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To have people in the same position as you is very comforting. And to know that however you are feeling, someone else and three other people have felt the same way. I don’t know how else to say this without getting too emotional. This is my whole life. These are my brothers.

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High and Dry

Summary: Once again, another Calum Hood fan-fiction; starring my favorite trope, SECRET DATING.

Word Count: 1,444

In this moment, he was ethereal.

The brown eyed boy laid next to her. Everything was soundless, except for the shallow noises of his breathing, chest falling in unison with his fluttering eyelids. She often wondered what that boy thought about, the daydreams are frequent, she knows that. People have their assumptions, yet the chaos was never correct. Somewhere beneath the creative outpourings of that boy resides the kitchen table, always content to stay quietly beneath, yet at times be revealed upon the random cleanings that come as welcome storms. He always said the bed was his safe place, his haven. He'd snuggle into the duvet as happy as a cat in the sunlight, ready for his starry dreams. He'd fall asleep in good time, either slowly or fast, never without a partner. For now, all Marianne could do was hope whatever went on in there, was pleasant.

The blanket is thin and the night is cold. As she wraps it around her shoulders, she knows it is better than nothing but it fails to reach her toes, which sit like ice-blocks on the parquet floor. She can't sleep tonight. Looking down, she realized the blanket was all she had left, the sheets had been scrambled across the floor once again. In their whiteness were as a fresh page awaiting ink, looking so comfortable yet so far away. In that dark room there were shapes in monochrome, of course the daylight could bring brilliant fuchsia or deepest scarlet, but for now it could be a scene from a black and white movie. The silhouettes were already more discernible than they were only a short while before and she gazed from the window; any moment the sun would kiss the sky orange, igniting a new dawn, bringing the chorus of the birds, but for now, she didn't dare move.

When another bite of winter seeps through the cracked windows, Calum moves his hand under her night dress and towards her middle, sharing the warmth as easily as he shared his heart. Shifting her body under his was easy, but moving her hands under the soft curls of his hair without waking him, was hard. She loved to touch him - never in a sexual way, never anywhere other than his face, his hands, his obsidian hair that fell in tousled locks. His warmth would seep into her being and he comforted her without ever opening his mouth. Marianne would melt into him like ice-cream on a warm porcelain bowl, like she belonged next to him, like he belonged next to her; and each time before they parted, the aching to be in his arms would begin anew.

France was known for being cold in the winter. Without sunlight, the place was simply hopeless. Nevertheless, it was beautiful, especially to her, after all those years of living in England, this place seemed absolutely extraordinary. Tomorrow, maybe, the promise of spring will blossom as flowers do, yet today the wind blows cold. The last serenade winter's song. Upon the grass there is snow, much like sprinkled sugar over cake. The frigid air has a way of keeping us in the moment, wicking away body heat faster than it is replaced. It was no secret today would be one of those days when normal clothes aren't enough, when they feel thinner than they are. It hadn't taken her long to realize the brown eyed boy accompanying her was not enough to resist the grating of winter.

The balcony there was a concrete ledge, square rough edges and a rusty rail, but in that moment it was her oasis. The hotel workers had filled whatever space the table for one did not occupy with potted plants and in the spring and summer seasons, she was told, was a riot of color. On her balcony she could enjoy the early morning breeze, the sun and even sometimes sit out in misty rain, no matter how cold. Below the city flowed in it's tense way, bustling and honking. But ten floors up she seemed far enough removed from it to be a passive observer, not troubled by its strife. She'd always been fond of balconies. She felt that if she could only manage to stand on one long enough, the right one, wearing a long white trailing gown, preferably during the first quarter of the moon, something would happen: music would sound, a shape would appear below, sinuous and dark, and climb towards her, while she leaned fearfully, hopefully, gracefully, against the wrought-iron railing and quivered. But this wasn't a very romantic balcony.

She stepped outside, toes flinching as they touched the chilled ceramic floor. She was no longer naked, taking her time wrapping the tattered bathrobe around her shivered body as she glided. It wouldn't be such a shame though, people seeing her naked; after all, men payed for that. The sunlight had come quickly that morning, as if it had missed the sky and wanted nothing more than to warm up those blues to a radiant gold. Just another person wanting warmth, she assumed. Looking back, she watched as Calum stammered over the laundry and tossed sheets from the exiting nights before, his only heat shield being a pair of boxers, ones accompanied by stretched fabric and many, many holes.

He walked up to her slowly and pulled her closer to him wrapping his arms around her. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around her frail body. His forearms were streaked with green veins that sat comfortably on his silky, almond skin. The beauty spots that speckled them jumped at her when he clenched, tugging her even closer, the veins pulsating with concentration. The world around her seemed to melt away as she squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end.

"It's early, you're not supposed to be awake yet," his lips alight on her cheek then, like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness. "Come back to bed, please." He took her small calloused hands, as his eyes still adjusted towards the soft light; causing him to move cautiously while maneuvering the generous amounts of pillows and the chairs drenched in used jackets. There’s a finger. Two. They faux sashay in tandem up her leg from her ankle as if they were two legs of their own, and they splay into a palm to grip onto her thigh mid-journey. She returns the advance with a small smile, leaving the sky in which her attention was previously occupied with alone.

Thats not all, of course, it never is. In seconds someone is at the door, knocking ever so loudly. The noise came quietly at first and then there was silence. Someone was desperate for Calum's attention, but at just the wrong times. There is a kind of fast movement that is precise and well thought through that rose from the panic in both their eyes. Not the impulsive and random swipes of the cornered, yet more with the calculation of a chess player as she huddled behind the whitewashed bathroom door. Silence washed her system once more. She listened intently as the door opened, creaking, for it couldn't be quiet unless politely asked. She recognized the voices quickly enough to know this was bad, the situation she meant. They weren't supposed to find out and, by now, all she could do was hope no one needed the washroom.

Today she was unlucky. The footsteps approaching were not Calum's, they weren't heavy and slow, they were quick and stammered as the boy crept closer, and closer, and closer. Her heart rate was elevated to serious extents, and if she hadn't been holding her breath, she'd be traveling towards the nearest hospital. "Wait!" she could see him through the crack and, thanks to the bad carpentry, the gap was just narrow enough for him not to even notice her existence, just Calum's sudden volume adjustment, making everyone, even Ashton, freeze. "I had gotten a call from Luke earlier, he said it was urgent," his fingers twirled around each other and, just like that was not enough, he continued, "I'm kind of worried, perhaps we should go. We could form a search party, maybe."

Just as he had tugged Marianne to bed, he took Ashton's hands and scrambled out of the room, pants seeping off his waste as he searched for the nearest belt. Closing the door behind him, he looked back one last time and winked, before exiting out to his own doom. They hadn't been caught this time, she thought, thank God.

Note: I could really use some help. I would like to continue this storyline, yet I have no substantial plot, so, if anyone has helpful tips or hints, I’m always wide open!

Note: Thanks for reading, ao3 username is mikethemechanic, follow me if you’d like more!

#calumthomashood #calumhood #5sos #5sosfam #fanfic #fanfiction #someone please help me #help

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Inspired By - From The Dining Table // H.S

In this relationship breakup, my love for you remains, for this big heart of mine can love so infinitely. Though we move in new spheres, following the challenges our futures bring, I hope you feel that my love is still yours. I feel blessed for the time we had, for the love we shared, and the best of you will remain in my heart. For me, those I have loved stay high in my heart. So even though I travel onward alone, and in time perhaps with another, I loved you very much.

“Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me you’re sorry too”

#breakup #song #from the dining table #Harry Styles #sad poetry #sad

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Playlists for Lonely Stoners (My Favorite Playlists)

Vibes:

Throw backs that are good for the soul (Jenna Bergmanis) Lets go for a boat ride (Jenna Bergmanis) 

All good (allihouse1)

Im lying on my bedroom floor trying to feel something (nosophiesallowed)

Cigarettes and Sex (Stonefox)

Sad:

Literally bawling my eyes out till I have no tears left (ttsmiley26)

Yesterdays Gone (Stonefox)

Upsetti spaghetti (Tina Tran)

Bad Bitch:

Confident Hoe (Michelle.blaho)

boy, bye! (Tina Tran)

Late night:

Shlump (Tina Tran)

Midnight Oil (Stonefox)

insomnia (icy8807)

All of these creators are great and I do recommend following them

Listen at your own risk 

#spotify #playlist #spotifyplaylist #big mood #moodoftheday #vibes #sad #latenight #bad bish

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The Harry and Louis Treatise

via The Harry and Louis Treatise blog. Introduction From the beginning They are really in love They have sex Outings Cohabitation Tattoos They are not straight Public narratives Denials and management Conclusion Note: add “-blog” to the url of any broken links from @theharryandlouistreatise and @treatliselinks

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— NIKKA URSULA

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What demon did Harry make a sacrifice to on the day when he used the robot voice cause he was like ….. SO fucking pretty that day. Like did he make a deal with a sea witch and lose his voice??? Tbh I think so?

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· I could take the back road, but your eyes will lead me straight back home · “It doesn’t matter who or how you love. All love is equal. Actually, I have this friend who fell in love with his other best.” | Ed Sheeran

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24 Days of Harry  Day 13 →  Harry + family: protective brother.

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In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.

— Haruki Murakami

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Paris, 1934

Photographed by George Hoyningen-Huene.

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The Fan-Fic is amazing and now I am crying

If you need a larry stylinson fanfiction, I would recommend: tired tired sea, it is amazing and even has pictures I also saw a theory that harry has read it, because he wore stuff the fictional character wore in the book after the chapter was released.

#larrystylinson #harrystyles #harry #louistomlinson #louis ##OneDirection

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Harry backstage back in 2017

© @hldailyupdate

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Life is colorful when you know how to paint it

#harry styles #larry stylinson #louis tomlinson #louis #louis and harry #harry