy, “we both decided to do drag stuff at the exact same time, and now sometimes it’s a jealous motivation” he admits, “If you’re gonna look good. then I’m gonna look good as well. It pushes us both to work a lot harder, its two brains instead of one, I never have a look that I don’t run past him first.” He speaks of Timothy through a particular tenderness, a genuine admiration. Throughout our discussion this evening, I’m arrested by Niall’s sincerity. He gives me hope that once you get through a drag queen’s tough outer shell, they’re surprisingly sweet on the inside.

“He’s quite genuine in a city full of fakes, I’ve always been struck by his kindness”, says Bailey Slater, a fashion journalist who first met Niall at age fourteen, waiting in line for a Charli XCX gig, “he’s always been a great person to get advice from, a real sweet soul.”

Niall speculates a supportive family network is at the route of his kindred spirit. Raised on a random stew of Cher, Gwen Stefani and Dolly Parton “In our house Dolly is held to a level of godliness”, his brother, eleven years senior of Niall, played a key role in paving his queer influences. “My brother made me watch Party Monster when I was a child child, and my parents lost their shit” he recalls, “he is very pro-gay, very pro-LGBT. The way he said it to me, as soon as he realised I was going to be gay, which it was no secret, he tried to educate himself as much as he could.” His parents are equally as supportive, as he jokes about a birthday post his mum wrote for him on Facebook were she only posted pictures of him in drag.

His passion for drag is potent. From throwing a sash around his head pretending to be Cilla Black as a child, to today, telling me plans of heading to America to escape the crippling restrains of being a queen in London, it’s unequivocal that he’s destined to make it. He has that dreamboat charm, with a twinge of awkwardness, the primal ideal of creative integrity, with common decency.

We walk to Euston station together, casually talking dreams of owning breast plates and plastic surgery wish-lists, I’m halted in query, “how do you plan to manage your double life? Balancing a full time drag career with hopes of also making it into the fashion industry. ” He ponders, “I honestly don’t know, but in the least cocky way possible, I want this so much that I will get it. I deserve everything.”

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Star Crossed - Part 3 (H.S AU)

As the time passes, Niall tells me all about why they moved to the U.S. It turns out that the four of them were in a band together, but after several years, they decided to go their own route with their music. They also wanted to be hidden from the glare of the public eye, so they packed up their things, and here they all are. The basement is currently being renovated into a studio so that they can record here, in the privacy of their own home. The way Niall sees it, the U.S was their escape. Though they aren’t all working together anymore they still enjoy each other’s company, and it was easier for everyone to have one place to do their own thing. The thought of freedom was short lived for them when it was declared that at least one of them had to complete the Crossing, and Niall, being the generous little Irishman he was, volunteered.

I’ve actually learned quite a decent amount about them. Harry and Niall are the same age, but Harry is younger, and the oldest yet most child-like in spirit is Louis. I decided that second part myself when I saw Louis creep up behind Liam and push him in the pool. Liam wasn’t too happy, to put it lightly. Everyone else thought it was pretty funny, though. Poor Liam. I hadn’t seen much of Harry after our awkward first encounter. He went inside a while ago and seemed to just disappear. Louis and I were talking about soccer, or as he called it “football,” when I told him the embarrassing story of my short soccer career. I played for two years starting when I was four, and I was so bad at it that my parents just decided it’d be best that I find other hobbies. He seemed to get a kick out of the story which made me feel more comfortable talking to him and the other “lads.” Eventually, amongst the buzzing of surrounding conversation and the distant sound of the music playing, I lost Niall.

I wanted to talk to him about the house...I don’t think my mother realized how expensive the house probably was when she agreed to the option - as a parent to help pay for it. I made my way back inside, and eventually wound up back near the living room and kitchen where I first entered said expensive mansion. I quickly spotted Niall and Harry sitting side by side on the middle couch. Harry’s eyes widened when he saw me as if he was a child that was about to trouble for something. His attention then flicked to his right, where Niall seemed to be losing his shit, laughing about something. I take a couple steps forward the couch and cross my arms in front of them. I can feel the amused smile creep onto my face.

“He’s drunk isn’t he?”

“Plastered,” Harry nods vigorously, laughing – clearly had a tad bit to drink, himself, but he’s not intoxicated. Niall just keeps giggling and tries to pull Harry closer to him, whilst Harry struggles to shake him off of it.

“Ah, so you corrupted him,” I point jokingly.

“Whad’ya mean?” he asks innocently, his dimples popping up.

“Niall told me everything, including the fact that he’s the innocent one.” Niall giggles at my statement.

“Pfft, Innocent my arse,” he scoffs.

"Whys he's losing his shit so bad anyway?"

"I wanted to know how drunk he was so I told a knock-knock joke. Now I've got my answer - very – ‘nd it wasn’t even my best one." He rolls his eyes, jokingly.

“Should I be concerned? Does he do this a lot?” I wonder.

“Well,” he shakes his head, “ not usually, but if he does then this is what you get to live with now too.” I laugh watching Harry’s face go from amused to slightly frustrated whilst Niall continues to attempt to hug him. When he finally gets his arms around Harry, Harry just sits there, blinking, no expression on his face.

“Unamused?” I quirk, sniggering. He smiles at that, shaking his head. His facial expression causes two dimples to appear on his face. Fuck...those are really cute.

“Alright, let’s get this little fucker to bed,” Harry rises and grabs Niall by the arm. They’re quite the entertaining duo if I do say so myself. Harry drapes Niall's left arm across his broad shoulders.

“Since you’re moving in, why don’t you come take a look upstairs?” He asks, dragging Niall past me, towards the steps to the second floor. It doesn’t sound like an innuendo, he says it very genuinely, which is why I follow him up the steps.

Once Niall was tucked in and passed out soundly asleep in his room Harry gave me what he called the “grand tour.” He acted as if he was offering a sales pitch with every new room we went to. He even showed me the empty bedrooms and told me I could “take my pick,” in his lovely deep voice with his accent. I felt a sense of guilt. The house had six bedrooms, and I didn’t think I could afford to even rent an inch of one.

Once he showed me the rest of the house, which consisted of a few other living areas – and I even got to see the studio renovation downstairs, we ended up at the bar, which I hadn’t noticed until now even though it was in the living room near the kitchen. Harry placed himself behind the bar, while I sat on the stool opposite him. He leaned forward, smiling and resting his hands on the countertop.

“So..What can I get for you?” Shit…I haven’t ever really had alcohol. Like I said, in high school, I didn’t get out much, so I never amounted to underage drinking at that time. Now that I was 18, though, I could legally drink..but I opted for a water instead.

“Ohh, don’t drink alcohol do we?” he teases, smirking at me.

“I mean, I haven’t before, no...”

“Hmm,” he hums. “Well there’s a first time for everything right?” he raises one hand, smiling cheekily. I let out a little laugh. That seems to be a common theme tonight – me laughing. I don’t get the opportunity to laugh much nowadays, it feels.

"I'm sorry if I seemed awkward when we met..my moms told me I'm pretty shy...and clearly social awkward." I break the silence.

He chuckles. He then reaches underneath the bar, opening one of the cabinets I presume.

“I’ was fine, love,"  he groans pulling a red wine bottle out from under the bar, "Honestly I feel bad that you're surrounded by all these people that you don't know since you feel anxious about it. Now, if you promise not to tell the lads where 've been hiding my good wine bottles, I know somewhere we can go away from all these..loud..people." He grimaces because of all the noise... I'm left with a decision. Be smart, and say no because I don't know this strange boy, OR be me and say yes because I'm turning into Robin - trying to see the good in everyone. There really does seem to be good in Harry.

"My lips are sealed." I pretend to zip my lips and give him the invisible key. He laughs again.

" a'right," he winks and cocks his head to the side pointing in the direction he wants me to go, as I follow him.

Seeing him wink made heat rise to my cheeks. If his intention is to get me drunk, he doesn’t need the alcohol, I am already intoxicated by him. His unwavering kindness and compassion make me feel like I can finally trust someone.

Then he leads me to a random spot in the backyard, passing all the scattered bodies until we were standing on the outside of the garage. He just looks at me and smiles, waiting for me to say something.

“This is your special spot?...behind the garage?” The only other noise to be heard is the light hum of the speakers on the complete opposite side of the house.

“Oi, who said anything about being behind the garage?” His eyes flick up to the roof, then back to me. Wait a second..the roof.

“The roof?!” I whisper-shout, my eyes widening as I am not the best with heights.

“What, you afraid of heights or somethin’?” He laughs a bit, before realizing I really am scared of heights. His eyes widen, and his face growth sympathetic.

“Shit,” he mumbles, “ ‘m sorry love, I didn’t know.” He shakes his head.

“Listen, I’ll boost you up, okay? ‘s not that high up I promise.” I gulp silently, before sheepishly nodding. He places the wine bottle on the concrete then leans forward, and knits his fingers together, signifying he wants me to step on his hands. I kick off my boots – I am not about to do this in heels. I get close and place my right foot in his hands,  grabbing his shoulders for balance and he pulls me up. I grab leverage to get onto the roof the second both of my feet are off the ground.

Once I am up, I sit on the flat part of the roof, grabbing the wine bottle from him and watch as Harry effortlessly jumps up, and hauls himself up. He plops down next to me, then sends me a smirk.

“Not all of us are fucking 8 feet tall, okay?” I sass. His eyes screw shut, and his face wrinkles as he laughs.

“how tall ‘re you anyway?” he asks me, his normal dimpled smile returning to his beautiful face.

“5’2” He hums in response.

“For the record ‘m not actually 8 feet tall, I am only 5’11. ‘ve just been jumping up here a lot longer than you have.”

“That’s true,” I nod.

I sit on the flat rooftop, my legs outstretched but bent at the knees, with my arms wrapped around them lightly. I can’t help but look up and stare at the stars. They seem to be shining brighter than I have ever seen them. I hear a pop noise, and immediately know that Harry has opened the wine bottle. He smiles and offers it to me, raising an eyebrow. I think back quickly to the files stored in my brain from what Niall told me, and think of Harry’s last name.

“Alright, fine, Styles,” I roll my eyes, “I’ll take my first ever sip of alcohol if you share with me that knock knock joke that left Niall in hysterics.” A cheeky smile tugs at his lips at my words.

“Knock knock”

“Who's there, Harry?”

“Little old lady”

“Little old lady who?” He smirks and giggles, and then I realize where this is going. “oh my gosh” I mutter, shaking my head.

“I didn’t know you could yodel!” He sniggers.

“Ya I definitely need a drink after that.”

“Fair ‘nough” he shrugs.

I press the rim of the bottle to my lips and tilt it backward, sending the wine into my mouth. It’s bitter, but also has a kind of unique flavor to it. My face I lick my lips to rid any leftover wine on my lips and hand the bottle back to Harry. Determining that I’m not the biggest fan of it, my face scrunches slightly. I hear Harry’s beautiful laugh pierce the silence once again.

“ ‘s not for everyone,” he shrugs, drinking from the bottle himself. He gulps down the substance relentlessly. Quite frankly, I’m impressed by his ability to do it so effortlessly. He then places the bottle between the two of us, so that it’s to my right. As he’s reaching over to put it down, he gently grabs my hand, causing me to turn my head back in his direction, with slight surprise. He stares at the sign on my wrist, and traces it with his finger, furrowing his eyebrows again.

"So which one is this?" he looks back into my eyes.

"Uh, Taurus. My birthdays may 20th...what's yours?"

He looks kind of distant as if something is bothering his thoughts, but reluctantly rolls up his right jacket sleeve enough for me to see his sign and a slew of other ink on his wrist. I had only vaguely noticed all of his tattoos when I first encountered him. Seeing them so up close was an entirely different story.

“Aquarius,” I say. Pursing his lips, he nods. He grabs the bottle with his left and starts to down more of the crimson liquid.

Aquarius..as in air…as in not earth.

“Well,” he sighs, “we better get down from ‘ere before I get too drunk” I nod, but as soon as I look down from the top of the roof, fear overtakes me. 

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"You wake him." "What? No way! He's your boyfriend, YOU wake him up." "Liam? Hey Liam! Why don't you wake him up?" "Louis, I'm not waking your boyfriend up. You're a grown man, just wake him up. He's going to be even more grumpy if he's not able to eat before the show." Louis sighs, feeling rather betrayed by his other two bandmates. His curly headed boyfriend sleeps soundly on the couch before them, curled in on himself and looking oh so at peace. And Louis just doesn't have the heart to wake him. He hasn't slept well the past few nights and waking him feels like the most evil thing he could do to him at the moment. Because he's sleeping SO good. He even has a soft smile on his lips as he snores away and HOW COULD LOUIS' BANDMATES DO THIS TO HIM? He knows waking him is inevitable. There's only about fifteen minutes until show time and the other four boys have already eaten and got their hair done. Harry's hair is already fixed but by how hard he's sleeping, Louis knows Lou will want to fluff it up before they go on stage. And Harry hasn't eaten since early this morning so Louis knows he must be starving. "Alright FINE. I'll do it, ok? But just know that if he asks I'm telling him YOU three forced me to do it." "Whatever gets him up and moving to that stage." Liam says with a shrug. "Hazza babe?" Louis calls softly, pushing Harry's messy quiff of curls back. Harry sighs sleepily and turns over on his side, away from Louis' prodding fingers. "Babe? I'm so sorry but you've got to get up. We only have a few minutes until show time and you haven't eaten yet." Harry lets out a soft whimper but Louis feels him start to stir. He finally turns over and sits up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "That's it, lovely. Want some dinner?" Harry nods, standing up and heading toward the food table. He piles his plate high, starving from only eating a bit this morning. Louis watches with a soft smile as he goes and sits down on the couch, scarfing down his food. Lou comes up behind him, just like Louis knew she would, and tousles his hair about, spraying it with all kinds of different sprays and gels. "FIVE MINUTES!" A stage hand calls and Harry curses quietly, stuffing more food into his mouth. The whole plate is clean within the next two minutes and Louis stares at his boyfriend in utter amazement. "Wow babe, that was quick." Harry lies back and places a hand on his stomach with a deep exhausted exhale. "I'm so full..." "That's good, babe! Loads of energy before the show." "Are we going to have to roll you out on stage, Styles?" Zayn asks with a laugh, looking at the stuffed boy. Harry scrunches his nose and furrows his brow. "My stomach kind of hurts.." "You probably ate too much. I'm sure it'll go away once you're on stage." "TWO MINUTES! Please get ready to head out." The stage hand calls again. "Can you help me up?" Harry mumbles, leaving on hand on his aching tummy as the other stretches out toward Louis. Louis laughs. "Of course. That's what you get for napping." Louis jokes, pulling his boyfriend up off the couch. Harry groans and grips at his stomach once he stands and puffs out a large exhale as they walk toward side stage. The other four boys jump up and down, adrenaline pumping through their veins at the sound of their fans' screams. Harry lies up against a wall, rubbing a hand over his stomach. Louis rubs his arm and frowns. "Are you alright babe?" "I just ate too much too quickly...my stomach's hurting..." "Oh love. I'm sorry. Maybe it'll pass once your adrenaline kicks in." "I hope so.." Harry mumbles miserably, as his stomach rumbles uncomfortably beneath his hand. The band hears the last few seconds of the intro video before they are lifted onto the stage. The first song begins to play and Harry takes a deep breath, ignoring the pain gripping at his stomach and begins singing his lines, keeping a steady hand on his stomach. The fans certainly don't notice Harry's discomfort (at least he hopes they don't), but the boys do. Especially Louis. Louis keeps giving him small glances and soft touches whenever he can but it does little to help. The heat from the lights beaming down on him coupled with all the singing and moving around he has to do, makes him feel quite sick to his stomach. He hears the intro to Rock Me just as his stomach rolls and he involuntarily heaves, letting out a sickly burp. He looks around wide-eyed before his stomach tosses again and he quickly rushes backstage. Louis thrives on the energy of the crowd and Rock Me is one of his favorite songs which is probably why he doesn't realize Harry's absence until it's Harry's turn to sing and his voice isn't there. Louis looks around the stage and his eyes bulge. Because Harry's gone. Niall successfully butchers Harry's line and Louis is quick to cover him, singing the correct line behind him. All four boys begin singing but it seems so wrong without the curly headed lad. Louis watches as Zayn, Liam, and Niall all look around in confusion and knows he must look the same as them. He passes Liam and cups a hand over his mouth as he mimics playing the guitar. "Where's Harry?" "Sick." Liam mouths, gesturing toward backstage. Louis peeks behind the stage and catches a flash of white t-shirt hunched over. His first instinct is to go running to him but they're still in the middle of a song so he can't do that obviously. His hand shakes from wanting to go to him but he continues to sing through the song that has never sounded worse to him. Harry heaves again and a small amount of his dinner lands in the garbage can below him. His stomach aches horribly and he places a hand beneath his shirt with a groan. Someone places a water bottle and a towel beside his feet before quietly walking away again. He's glad they had the decency not to stick around. Not only is he mortified that he's throwing up mid-concert but he feels like any extra crowding would make him feel sicker. He takes a sip of water and wipes his face off with the towel. His stomach still feels terrible and he squats down, spitting on the ground below him and taking a deep breath. He wets the towel and places it around his neck, inhaling through his nose and exhaling deeply through his mouth to try and settle his stomach. He hears the voices of his confused bandmates attempting to make it through a song without him and feels so guilty. Thankfully they have a break coming up so once he's done puking his brains out, he'll only have to sing a song or two before he can come back here and probably throw up again. The song ends and he takes a deep breath standing back up. He still feels nauseated and his stomach hurts but he knows he needs to get back out there for his bandmates and their fans. He stumbles back out on stage, earning concerned looks from his bandmates and extra loud screams from his fans. Louis scoots his way over to him nonchalantly as Liam talks to the crowd. "Are you ok? What happened?" "My stomach..." is all Harry mumbles in his ear, shaking his head and placing a hand to his stomach. Louis frowns and rubs his elbow comfortingly. Harry shakes his head and puts the mic up to his mouth as the next song starts to play. He makes it through the whole song but it isn't easy. His stomach tosses and turns and aches beneath the hand that stays steadily lying on it. Finally the ending cords play and the five boys make their way to backstage. Harry's crowded immediately and he groans, sitting on the couch and placing his face into his hands. Louis places a hand to his back while Niall places a water bottle in front of him. "What happened mate?" "Are you ok?" "Do you think you can go back on?" "Can you please not crowd me?" He mumbles, barely audibly. Louis swats his hand and the other three boys back up a bit. "Are you ok?" Louis asks again, hand rubbing a comforting line on his back. "I'm really embarrassed. I just threw up in front of so many people.." "Don't be embarrassed, Haz. You aren't the first singer to do it. And I don't think most of the fans even saw you.." Liam supplies, feeling bad for the ill boy. "My stomach is killing me. I really don't know how I'm going to finish. Every time I get out there I just...ugh..." Harry moans, placing a hand beneath his shirt again. "Oh love...why don't you just rest back here and we'll take care of the show?" Harry groans and shakes his head. "No. I'm not doing that to the fans. They paid to see all of us, not just four of us." Louis sighs but Niall smiles. "You're a legend, mate." "One minute!" The stagehand calls. Harry groans and buries himself into Louis' side. "My poor baby...it's alright. Only a few more songs and we can go lie down, yeah?" Harry takes a deep breath and nods. "Ok..." He makes it through a few more songs before his stomach begins feeling really bad again. He sings his lines in "Teenage Dirtbag" and tries to look as if he's having the time of his life. But once his last line is sung, he gags and turns to go backstage. He gags once more, still on stage, and rushes back behind it. If the fans didn't know he had an upset stomach before..they do now. He nearly knocks Dan over to get backstage but he makes it. Someone shoves a trash bin beneath him and he grips onto it, heaving and gagging until more of his dinner rushes up from his stomach. He groans and closes his eyes as more vomit pours from him. It's unfair really as throwing up should be making him feel better but it isn't. He finishes throwing up and pours water on his face to cool down before once again making his way back onstage. He barely sings the rest of the concert and tries to move as little as possible, sitting down whenever the chance arises. The concert finally ends and he feels like crying both from how ill he feels and how terrible of a performance he just put on. He makes his way backstage far in front of the rest of the boy and rushes to get his things together, slinging his bag over his shoulder and making his way to the tour bus. He hears Louis' pounding feet behind him but doesn't turn around. He finally makes it to the tour bus and throws his bag down, curling into his bunk. "Harry?! HARRY?! WHERE ARE YOU?" Louis calls. Harry doesn't answer, trying to focus on keeping his stomach in place. He hears the other three boys step onto the bus and call his name too. The nausea soon becomes too much and he jumps from his bunk to rush to the bathroom. He slams the door but Louis still finds a way in, rubbing his back and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Once he finishes, he sobs and falls into Louis' chest. Louis gasps in surprise and rubs Harry's curls gently. "Oh baby...are you feeling that bad?" Harry nods and sniffles. "A-and I let the fans down. That was such a shit performance. They knew I got sick." "Harry.....hey, Harry! Listen to me." Louis pulls his face up until the two are looking into each other's eyes. "They love you, Harry. And I'm almost positive most of them didn't notice but even if they did, they'll only be worried about you, not judge you." Louis hums. He helps the boy up and Harry brushes his teeth shakily. He then stumbles out to the living area where the other boys are waiting anxiously. He curls in on himself on the couch and moans. Louis walks to the kitchen to get him a Sprite to settle his stomach and the other boys watch him in concern. Zayn comes over to him and rubs his back softly. "You ok mate?" "Just tired...and embarrassed." "Don't be, Haz. Look, the fans know you got sick and they've started a "GetWellSoonHarry" hashtag. You're trending worldwide." Harry smiles softly. The boys all give him reassurances and cuddle him up, all piling onto the couch together. They turn on a movie but Harry can hardly keep his eyes open. His stomach still feels iffy but he knows his boys will take good care of him. And he knows the fans still love him. So despite feeling shit, he's happy.

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of fics with wall sex. Happy reading!

1) Larry Drabble #2 | Mature | 465 words

Harry gets Louis off against the hallway wall.

2) We’ll Call This What You Like | Explicit | 1602 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis didn't know what to expect when he dragged the cute boy from the dance floor to the bathroom, but it wasn't-- this.

3) The Arsehole and the Prick | Mature | 2545 words

It's all because of a brown boot.

4) And There's No Other Place I'd Ever Wanna Go | Explicit | 2714 words

AU where harry finds Louis, aka his old best friend - in the park so he takes him back home with him, has a struggle at first but then Louis gives up and goes with Harry. OR JUST where Louis rides harry into oblivion and Louis spaces out but rides Harry hard and fast with shaky thighs and small whimpers. Coming hard oh and round two is where harry fucks him against the wall with force.

5) Ruined Tea | Explicit | 3136 words

Louis' simply trying to make tea, but Harry has other plans, feeling a bit possessive after seeing an interviewer checking Louis out earlier in the day.

6) Be My Favourite Problem | Not Rated | 3181 words

It's a known thing that Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson hate each other. There's not a day without a fight and nobody knows what it's even about. Niall's got the idea that they just have to fuck it out. And, well, maybe he's right.

7) Makes Me Think About You (So I Wear It When I Sleep) | Mature | 5143 words

Note: Technically it’s just frottage against the wall in this fic, but it was close enough that we included it.

He’s never been a morning person, even when he’d lived with Harry, who got up before seven every morning regardless of his work schedule. Of course, the days he had to be up early then, he’d be woken up by the smell of food, maybe a blowjob, maybe just tender kisses to the base of his spine.

Now? It’s the ghost of Harry’s smell combined with the week old takeout containers piled in Louis’ bedroom. It’s Louis wrapped up in Harry’s old Fleetwood Mac sweatshirt even though he hates sleeping with clothes on, and the promise of another long and pointless day filled with too much life and not enough Harry.

8) Lovin' You | Explicit | 6736 words

Louis has a thing for karaoke and maybe Harry likes to sing duets with him.

9) Gnossienne | Explicit | 11276 words

Louis sets a challenge for himself; it gets a bit out of hand.

10) Holding Back The Flood | Not Rated | 11454 words

Louis Tomlinson has always been the star of the Manchester Megalodons, beloved by his coach and looked up to by his teammates. He won’t stand for anyone stealing his limelight, especially Harry fucking Styles...

11) Have You Coming Back Round Again | Explicit | 31086 words | Sequel

It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.

Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.

He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.

12) Book Worm | Explicit | 37018 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

“Dad said this is his very favourite place to go,” Leon divulged, much to Louis’ embarrassment.

“Did he?” Harry’s olive eyes flicked to Louis, lips quirking in a way that didn’t match his beige cardigan.

“Yeah and he said you have the best books. May I look?” He asked, smiling winningly.

Leon had inherited Louis’ blue eyes and his mother’s dark hair, his smile quickly becoming a replica of his father’s.

“You may,” Harry permitted and Louis set Leon down.

“Don’t destroy anything,” he instructed. “And if you so much as crease a page then bring it to the till because I’m going to have to pay for it…”

Leon raced straight to the back of the shop and threw himself onto the beanbag seat front first.

“I put the Kama Sutra back on the top shelf, by the way,” Harry told him with a dimpled smile. “You left it by the Hungry Caterpillar.”

13) Louis Lucas | Explicit | 67999 words

Note: This fic has mentions of top Louis.

Pornstar!AU. Louis is a pornstar with more issues than he can drink away. Harry is a bisexual singer/songwriter who is desperate to be signed to a major label. Zayn and Liam are Louis's long-suffering best friends (who also happen to be pornstars, and also happen to be dating each other). Niall just wants to play his guitar.

14) Waiting On You | 76576 words

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

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[alivingfire]

Hi Rachel!! I'm going to be off tumblr all day tomorrow because the extraness gives me chest pains so I was wondering if you could rec me you favorite and longest fics? I would really like them as fluffy (and maybe as kinky haha) as I can get them, I don't do well with heavy angst. If you can do this great if not I hope you have a wonderful day anyways!! Thank you!

hi babe! absolutely understandable, don’t think i’ll be on much either. fluffy, long fics might be tough, because i like long angst as a rule, but i’ll see what i can do! 

→ i’ll make this feel like homeHarry to groans himself and then takes a deep breath. “Okay, well. Here’s the thing. I peed on a stick.”

Louis isn’t able to get more than a shocked “What!” out before Harry’s steamrolling on.

“I peed on a stick and it says it’s positive, but you always prattle on about how it’s best to go to the doctor’s before you get excited, you know to confirm it because sometimes hormones are off or you have like a tumor or some shit and get false positives and what if I’m dying and-”

“You’re pregnant?!” Louis shouts out, stomach dropping as the words leave his mouth.

“Um, yeah… maybe.”

[the one where Louis' hopelessly in love with his best mate... who just happens to be pregnant with another man's baby.]

→ MARRIED FOR A WEEK?!Hi guys :) You might recognize Harry from one or two of my old videos .. I was tagged in the Married for a week challenge so I asked him to be my husband ! We had to live together for a week and take each other out on a couple romantic dates and that, check out the video to see how it went :) Give it a like if you enjoyed and maybe subscribe if you haven't already. Love you all

- Louis x

→ Blessed Be the Winds AboveHarry has a brief moment where he wants to throw Louis over his shoulder and walk off with him, but he pushes it down. Nothing good can come from dwelling on the feeling in his chest. What he needs to do is get some booze from the bar, get drunk with his mates, and put all thoughts of relationships with cute, English sailor boys safely away in a locked box. As far away from the reckless side of his brain as possible.

In which Louis is a fisherman and Harry is a lot of things, but a fool isn't one of them.

→ A Long Way From the Playground (series)The one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. Meanwhile Lottie is getting married and the only way for them to not steal her thunder is by pretending they're just friends for the weekend. Featuring Harry and Louis as terrible liars who don't know the meaning of the word platonic and some Tomlinsons and Styles's who definitely don't believe them.

→ Faking ItA uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

→ California SoldNotoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

→ if you’ll be my star, i’ll be your skyLouis smiles in the smuggest, most infuriating way, like he knows every thought filtering through Harry’s mind. He probably does.

“I thought you were a student, yeah,” Louis says, voice quieter now, leaving Harry to lean over the baluster somewhat to hear. “But I hoped you weren't.”

(or, Harry Potter AU where Harry takes a teaching post at Hogwarts and gets a little more than he expected when he meets the fit Transfiguration professor, Louis, who looks oddly familiar... Featuring Messrs. Horan, Malik, and Payne as well, along with some familiar faces from the HPverse)

→ domestic monsters (series)Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren't exactly what they seem...)

→ I’ll Crash Until You Notice MeLouis sets off to Barbados to oversee the massive resort his family owns known as Sandy Hill. For years, he's been looking for a change in the monotony of his life, seeking adventure and perhaps love too. What he doesn't expect is the bright eyed boy who spills a milkshake on his shoes.

Cue the summer loving.

→ Be My Little Good Luck CharmIn which Harry is a promising amateur golfer making his debut at the PGA Championship, and Louis is a Sky Sports anchor who would really rather be commentating on footie.

The other boys are around too: caddy!Niall provides victory pints, Liam is Louis's Very Serious co-anchor, and poor Zayn just gets his face drawn on.