#niall and liam eh maybe not so much

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: This one is a bit heavy. I got a little emotional writing it, to be honest, and have been nervous to post it. Please make sure to read the warnings before reading the chapter.

Warnings: Some language, alcohol consumption, short excerpt of sexual & physical assault, trip to a hospital

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CHAPTER - 6

WE WILL FIND A WAY THROUGH THE DARK

Sept 13th, 2014 - Concert Day

It's the last day of the L.A. shows. You have decided to go after what you want. You want Harry. The problem is, you haven't seen or spoken to him since the day you left his house. Of course, you gave him space while he was in London, and figured he was busy with his family when he came back… but you kind of thought you'd see him here at the venue for the shows. There's three of them, for crying out loud.

You can't help wondering if he's avoiding you. You wouldn't really blame him. It hurts, you can't avoid that anymore, and you're feeling pretty defeated at this point.

[By trying not to mess up what you have, you've ruined the chance to get what you really want. And that's why you usually never try in the first place]

So, you put all your energy and focus into your work. It's what you've been best at, right?

As you check the dressing room to make sure everything is set up for this last L.A. show, Niall comes bounding into the room.

"Hey Superstar!" He smiles.

"What's up bud?" You say, giving the best smile you can manage.

"I haven't been able to catch up with ya!"

"I know, these past few days have been a bit wild." You acknowledge.

"Today has been pretty fun though!!" He exclaims.

It's his birthday, and you know that, but you like messing with him a bit.

"Eh, it's been fine I guess."

He pouts a little. You turn around to grab the pack of his favorite beer and some fun socks that you had been hiding, then swing back around to face him. You hold up his presents.

"Sorry it's not much bud, but happy birthday!!"

"You cheeky… thank you love. You know me. S'perfect!" He exclaims and hugs you tightly.

"Oh! I came in here to invite you to my party. It's short notice, and in Vegas, but I feel like you're one of my good friends and I want ya to come."

You freeze for a minute. You've wanted to see Harry this whole time, but now you're also slightly scared to confront him and confess your feelings.

"It's gonna be me, Liam, and Zayn. The band boys and their girls… a couple of other friends… Oh, and Natalie said she'd go if you do."

So, no Harry. As scared as you just were, you are slightly disappointed now, but maybe it's better that he isn't going. You can have a nice distraction from the emotional turmoil you've been having. You don't like feeling this way, so a trip could help you reset.

"Okay bud, I'll be there for you!"

"Wooo!" He says as he throws up his arms triumphantly.

"Imma try and get some flights together for ya for tomorrow, since it's so last minute."

"Tomorrow? For goodness sakes Niall!" You laugh.

"I'm twenty-one now!! Living it up baby!" He raises both his arms again, lets out one final "wooo" and heads out to see Lou for his hair.

~~~~~

The guys flood the dressing room all together, making it a bit more chaotic than usual. Harry, however, got ready somewhere else. [Yep, definitely feels like he's avoiding you]

You're feeling the hurt bubble up again, so you head to catering and see if you can score a smoothie.

Drink in hand, you make your way to the common room. As jumbled as your brain feels, you still love watching the shows. You can't help but feel a sense of joy when you watch them. You still sing and dance to all the songs, it never gets old.

But as the encore begins and the boys start singing 'Right Now", your chest starts getting tight and tears start forming. This has never happened before. You look at Natalie, "I need to go, I don't feel good at all."

"Let's go back to the dressing room." She ushers you out and walks back with you. "What's going on?"

"I don't know. Once the song started, my chest started hurting. I must be sick" You decide.

Natalie chuckles, "or you might be feeling upset over the Harry thing?"

You shake your head. "That's pathetic."

Natalie lets out a mild chuckle and you give her a warning look. "No Y/N, that's called heartache."

"Pathetic." You roll your eyes.

[You usually don't let feelings control you… you can't let them control you]

You both fall silent and finish your clean-up/tear down duties. Sarah and Jade come in a few minutes later as the show has ended. Sarah's saying, "Best Song Ever was something else tonight" as they start to help you.

Jade adds, "I think that might be my favorite song!"

Sarah replies, "I think mine is… Little Black Dress!" Then she laughs. "Kind of fitting for a stylist intern right?" Everyone chuckles.

Natalie contributes to the conversation. "Mine has to be Alive, for sure." [That's fitting for her. She doesn't hold back and lives her life]

There's silence, and when you look up you realize they are staring at you, waiting for your answer.

"Oh, um… my favorite song?... 'Right Now'…" you sigh.

"That one makes me super emotional. Feels almost like a yearning for someone you don't have." Jade states.

"I guess." You clear your throat and instantly drop your eyes down towards the floor. [How ironic that it's your favorite song]

~~~~~

Sept 14th, 2014

Niall had managed to get the original flights for you and Natalie switched to ones for Vegas. Sarah and Jade are headed to Phoenix for the show in a few days. You'll meet them there later tomorrow. Sarah is definitely a little jealous that she wasn't invited, but you and Natalie are a lot closer to the guys than she is. That's just how it is.

You've packed and made sure that the house is clean, and head to the airport with Natalie.

You're determined to focus on the excitement of experiencing Vegas for the first time and celebrate Niall's (and Liam's) birthdays. It's about them, and you love them, so you'll be the best friend you can be. Natalie, and a margarita or two always helps with that.

~~~~~

"Okay… is this too much?" Natalie asks, turning around to model her full-sequined gold dress with a plunging neckline.

"It's Vegas honey! Nothing is too much here!"

"I'm just trying to match your hotness level…" she exclaims, giving you a once over and then winking.

You look in the mirror at yourself. You're in a dark striped multicolored bodycon 'bandage' dress where the pattern wraps around your body.at different angles. You've paired it with some strappy gold heels and thick gold hoops. You look sexy. You feel sexy.

"We are a pair of babes!"

You meet the guys at their suite. Niall was sweet enough to get you one too, something you'll try hard to repay, so their room was just down the hall.

Liam opens the door and gasps. "Hell! Boys!! We won't need security tonight, because these ladies will be drawing all the attention!"

You both laugh and roll your eyes. "Happy birthdays boys!" You yell as you enter the room.

You give them hugs and they offer you both a shot. "Oh no… this is going to be a very entertaining night."

"It's Vegas baby!" Yells Niall. And you all head down to the club.

~~~~~

You don't ever consider having "perks" of interning with One Direction, but you've gotta admit that it is definitely nice to be able to walk right into the club and be taken to a VIP area. It's not as crowded as the dance floor below. A waitress comes to take your drink order and you're free to start this party!

A few more margaritas have been consumed, but you don't care. You're not trying to conceal any feelings this time… in fact, you're trying to forget them altogether… and so there's a freedom over you to just let loose and have fun.

"Happy birthday boys!!!!" Someone shouts, and you all cheer!

You dance with Natalie and the other girls of the group to every song that plays. You sing along, and make up words when you don't know them. You're laughing, taking selfies, and joking around with the guys. It's one of the best nights- trying to top the rooftop party.

One of the girls leans over to you while you're all standing against the railing. "There's a guy down there who hasn't taken his eyes off of you since we got up here."

You look down and see a good-looking guy glance your way and raise his glass. He's tall, dark features, with a thin wide smile.

"He could be checking out Zayn for all we know," you burst out laughing.

"No, no. Any move you make, his eyes follow."

Not that you're looking for anything, but it's nice to feel desired at this moment.

At some point, Liam decides he wants to go down to the dance floor and attempt to break dance. The girls are eager to follow so they can document this potentially embarrassing display. They convince you to make your way down as well, and encourage you to talk to the guy at the bar. You're easily convinced given the amount of margaritas in you.

You start off by watching Liam, laughing at some of his moves, but impressed with some others. You're glad you're witnessing this in person. You grab Natalie for safety, and confidence, and head over to the bar. Not surprisingly, the guy quickly makes his way over to you.

"Hi there! Can I buy you ladies a drink?"

Natalie, not one to turn a free one down, immediately orders two more margaritas.

"Have you been having fun up there?" He points to the VIP section.

"Yeah, having a great time actually."

Natalie hands you the margarita, winks, and just stands next to you, not wanting to interrupt the conversation.

The guy starts to talk about his job and asks you about yours. You are enjoying the conversation, plus he is really handsome. Then he asks if you want to dance. You're trying to be bold so you agree. He takes your hand and leads the way. Natalie stays at the bar, giving you a thumbs up when you turn to look at her.

"I just have to say, that dress is amazing on you." He looks up and down and bites his lips a little.

For a split second, you wonder why you weren't blushing.

It's going well and you're enjoying yourself. He dances behind you with his hands on your hips, and you can feel him getting excited. It's not the most comfortable moment, so you turn to dance with him face to face. He pulls you in closer and rests his face in your neck, lightly pressing his lips on your skin. His hands are suddenly moving over your ass. You attempt to pull back slightly, thinking he's just a bit drunk and being a bit too forward, but he grabs you tighter and tries to crash his lips onto yours. You attempt to pull away again.

"Hey!" You try to yell over the music.

"Come on!" He says. "You're hot and I know you think I am!" Then he turns you back around and grinds on your ass.

You start to panic, searching desperately for Natalie. Thankfully she sees what's happening and is trying to push her way to you. She waves for the guys and gets their attention.

"Please. Please let me go!"

"You want this." He protests.

When you continue to squirm out of his grip, he pushes you. At that exact moment, Liam appears, grabs the guy, and pushes him away.

"What's wrong with you mate?" He looks at you. "Are you okay darling?" You're shaking and a bit in shock.

The guy lunges at Liam and they start to fight. Security rushes over. You instinctively try to get in the middle and break it up, but he is still swinging at Liam. You suddenly get knocked to the floor and your head hits the ground.

~~~~~

You wake up in a private room of a hospital. You turn to see Natalie sitting in the chair, typing away on her phone. She notices your movements and snaps her head up.

"Oh thank goodness Y/N!" She yelps.

"Why am I here? Is Liam okay?" You ask.

"He's alright, but he broke his arm. The doctor says you have a mild concussion."

You hold back tears and hang your head. "This is all my fault! I'm so fucking stupid!"

"Y/N! This is not your fault!! That asshole should have never put his hands on you!"

"I shouldn't have had that much to drink. I shouldn't have gone down to the bar. I shouldn't have agreed to dance with him." You gripe and add, "I shouldn't have gone to Vegas!"

You suddenly feel the throbbing pain on your head. "Oh god!" You bellow.

"You hit your head when you fell honey. You blacked out." Natalie explains.

Just then, Niall and Zayn. "Hey Superstar. I'm so glad you're alright."

"Shit, Niall..." you cry out, "I'm so sorry for ruining your party! I'm so sorry!"

"Don't do that." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry this happened."

Now you shake your head. "Is Liam okay?"

Zayn answers. "He'll be right. Don't worry. We just want you to be alright." He comes and holds your hand.

You're so grateful to have people who care about you so much.

A doctor walks in and explains that you'll be in some pain and you'll need to rest up for about a week or so.

[So not only did you ruin the celebration, but now you're inconveniencing Amelia and the styling team. This right here is why you don't make bold moves]

Zayn leaves to check on Liam. Natalie calls Amelia to give her the news. Amelia insists that you go back to L.A. and stay with friends to rest and to not come back until you are feeling one hundred percent better. "Not a moment sooner!" You hear her demand.

Niall looks over to Natalie. "Are you going back with Y/N tomorrow?"

"Of course I am! But… I'll probably need to help out at the show in Phoenix the next day." She looks at you. "I'm so sorry honey." She looks at Niall then back at you, speaking as vaguely as possible… "is there anywhere you can stay?"

Niall steps out to answer a call.

You shake your head. "No. My mom is dealing with enough, and Sam is in school. I don't want him distracted with worry. Please don't even tell them. I'll just stay at a hotel or something."

Niall walks back in. "Harry is on his way."

"What? Niall! No!" You yell.

"What? What's wrong?"

Your head starts throbbing even more. "Call him back, he doesn't need to come."

"Yeah that's not happening." He chuckles.

"This is getting so much worse." You complain.

[On top of everything, they're having Harry come to get you? As if he hasn't dealt with enough from you…]

You have to hold back tears, you don't want to break down. You debate telling Niall what happened. You look over at Natalie and she understands exactly what you want. She takes Niall outside of the room to fill in him on what's happened between the two of you. You can trust him.

Your body decides to shut down and you fall asleep.

~~~~~

Sept 15th, 2014

Whispers fill the room. You wake up but don't immediately open your eyes, curious about what's being said.

"She feels bad enough." You hear Natalie say.

"I honestly don't care. It's the best solution." A familiar voice responds. You can't make it out yet.

"She's gonna fight you on it." Natalie adds.

"Again, don't care. I'm doing this." The voice replies. You choose to open your eyes.

You see Natalie straight in front of your hospital bed, as expected. You shift your eyes to the second voice and feel as if you could pass out again. It's Harry.

[He shouldn't be here. There isn't any reason for him to be here]

Natalie notices you're awake. "Hey honey, feel any better?" All you can do is shrug.

You're just staring at Harry. You can't really tell if his expression is of concern or annoyance.

"Hey. I-" he starts, but you interrupt him.

"You didn't need to come. I'm fine."

He frowns. "You're not fine. I'm here now so…"

Natalie interrupts quickly, "the doctor said you'll be discharged soon. I'll go find him to let him know you're awake." She leaves the two of you alone in the room.

Harry moves to the chair and scoots it closer to the bed. "I can't believe that asshole grabbed you."

You don't know what to say. You are still shocked that he is there. Nia really shouldn't have called him.

"Glad Liam gave him what he deserved." He adds.

"Aren't you the one who tries to extend kindness to everyone?"

He clears his throat. "Umm… so when you can leave, we'll get to the airport and take the jet back to L.A."

You lower your head down as much as possible. You feel like you're inconveniencing so many people.

"And the car will be there to take us to my place."

Your head immediately snaps back up. "What? No no no. I can't let you do that. You definitely don't need to do that."

He frowns again. "You need someone to help you while you recover." His phone rings. "It's my mum, I'm gonna have them stay at a hotel so you can have some privacy."

Natalie walks back in with the doctor.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and try not to cry. "This is too much!"

"Does your head hurt?" She worries.

"Yeah." You sigh. "But not from the concussion."

~~~~~

Harry didn't let you argue. You got on the jet with him, and Natalie, and he was constantly making sure you were comfortable.

He offers you one of the biggest guest rooms and Natalie helps you to get settled.

"You know, this isn't the worst thing in the world…" she mentions.

"Oh yeah? How so?" You roll your eyes, not believing she had a good point.

"Maybe this is a chance for you to recover physically… and maybe even emotionally…"

"Natalie Vettle. Philosopher." You roll your eyes again and laugh.

"Sorry that I have to leave you." She gives you a hug. "I love you. I'll see you back there soon, m'kay?"

"Hopefully sooner rather than later." You smirk.

You unpack a few clothes and toiletries, and just sit with your eyes closes and back against the headboard when you hear a knock on the door. "Come in."

"I'm going to order dinner. Would you like some?" Harry asks.

"That would actually be great, thank you."

"Natalie told me your favorite comfort food is spaghetti with meat sauce, so I was thinking Italian." He says proudly with a small smile.

[Mental note- scorn her for that later]

"Perfect. Thank you."

~~~~~

Once dinner has arrived, you make your way to the kitchen where the food is set up.

"My mum and sister are at a hotel. So, feel free to get comfortable." He encourages.

"Thank you." That seems to be all you can say at the moment, and you sit on one of the stools.

There's silence while you eat. It's not comfortable like last time. How are you supposed to be comfortable in this situation? Last time you were here… the last time that you saw him… you had kissed so passionately and then completely rejected him. He doesn't deserve that. And you don't deserve the kindness he is showing.

You take the last small bites of the spaghetti.

"Please don't feel like you have to go out of your way for me, Harry."

"I don't. I want to help."

"Thank you." You say, once again.

"Anytime. Never a question." He responds, a small smirk appearing.

[He's too good. Way too good. Why did you walk away from having this good thing in your life?]

You don't mean to, but you let out a very audible sigh. You start to feel those pesky feelings bubble up again. If you stay on the stool much longer, you might cry. And the way he is looking at you with such care and concern is not helping you keep it together.

"I might go back to the room if that's okay. My head is killing me."

"Of course, whatever makes you comfortable here, Sun-" he quickly stops himself. "Let me know if you need anything else."

"I probably won't stop saying 'thank you' Harry." You sigh. "I'm sorry they made you do this."

"What?"

"I can't thank you enough, I'm really grateful."

"No… what was that about 'them' making me do this?"

"Well… Niall calling you to come get me and have me stay here."

He looks absolutely shocked."Y/N, nobody made me do this."

Now it's your turn to say, "what?"

"No one made me do this. Niall texted me telling me what happened. I called him and told him I was coming."

You feel a lump in your throat. You think there's some tears forming, betraying you. You can only manage a whisper. "Why?"

He furrows his brow. "You shouldn't be alone right now, and I couldn't stand the fact…" He pauses and clears his throat. "I just wanted to help out."

[Tears are coming, please not now. Not now]

There's silence for a minute or two. You are staring down at your feet.

He gets up and hesitantly walks over to you. You don't look up until his feet are almost touching yours.

"Would you be comfortable if I gave you a hug?" He gently asks. He's too good. He's too caring. You don't deserve this.

But you nod, and he wraps his arms around you, so tenderly. He's too good, and he's too caring. You really don't deserve this.

"Get some rest, m'kay?" He rests his chin on top of your head and you can feel his heart beating fast. You wonder if he can feel yours doing the same thing. "Please let me know if you need anything. I want to help."

[Little does he know how much this hug is doing that for you]

~~~~~

Sept 20th, 2014

It was really difficult to accept his help. You still felt so guilty- for how you treated him ipn the first place, and for how nice he is being despite that.

If he was ever out of the house, he would occasionally text you to check in or see if he could bring anything back for you. The most surprising, thoughtful, and guilt-inducing gesture was that he came back to L.A. for a couple of days after the guys had a show in Arizona. You almost burst into tears.

He was being so good to you. You had more awesome conversations at times, watched some movies, and ate a lot of spaghetti. You didn't deserve this, but you were thoroughly enjoying it, and happy that you didn't have to think about that night in Vegas.

[Stop, stop, stop. Hold it together. He's just being a nice guy, and maybe even just a good friend]

The guys had an event in Vegas tonight for iHeartRadio. You told Amelia you would be fine to go, which you really were, but you're still recovering, according to the doctor who is being annoyingly cautious. You suppose it's best, but you are anxious to get back on tour and doing your job. So, you had to do the next best thing and watch it on TV.

An hour after it ended, you get a text from Natalie.

:natalie: hey sweetie, missed you tonight. how are you feeling?

:you: i'm good, better. the show looked good tonight.

:natalie: it was fun. the guys miss you.

:you: tell them i miss them too

:natalie: harry has been on edge all day, please come back soon so he can get off my back about checking in :)

:you: sorry he's being too much, but the doctor said about another week :(

:natalie: i love him, but i might kill him

:you: don't do that, their entire fandom would bring you down

:natalie: fine. i love you.

:you: i love you too. tell the guys the same.

:natalie: especially harry? ;)

:you: i'm summoning the fans

~~~~~

Sept 30th, 2014 - Music Video

You get up early, for the first time since you got to Harry's house.

You are excited, because the doctor cleared you to go back to work, which is perfect timing, because everyone is back in L.A. to shoot a music video. Apparently it's going to be really elaborate and you can't wait to get back to work.

When you finally arrive, your brain is overwhelmed by the outrageous set.

There are so many people, but Natalie and the girls instantly spot you and run over. Amelia follows shortly after. "Hey lady! Welcome back!" She reminds you to take a break whenever you need it, especially since there will be so much going on. You assure her you are fine, but also assure her that you'll let her know if you do.

She suddenly looks slightly past you with a big smirk on her face. "Come to the trailer in about 10 minutes so we can go over things."

You feel a presence behind you and instantly turn around. Harry is standing there, bouncing in place, with a huge smile spread across his face.

"Yay. You're back!" He reaches half way for a hug, but waits until you give him permission with a nod, and wraps his arms around you.

He whispers, "feels better that you're here." As he pulls away, he coughs, grins, and adds, "I know you can pull something fun for me to wear."

"Feel better that I'm finally out of your house?" You joke. "Thank you, again."

The set is chaotic. So many things are happening. You help Harry pick out his outfit. You both like this cheetah print coat and he commented "it's warm, and I'm going to be wearing a coat, seems right." And you laugh, and he adds, "but I'm glad you're here to persuade me to be bolder."

~~~~~

It was a long, but spectacular day. The music video wraps up with a giant rain scene and everyone is drenched.

Amelia asks you to grab Harry's coat to pack up, so you head to his trailer, and knock on the door.

"Come in," so you enter, but immediately stop in your tracks. Harry is standing there shirtless, with his hair in a bun, and still dripping wet. You unintentionally gasp and he turns around.

He chuckles and shows off those damn, deep dimples.

You try to form words. "Umm… Amelia… I- I just need the coat." [Keep it professional damnit!]

He smirks again. "M'kay love, gimme one second."

He puts in his cross necklace, and hands you the coat. As you reach for it, you accidentally grab his hand with it. You feel like you're not breathing at this point, so you just blurt out "neat" and run out.

Natalie sees you and laughs. "You good girlie?"

You shake your head, "must be the effects from the concussion… my heart is racing and I feel flushed."

Natalie laughs again. "Yeah, Y/N, probably not the concussion.

"I can't let my feelings do this. This can't happen again Natalie."

"I think it already is sweetie."

~~~~~

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Sun 11 April ‘21

Liam is back and in excellent form! I have missed chatty Liam, he is such a chill pleasure to virtually hang out with. He went live to answer questions about his performance and joke around. He trolled fans in his response to a question about collabs- “I’d love to do one with hmm... Niall... and Zayn... and Harry and Louis,” he teased, and joked that “they’re here! Behind this curtain! Haha no… we could have put them in virtually! Probably would have gotten cease and desist letters from their managers…” and considered who would send the first letter. “Zayn,” he giggled, but then added that in fact his next upcoming collab is “with myself, tonight!” (hmm sounds dirty when you put it like THAT Liam!) And about the performance? Liam agreed that it’s very confusing but said he’d make things easier on us by naming virtual Liam; he’s Kelvin. He said he (Liam not Kelvin) has “been away for a while, been having a bit of time” and then immediately added that in fact he’s been rehearsing and working on this performance a lot but that “it’s the only thing I’ve been doing.” He said IDK when is LP2 coming- “when I can get to LA and work” (because he doesn’t like writing on zoom), that he’s currently working on a song for a film but that he can’t tell us anything about it but that it’s with some old friends he’s known since he was 17, they were the first people 1D worked with, that he’d consider making a visual album, “maybe a cartoon or something… maybe even an NFT, who knows!” A man in touch with what the fans want, always (well except for the NFT thing), he fulfilled my wish and demonstrated making faces to program Kelvin, and he shared a picture of his mo-cap feet like SEE they look like TINY SNAKES right? And then asked people to trend tinysnakes and the fans dutifully obliged. Look out you guys, it’s a tiny snake habitat!

And the performances? Well first there was the avatar-only one and I finally understand why he kept saying he’d be anywhere you wanted him in your house, sorry- I think other people got it all along and I just… didn’t… but anyway it’s like a pokemon go thing were tiny Liam Kelvin is just perched on your dirty laundry or table or whatever you point your phone at. ANYWAY, virtual Liam is awkward and weird and not a very good lipsyncer, but real Liam sounds amazing and looks terrific and the contrast only draws more attention to how well Liam holds the space on stage and how good he looked, in particular when they put the avatar and Liam together for the main event. He/ they sang Midnight, and it sounded great and was a big hit besides, the papers loved him as the show opener and were into the gimmick.

Louis’ new friend Sergio Aguero talked about DMing with him on his recent twitch stream (Sergio’s). Being Argentinian he ofc just starts talking to him about mate (the Argentinian tea, not bros, pronounced like mah-tay) which I have to say is dead on brand for every Argentinian I have ever met; you think Louis is serious about his Yorkshire but he’s probably met his beverage obsessed match here! Anyway so Sergio is like do you like mate, and “check out my tea stuff” (and sends him a picture of the traditional gourd and straw drinking apparatus) and Louis is like “idk what that is mate” which is hilarious because what it is… is mate… which is spelled the same… which Sergio tries to explain to his viewers but anyway yeah that’s the tea! Lol. He said that Louis has reached out a while back (but he didn’t know who Louis was until he was like “I was in One Direction”) and invited Sergio to a footie match in Portugal (to play with Louis’ famous people league team we’ve heard about before I bet) but he couldn’t go and they just started chatting now, after Louis messaged again; Louis was in Mexico but they’re gonna hang out when he’s back in the UK, and Sergio will give him some mate! LMAO OF COURSE he will. Louis will absolutely hate it but I would LOVE to see him try to be nice about some unfamiliar bitter herb water served in a gourd that sounds like PURE GOLD tbh.

Anne Marie talked about the Niall teaser pic for their collab. She said she’d wanted to work with him because “I just love his voice and he’s Irish, you know, he’s hot”, lol, and that “ he was just playing guitar, playing piano, and I was like wow you’re actually talented cause you never know who’s actually talented these days” and “we wrote like three songs and they were all brilliant.” Will we ever hear the other two songs?? I mean I’m fine to start with just the one, anytime now, but something to consider...

Falling won an ADG Award, the members of the Art Director’s Guild apparently feeling that Harry’s leaky piano was better than the competition, Taylor Swift’s leaky piano, and the tabloids picked up on twitter chatter about Harry going blond for My Policeman (because the character in the book is blond some people think he will bleach his hair) and then everyone talked about it more because the tabloids said so IT MUST BE TRUE. UM, are you even hearing yourselves? They don’t know shit people this is a feedback loop here.

#Liam payne #Louis tomlinson #harry styles #niall horan #okay so now the Liam /Liam ship name is Livin I guess? Like lee-vin? #liam said on his live he was doing the first perf somewhere then rushing to the royal albert hall to do #the baftas one- FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER #wtf #even more impressive it was so good #SO anyway that’s what Louis gets up to I guess watching handsome footie players livestream and sliding into their DMs #REPEATEDLY until they respond lol thats my fave part #11 apr 21 #clone liam #sergio aguero #anne marie #THANK YOU intern for espanol translating #and no shade intended to mate I like it fine but LOUIS. will HATE it. so much lol #Harry would like it I bet #he'd be into the special straw #niall and liam eh maybe not so much #liam would get into it as a health craze thing maybe #zayn probably drinks mate all night while he works in the studio or at least he'd be super down #to get high with some argentinians and drink hella mate

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I feel bad about the fact that some louies are being toxic and hateful towards liam 🥺 it’s giving me solo toxic harries vibes and I hate it. I’m an ex OT4 (excluding Harry), but I still love Niall, Liam and Zayn, just my preference and time goes to Louis. And it’s so sad to see them posting about Liam being a clout chaser when I feel like they’re genuinely friends. And I’m not stupid, I know that he has promoted his career using one direction references, but I don’t feel like it’s that bad? Like srsly, it feels like that was his mgmt advice and if he thinks he’s gonna reach a new audience profiting from nostalgia, then it’s fine. I really don’t care and I wish everyone could chill. What do you think?

Whether it’s the advice of their management or not, these guys are grown men, and if they can say it, then they can defend it.

Same goes for Harry (who lets other people do his fighting anyway), Niall, Louis, Zayn.

I think of all the men, Liam is having the hardest time not being at the same level of fame as he was in One Direction. I get it; psychologically, it’s a mindfuck. Still, solo Louies are tired of Louis’ ex-bandmates selling an image of him as a smoking, drinking layabout, great for a laugh but not enough to keep up with his solo music. Liam said he’d go to the AFHF, but eh, he didn’t even bother to watch the documentary, and I bet he’s not seen it. On the other hand! The great Harry Styles and his amazing music! Liam is all over that; Harry cares, you see. He calls Liam frequently— frequently!!— to check up on him. Maybe when Harries were telling Liam to kill himself and Jeff was liking tweets saying Harries were the best fandom, right when LP1 came out and Liam was at his lowest? Remember? When they were performing at the Capital FM same venue and Harry didn’t bother to watch Liam perform?

BTW, I haven’t seen any solo Louies directly harassing Liam, or filming ourselves going to Target to destroy Liam’s album en masse and replacing them with copies of Walls? Solo Louies just don’t have that much TPWK in us. So maybe the comparison to solo Harries is… bit of a red herring? Those TPWK girls really are the most, after all… few people are as Machiavellian.

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ooh chiming in on this post 1d discussion! ofc harry has been doing the best fame wise and his music is pretty much ubiquitous now, which as u mentioned is bc of a variety of factors like marketing, talent, charisma, etc. nothing much to say outside of this really, except that i do think his 1d days image as "the face of the band" or "the main guy" really helped the spotlight on him.

niall, i think, he's doing pretty good for himself, but judging from how he talks about stuff i would say he really wants to take it a step further, but he would need something More to kind of, break out in the public eye once again. like his music is Good, but nothing ground breaking imo. once he gets that i think he can shoot up too!

as for louis... i really liked his album and i think he has some great things to contribute to music, with interesting lyrics and a production style that makes up for his pretty average vocals but oh lord the guy has no stage presence!! that is one of my major quips with louis, maybe his fans feel differently but i do not vibe with him as a performer. and also i think his style is perfectly bland which, for better or worse, does play a part in how ure perceived as an artist, u know? personally for those reasons i dont engage with anything about him outside of his tracks on spotify and the occasional fan interaction because tbh i think he's a really fun and sweet guy who adores his fans and is adored in return for it!

liam i simply do not care about he showed in 1d that he has amazing vocals but damn did he make some Bad Choices vis-à-vis the direction of his music... kinda hard to feel bad about him too since the nft craze and whatnot but eh. i hope he can find his way to something that works for him tho because it would be a shame for all that potential to be lost to blockchain monkeys.

now zayn!! honestly i think of them all zayn seems to be the most content with his music? like hes definitely found his sweet spot and it works for him for sure. it's sad for me as a casual fan that he doesn't do live performances but if it's that versus his mental health then it's a no brainer u know... he stream well enough too esp when u see the absolute crumbs of promo he does. i do think his label is not as confident in his music as he seems to be in it and provide minimal support which sucks. i've kind of accepted by now that we might never really get anything from zayn beyond an album every few years and he lives the kind of private life he wants but i think it's harder for the label etc to have such a talented singer and not have him reap every possible source of income so they're hesitant to invest in him until he goes all in.

of course all of this is just speculation on what's going on bts haha

i think one other thing that applies overall to every single artist at the moment is that indie, rock music is “cool” right now and you have to try harder with pop. like you can’t just make a mediocre pop song and expect good return on it. pop girls try hard and they excel whereas some of the men don’t try As Hard (oops). harry knows that and he/his team play it smart and use his assets. also, he is all promo and active while releases and tour etc and opposite when he’s just making music and the public gets a break from him and it prevents overexposure etc. i agree with most of what you said! don’t have much more to add.

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Hello! Thank u so much for all the fic recs!! I wanted to ask u if u knew any famous Louis and non famous Harry fics?

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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.

...

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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Canyon Moon

3.2k words on a girl with a yellow guitar, a rabbit named Rabbit, and dreams of Switzerland. Harry Styles is still thinking back to the time under the canyon moon.  Warnings: little teeny tiny bit of bad language if you squint. 

In 2014, Harry Styles wrote a song. It was called Olivia. A bit on the nose, but she didn’t seem to mind. He sang it with his boy band. They liked it. It was a good song. He’d based it on a night he’d had in Arizona, in the United States, a few years before. It was after a small show he’d done with the boys, in Flagstaff. It was, unsurprisingly, with a girl named Olivia. 

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She opened the show for them. 

Kind of. 

She was absolutely radiant - wonderful stage presence - with a sparkling smile and a musical laugh. Her guitar was yellow, and it had a little flower in the corner. She was lovely, with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. 

They hadn’t talked much before the show, but she’d sent him a smile - that wasn’t even just to him; it’d been to the entire band, really - that had sent butterflies to his stomach and a shiver down his spine. 

Which hadn’t exactly helped his pre-show jitters. 

But, as always, everything had faded away onstage, and he hadn’t given it much thought until she’d been lounging around backstage afterwards and Louis was sleeping and Niall was in the loo and Liam and Zayn were doing God knows what and Harry was left on the sofa with empty air and a pretty girl. 

So, naturally, with all his humour and slick confidence and smooth moves, he said, “Good show.” And she looked up, and she said, “Thanks. You too.” And then there was empty air again, and Harry was almost awkward, but then she stuck out her hand - her nails were painted yellow with little smilies on them - and said, “I’m Olivia.” 

And Harry smiled, and he shook her hand, and he said, “Pleasure, Olivia. I’m Harry.” 

“Well, Harry,” Olivia said, “any idea where we can get some food around here?” 

Harry shook his head. 

“Come with me then.” She winked. “We can go on an adventure.” 

Harry grinned and followed her up to a counter with bowls set out, filled with various candies and nuts. There were two, side by side, filled with little, circular colored candies. “Skittles or M&Ms?” Harry asked. 

“Hmmm…” She glanced from one bowl to the other and slid both of them closer to Harry. “I’m not a fan of M&MS,” she said, and Harry gasped dramatically, and she giggled. “Not a fan of milk chocolate. Skittles are fine, though.” 

“Wow. Not a fan of M&MS. Not sure if we can be friends after that, Olivia.” 

She pouted. “That’s a problem, because I think I need you to be my taste tester.” 

“Taste tester, eh?” He sighed. “Well, I guess I can do that…” He picked one up and inspected it. It had a little M on it. It was an M&M. He tasted it anyway. “M&M,” he said, and he slid the bowl towards him. “Don’t worry,” he told the bowl. “I’ll protect you from the evil haters.” 

Olivia laughed, and Harry had the sudden notion that her laugh sounded like music, and she said, “Why, thank you,” and slid the Skittles closer to her. “Don’t worry,” she said to the bowl, mocking Harry. “I’ll protect you from the evil milk chocolate.” 

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes, popping an M&M into his mouth. 

“So,” Olivia sighed, grabbing a Skittle, “Where’re you guys from? Britain, I’m guessing?” 

Harry nodded. “Yeah. ‘re you an Arizona native?”

“Mhm. Been here all my life…” She grinned. “Like it so far?” 

“Yeah. ‘s big. ‘n flat.” 

She laughed, putting up a warning finger. “Careful there, London. That’s my hometown you’re talking about.” Harry smiled, held his hands up. “My bad, my bad. Just… haven’t gotten a chance to… see it much.” 

She nodded. “Right, right.” She smiled, putting on mock innocence. “Say, Harry, what’re you doing this evening?” Harry shrugged, grinning. “I dunno, I guess it depends. I was kinda hoping to see more of this Arizona place, but nobody’s exactly offered…” He tilted his head, mocking curiosity. “Say, Liv, know of anybody?”  

Her eyebrows jumped. “Liv, huh? Might as well take me to dinner first…” 

Harry smiled and cleared his throat. “Maybe I will. Know any good spots?” 

She grinned. “I just might. In fact -” She faltered, her gaze flicking behind him, and Harry frowned, glancing around. Niall had, apparently, finished in the loo, and was sauntering up to them with a smug smile on his face. 

“Hello, Harry,” Niall said cheerfully, throwing an arm around Harry’s shoulders. 

“Hey, Ni. Er, this is… Olivia,” Harry said. “And Olivia, this is… Niall.”  Olivia smiled. “Hey, there,” she said, and Niall grinned. “A pleasure, Olivia. But, er - you’re not stealing Harry here from us, are you?” 

Harry rolled his eyes, but Olivia just smirked. “Rather I’d steal you, huh?” 

Niall gave an incredulous scoff. “Well, well, well.” He glanced at Harry. “Sure know how to pick ‘em, dontcha, Harry?” Harry sighed, and Niall grinned and asked Olivia, “Where’re you off to, then?” Olivia smiled. “Ever been to the Grand Canyon?” she asked, and Harry’s brows jumped as Niall oohed. 

“Haven’t, actually,” Niall said. 

Olivia grabbed Harry’s hand and replied, “You should go sometime, Niall. Maybe Harry will tell you what it’s like,” and pulled Harry back towards the couch. “Are you guys actually doing anything?” she asked, grabbing her guitar. 

Harry hesitated, glancing back at Niall, who was giving him a double thumbs up. 

“Nah. Were you serious about the Grand Canyon?” 

She grinned. “Absolutely.” 

***

The next thing Harry knew, he was in a little Mini Cooper speeding off into the night. 

The car was quite… peculiar, on first sight. That’s what Harry had said, anyway, only to be immediately chastened by Olivia, “She is not peculiar. She has character.” Olivia had forgiven Harry for the horrific insult only after profuse apologies and a sorrowful pat on the dashboard. 

“She,” of course, meant the car. Her name was Carla. Olivia was very strict on that matter. She gave him a slap across the wrist every time he slipped and called her it. 

Carla was blue. Originally. Olivia’s brother had given Carla to her when she turned sixteen, Olivia explained, but only after a DIY paint job that had turned her from a dull blue to a bright shade of yellow that had rapidly deteriorated into a faded mustard sort of color with cracks of blue peeking through the second paint job. 

They’d gotten her previously used, too, which meant she was a bit rusty. They tried to fix that up, which worked just about as well as the paint job, and though Olivia insisted she ran just fine, her passenger side door creaked and groaned when opened. And, Olivia admitted a bit sheepishly, the door of her boot - her trunk - stuck dreadfully and took “herculean strength” to pry open. 

Nonetheless, Carla’s radio worked perfectly well and was cranked up, Olivia’s phone plugged into the speakers, and Harry watched in mild amusement as she yelled along to the music. Strangely, he couldn’t seem to recognize any of the songs - it was old hippie stuff, songs Harry would mock if not for Olivia’s charm and fierce pride for her car which he reckoned she’d also have for her music. 

The ride was quick, and she was pulling into a car park within an hour. 

***

Apparently, Olivia’s dad was a park ranger. She just waved at the ranger on duty, and he let them in, and Harry followed her along the path, a bit in awe, as she walked towards a little outcropping. 

“It’s beautiful,” Harry breathed, sitting next to her on the metal rung of the railing. 

Olivia nodded. Pulled a beer out of her backpack, and offered it to him. 

“Bloody hell,” Harry laughed, taking it from her and taking a sip. “Is this even legal?” 

She shrugged, popping the cap off another bottle. “I dunno.” 

She lapsed into silence, something that Harry hadn’t thought possible from her, and Harry breathed a sigh, glancing around them. He’d never thought the sky could be so blue. It wasn’t a normal light sky blue, though, but an indigo shade, almost, that was star splattered and covered in wisps of colored clouds. They were pretty high up, balanced on the railing between an outlook and a few rocky platforms before a bottomless pit. 

The moon was bright in the sky, and Harry glanced at his watch, realizing he had no idea what time it was. 3:00 am. “Jesus Christ,” he murmured. “Hm?” Olivia hummed, looking over at him. “It’s three am,” Harry told her. 

She grinned. Clinked her bottle against his. “Wonderful,” she said. 

“I’m going to be absolutely dead tomorrow,” Harry mused, finding that he really couldn’t care less. He took another sip of beer, and Olivia heaved a sigh. “So, Harry Styles,” she said. “What are your hopes and dreams?” 

“To be as cool as you,” he replied, and she laughed, leaning into him and away. “You’ve got to set some realistic goals, there, Mr. Styles.” Harry grinned, shaking his head. “‘s a tough question,” he said. “What’re yours?” 

She shrugged, going serious. “To get out of here, I guess.” 

“Why?” 

Another shrug. “Ever heard of a successful person from Flagstaff, Arizona?” 

Harry bit back a smile. “I’ve never even heard of Flagstaff, Arizona.” 

She scoffed, mocking hurt, and said, “Well, not all of us can be from big cities, superstar.” 

“I’m from Cheshire,” Harry told her. “Not exactly a big city.” 

“Why aren’t you still in Cheshire, huh?” 

“‘cause of a TV show.” 

Olivia laughed. “Jesus Christ.” 

“And I wanted to get out.” 

She nodded. “There you have it.” A quick pause, and then, “Ever have a pet?” 

Harry blinked, startled by the topic change. “Er - yeah. Yeah, a dog, and a hamster.” 

“What’re their names?” 

Harry blushed slightly. “Max.” 

Olivia glanced at him, a brow raised. “And?” she prodded. 

He looked at his beer. “Hamster,” he said. 

She didn’t say anything, and Harry looked up. 

“Please tell me your hamster was named Max,” she said, sounding deadly serious.

“What?” 

“Harry Styles,” she said slowly, “if you named your hamster ‘Hamster,’ I think I might push you off this cliff.” Harry smiled sheepishly. “My dog’s name was Max,” he admitted, and she burst out laughing, tipping so far forward Harry winced and hovered a hand behind her shoulder. 

“Christ, Liv, be careful,” he murmured. 

“Oh my God,” she said, breathless from laughter. “I love you.” 

Harry raised an eyebrow, smiling despite himself. “Movin’ a little fast there, hm?” 

She grinned. “I have a confession.” 

“Bloody hell, speed of light.” 

“I named my rabbit ‘Rabbit’,” she said. 

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “We’re meant for each other, Liv.” 

“I know!” Another quick pause, and then, “Where’s the best place you’ve ever been?” 

“Here,” Harry answered immediately, and then blushed, because it was true. 

“Oh, please,” Olivia said, apparently not realizing he wasn’t joking. “Seriously. You’re a superstar, right? So, you’ve been, like, everywhere.” Harry shrugged. “I dunno. Where’s the best place you’ve been?” 

“The Burrito Palace on Route 66, Styles,” she replied dryly. “I’ve never been out of the state.” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Where would you want to go?” he asked. “If you could go anywhere, completely free of all costs.” 

“Switzerland.” 

“Really?” 

She shrugged. “I dunno. I like chocolate. And watches. And cold. It’s freakin’ hot here. I guess Paris,” she said, glancing at him with another shrug, “or London, or whatever, but London’s rainy and Paris… It’s so… It has such a reputation, you know? Like, I’m scared it’s not gonna live up to how amazing it is. Rather be impressed than disappointed, you know?” 

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I get that.” 

“Where would you want to go?” she asked. 

Harry paused. “The Burrito Palace on Route 66.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” Olivia said. 

“No, really,” Harry said back, “I haven’t had a proper burrito in ages.” 

“You’ve gotta come back,” she told him, smiling just slightly, “so we can go.” 

“Or you can come to me,” Harry said, “and we can get burritos in Switzerland.” He paused, thinking, and then added, “You’ve got to open for us again, Liv. Really. Can you imagine? You can be our opening act over tour, get some steam, and go out on your own.” He grinned, nudging her. “Then I can open for you.” 

She sighed. “Can you imagine,” she murmured. 

There was a beat of silence, and she looked up at him again. 

“Do you ever want to go solo?” she asked. 

Harry shrugged. “Nah. Not really.” He frowned. “I mean, I guess, but not… now. I can’t, anyway - there’s a contract, obviously, but maybe when it’s over or summat.” Olivia nodded. “Right,” she murmured. 

And then she spun around, slipping off the railing and onto the platform. “I forgot about this,” she said, pulling a blanket out of the backpack. She sat down on it, legs crossed, and Harry sat next to her. 

“How often do you do this?” he asked. 

Olivia shrugged. “Often.” She grinned, elbowing him lightly, and added, “Not often with such a handsome guy, though.” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you say to all the lads?” She laughed, shaking her head. “Swear to God, Styles, you’re the first.” 

“Right, right.” 

“How ‘bout you?” she asked after another beat of silence. “How often do you do this?” 

Harry raised a brow. “What, how often do I go to the Grand Canyon? I live in -” 

“No, no,” Olivia interrupted. “How often do you go out with pretty girls after shows?” 

He grinned. “Never with one so humble.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” Olivia laughed. “You know what I mean.” 

Harry shrugged. “Pretty often. Never had as much fun as I am now, though.” 

“Aww,” Olivia cooed. “You charmer.” 

“That’s what they say.” 

“Ever wish you weren’t famous?” 

Harry nodded. “Yeah. ‘course. Grass is always greener, you know?” 

“Are you one of those picket fence people?” she asked. 

“Hm?” 

“Are you one of those people who, like, wants to get a nice brick house in the suburbs with white picket fences and a perfect garden with a nice wife named Jenny and have exactly one fluffy golden retriever and approximately 2.5 kids?”

Harry laughed, shrugging slightly. “I don’t know… I think…” He sighed, fading off, and then thought, and repeated, “I don’t know. Not really. I think I’d get bored, you know?” Olivia nodded. “I know,” she said, and Harry got the feeling that she really did, in fact, know. 

“How ‘bout you?” he asked. 

She shrugged. “Maybe. But… you’re right - it’d get boring, wouldn’t it? So I guess… in, like, fifty years or something I might like the picket fences.” She sighed. “I just feel like the world… it loves to wait, you know? Like, the world’s happy waiting. It’s - what, 4 billion years old? It can spare the wait. But we - I - can’t. We don’t live that long, you know? And I feel like the picket fences are… well, waiting. It’s waiting for the world to come and get you. It’s waiting for the world to come and open your picket fence and knock on your wooden door and come and take you to your adventure.” 

Harry felt himself smile. He forgot to answer, and she glanced at him, a bit of a blush on her cheeks. “Sorry,” she said. “I got carried away.” Harry’s brows jumped. “No! No, no, no, I completely agree. You’re - you’re so right.” 

She grinned. “I know,” she said, and then she shifted, lying on her back to gaze at the sky. “Can you see stars in LA?” she asked quietly. Harry looked up, craning his neck, and then gave up and lay down next to her. 

The stars were breathtaking. He could practically see constellations, stars dotting the sky like flowers in a field of indigo-blue grass. The air was almost still, just breezy enough to keep it from being too hot, the moon bright and bold in the sky. 

It was one of those things he didn’t think he’d believe if he didn’t see it for himself. He’d have called any picture of the sky photoshopped, any description of the feeling he was experiencing exaggerated or completely made up. 

But there he was. 

“No,” he answered Olivia. “No, you can’t see stars like this in LA.” 

“Maybe you should stay here, then,” Olivia whispered. 

Harry felt her head on his shoulder. 

“We can look at stars and never get bored together,” she said, and she yawned. 

“Together,” Harry echoed softly, but Olivia was already asleep. 

**********

Two weeks. 

Two more weeks of shows, and One Direction would officially be on hiatus. 

Harry stared at the ceiling of his hotel room, watching the ceiling fan spin round, and thought about what he’d do for the rest of his life. The sleepless nights had begun in Melbourne, and he’d carried the semi-heavy feeling through Paris and Rome and now here he was, still sleepless, in England. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about Arizona. 

More specifically, a conversation he’d had in Arizona, about the future and picket fences and 2.5 children and getting bored. He thought about buying a house. He thought about buying a restaurant. He thought about going to Switzerland and becoming a recluse and seeing nobody but his mum and sister for the rest of time. 

He also thought about continuing his career. He thought about writing songs, about picking up the guitar, about touring the world but this time on his own. He thought about the instrumental band he’d need for such touring, and he thought about the members of said band and whether or not a certain Arizonian would consider touring the world “boring.” He wondered if he’d get to Switzerland on this grand tour of his. 

Harry sighed and turned onto his side and tried to fall asleep. 

It didn’t work. 

Instead, a melody snuck into his head, and he got up and wrote a song. 

**********

In 2015, Harry styles wrote a song. It was called Canyon Moon. 

A bit on the nose, but only if you knew what you were looking for. 

He didn’t sing it. Not yet. He saved it for an album he was working on. 

He’d based it on a night he’d had in Arizona, in the United States, a few years before. 

It was after a small show he’d done with the boys, in Flagstaff. 

It was, unsurprisingly, about a magical night, spent under a canyon moon. 

**********

la fin 💜

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[brightokyolights]

I just saw your tags on the "harry was oppressed" post. Might elaborate on that when you are not tired? How Zayn was oppressed? His relationship to ot4. Other celebrities? I love your thoughts!

*cracks knuckles* buckle your seat belts folks we’re in for a wild ride here lmao.

also for context *here* is the post this anon is referring to

I think to start off i should just make a little disclaimer, everything i am going to discuss will be based in my biases probably seeing as I am also a brown British Pakistani person who is Muslim. Zayn has been someone that especially when i was younger I looked up to and was very essential in my journey of learning to love and accept myself and my culture tbh. It’s cheesy as hell but it’s true and i think this is important to know before I go into this more because like I said i am definitely biased towards him. Another thing is that I’m just going to be discussing my personal opinions and also my memory is not very good so i will probably miss out a lot of other things that happened/could be discussed. please dont take this as anything more than just. my opinion.

A thing that really opened my eyes to racism and especially the racism in the 1d fandom was the day that zayn left. I dont think thats what the post above was about btw and ill go into that but i kind of just want to talk about this. The day he left was. a severe mess. Not only because it was obviously upsetting but because of all the bs that people were spouting about a situation that absolutely no one had any context on. the statement that was released on facebook gave us nothing. literally just stated that zayn was leaving the band and the accusations and hatred people were directing towards zayn when we didnt know what actually fucking happened (and still dont might i add) was disgusting. people accusing him of being selfish and how they hated him and why he had to ruin everything. Accusing him of using mental illness as an excuse and lying about it and so much more. i had unfollow more than half of the people i followed that day. it really opened my eyes to the fact that these were all thoughts and opinions people had underneath it all and zayn was fine as long as he was part of 1d and giving people what they wanted. which was essentially being the token in the group and once he wasnt providing that anymore? people turned and people turned fast.

i think its also important to point out the flip side of it and that was zayn stans saying that 1d were nothing without 1d etc. i want to talk about why this was different from ot4 stans hating zayn. of course it wasnt nice to see or hear EVERYONE arguing with each other. i hated it so much. but i think what people failed to realise was that when it comes to situations like this you need to look deeper and think about all the nuances of the situation. zayn stans being happy about zayn leaving the band and saying 1d was going to die i did not agree with. anyone who knew me then and knows me now knows that i am a 1d stan regardless (preferably ot5 but i supported 1d until the end even as a 4some) BUT these opinions were rooted in his mistreatment in the band and the racism he was having to face as a result of being in the band etc etc i apologise for not being a person who can better describe and explain this situation but hopefully you are getting the picture. when fans were hating on zayn. with no context with nothing. that was based on racism. point blank. the amount of tweets FROM 1D FANS talking about how he was leaving to join isis and how upset fans were gonna be vulnerable and join etc etc all this deplorable bs. and he had to deal with comments like that throughout his whole time with one direction and i imagine even now. 

Another thing id like to talk about is who zayn stans at least from my point of view usually were. For me i remember when i first got into the fandom i actively made the decision that i didnt want zayn to be my favourite because i didnt want to be a stereotype and this was a point in my life when i still tried to shun and push my culture down because i was ashamed of it. it was only as i slowly saw that zayn was considered as cool and hot and everyone else liked him that i kind of understood that maybe. being brown was alright and it was something cool and that maybe i was cool. it sounds fucked up and honestly i dont even know if i want to be admitting this so adamantly but argh if it helps someone understand then maybe its worth it. (mortifying ordeal of being known eh?) anyways i noticed as i engaged more in fandom and looked for more diversity, more fans like me, majority of non white fans were also... zayn stans. and honestly it makes sense because we all tended to flock towards the closest diversity we could find it seems. im not saying that there werent white zayn stans and that the other boys didnt have non white stans but i just wanted to point out this trend. so when you also take this into account and the fact that on the day zayn left it was majorly... white stans who were criticizing zayn it puts it in perspective for you. majority of fans who still like and support zayn are also not white.

there is a lot more to do with fans but hopefully thats enough of an insight and you can understand the kind of vibes that were present during 1ds prime and what not only zayn had to go through but also as a result the racism we ended up having to deal with as well tbh.

now!!!... something i dont really like talking about lol so this will probably be short but the other boys. so as far as i can remember liams always been kind to zayn since hes left (no surprise there <3 also please correct me if im wrong), niall was kind of indifferent/didnt say anything really, and then there was louis and harry *awkward smile*. hahaha. from my memory i remember when asked about what the most difficult thing was about zayn leaving harry said ‘the paperwork’ which was *awkward smile* and he also kicked that monkey mask/pinata? i cant remember with naughty boys face on it and honestly im sure theres more but his overall reaction to zayn leaving was kind of not caring and maybe being slightly nasty which :) with louis there was the massive twitter fight which literally tears my soul in half so lets not go into that haha and honestly other things where it maybe seemed like he was upset with zayn leaving as well. honestly i am a bit in two minds about these reactions because at the end of the day we dont know what occurred behind the scenes and we probably never will as much as we can speculate or whatever. not to mention that this 10th anniversary it seems maybe everyones on good terms which, who knows really im going to try be optimistic. i think whats important to note about heir reactions is that we dont know anything about their situations but the problem was really how fans reacted tbh (btw i forgot to mention earlier this is about basically everything except for harry and the nb thing. that is inexcusable). the boys reactions were understandable but the problem is that fans of course vicariously are influenced by the boy they stan so when one of them acted a certain way of course that ended up reflecting in fandom and resulted in more racism etc. 

another thing with zayn was that there were many files leaked with like promo or whatever basically describing what kind of role the boys would take on/ their image etc. and of course all the other boys got things like bubbly/funny/charming etc and zayns descriptors? moody, mysterious, dark horse etc etc like from the inception of 1d zayn has been victim to racist stereotypes being pushed on him. and i think this is where harry comes in because of course the image pushed onto him was also extremely harmful and i definitely dont think we should not talk about that but often you'll see that... thats all that is talked about because people are uncomfortable admitting racism and talking about it. 

When i mentioned other celebrities my point was basically just that while ive only talked about zayn in one direction this... is so present among any and every fandom. 5sos, Little Mix, Fifth Harmony... any fandom you can think of, i promise you it is there. racism in fandom is a real thing and a big problem and honestly this is why i always say representation is so important. and when i say that i mean everywhere!!! because if I didnt seek out non white fans to follow then maybe i would’ve had a completely different perspective on all of this.

The thing is also that a lot of this is just stuff that we’ve been able to get our hands on and also fan analysis and theories etc. there is probably so much more to talk bout or go into or stuff we’ll never even know about. I’ve kind of had to make peace with the fact that with celebrities you just really don’t actually know anything about them.

I think i’ll end this here if there’s any more questions you have about anything feel free to ask! and again this is all just my opinion  but hopefully i’ve been able to help answer you <3 have a nice day and i hope youre hydrated!!!

#ask #anon #1d #zayn #long post #i also have links to posts for proof of how zayn was treated on the last day if youd like but i thought id simplify #and just talk about what i though #there really is so much more that can be said

[kinghoranshit]

The Watchers (1D) - 72 Hours

Part 4

“We’re gonna die,” Zayn declared. "We are fuckin dead."

I reached out to lightly hit him on the arm and I signaled everyone to stay quiet. Whoever managed to turn off the security system and power knew we were in the bunker somewhere, but didn’t know where. We still had the upper hand for the time being. There were pretty good odds that it would flip sides though. 

“Stay here,” I whispered. 

My right hand hovered over the switch knife as I got up from where I was crouched. I let out a deep breath and made my way down the hall to the front. Slowly, I pulled the knife and pressed the button to open it. There weren’t any shadows that I could see from where I stood; they were probably trying to draw us out. 

Hunters could be so stupid. 

From the corner of my eye, I saw movement upstairs. Carefully, I went up the steps and peeked around the wall. There in plain sight was a hunter looking into the bedrooms. I crept up as close as I could get, then wrestled them into the nearest bedroom. I held them in a sitting-lock position with my legs holding down theirs and my arms under their pits.

“How many more?” I questioned. 

They didn’t budge so I tightened up on my arms and positioned the knife close to their neck. “I said… How many more?” 

“Too many,” they chuckled. “You’ll lose.”

I laughed under my breath. “You underestimate me, clearly. Give me a number… Or don’t, you’re dying either way.” 

It took another minute or so of me tightening my grip before they huffed, “Fifteen.”

“Thanks,” I grunted and sliced their throat with the thin blade. Their body rolled around as they frantically tried to stop the flow of blood. I shook my head with a small smirk. Enjoy the slow death, fuckhead. 

A group of sixteen, eh? Of course they managed to find us. Sixteen people splitting that prize money? They all wouldn’t have to work for the rest of their lives.

I didn’t bother wiping the dark liquid off the tip and made my way back downstairs. There was a creak that came from the living room and I wished that the layout had been more closed off now. Whoever it was definitely saw them.

It wasn’t hard to miss the tall figure holding an axe; they looked into the kitchen from where they stood in the living room. All of them had gotten up from their chairs, prepared to run, but when they saw me they didn’t. I held a finger up to my lips as I snuck up behind. 

“Fucking do something!” Liam yelled, and I cursed. What a fucking moron. 

The figure whipped around and growled at the sight of me. “A Watcher.” 

“In the flesh,” I smugged. 

Immediately, they tried to throw the axe at my head. I ducked as I ran, then slid between their legs and hopped onto their back. I dug the knife into one of the main airway valves in the neck before they grabbed my shoulders and chucked me across the room.

I coughed at the loss of air in my chest and cautiously got up from the shards of glass that were the remnants of the coffee table. I felt the cuts stinging my skin, but didn’t have the time to mull them over. The figure returned with the axe and stalked toward the guys, despite the knife that stuck out. I can’t imagine that feels great.

I launched and latched onto their body. I kicked the hand that held the weapon to get them to drop it. Then I drew a handgun with a silencer on it and shot them in the foot, then the head; double tap. 

“Two down, fourteen left,” I remarked, no sense of relief, and began to assess the bits in my arms. The vest and crossbow prevented any larger incisions. 

“How many?” Niall deadpanned and lowered himself into a chair. 

“That was… fucking awesome.” Louis laughed. Despite everything? I’m not surprised.  

I glared at Liam. “You want to yell again? Let them know exactly where we’re at?”

He made that kill a lot harder than it should’ve been. 

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in response. 

“Katie, let me sterilize those cuts.” Maddy opened her kit and found rubbing alcohol. Arguably my least favorite thing to apply to an injury. 

“No, I’m fine.” I shook my head and gestured to her to put it away. “Save it for them.”

The ringing in my ears returned and I swallowed. The whites of everyone’s eyes were apparent in the dark and it was unsettling, but as long as I saw six of them grouped together, I was doing my job.

I heard the death star whisk past before there was a cry of pain.

“Fuck... My fucking side! What the fuck?” 

“Under the table!” I ordered and shoved chairs out of the way. Harry helped me drag Louis underneath, and Harry had to hold him down to stop his shaking. The steel star had ripped through his clothes and flesh to create a gash that was grossly deep. 

“Maddy,” I clenched between my teeth. 

“I’m on it,” she replied and used the only towel she had to soak up what blood she could. I watched her do a process of using a lighter to crust the sides of the skin to stop the staunch flow before I set my focus on taking care of the new hunter.  

There were two actually, and one of them brought it upon themselves to crouch down and reach for Niall who was closest. 

“Ah, help! Katie!” He kicked as much as he could, but that didn’t stop them of course. 

I threw a switch knife into one of their hands and shot the exposed chest with a bullet, then their forehead; always double tap. I didn’t get to the other fast enough as a bullet plunged into Niall’s arm, causing some blood to splatter onto Maddy’s back. Her stance didn’t falter in the slightest as she finished Louis and put herself in line of fire to get Niall.

These hunters had terrible aim. Something told me they probably weren’t the real threat out of their group. I threw my body into their skinny legs to throw them off balance and wrestled my way up to shoot them in the heart twice. 

Twelve.

I took a couple deep breaths to slow my racing heart. I pulled my blade out of the dead hand to put it away, and reloaded my handgun before holstering it. 

Niall whimpered in frustration and bit his curse words as Maddy finished digging the bullet out. I felt for him, but a bullet into the arm wasn’t the worst damage; it was child’s play to be honest. 

Louis grimaced in pain from where he continued to lay, sweat coated his face and neck. He was definitely out; there was no way he could run if we needed to. I guess the kitchen was our base for the remainder of the purge. I needed to gather their weapons and get more ammo from the vault. 

"Katie?" he rasped. 

"Louis, save your breath." He would need to get safer medical attention if he survived. 

He barely shook his head. "N-no… I l-love… you."  

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Louis, this is not the time to confess love. We still barely know anything about each other. Don't be cliche." Maybe I felt it too, but it really wasn’t the time.

"A fucking Watcher, eh?" 

I huffed and looked in their direction. "You bet your fucking ass. If you want them, you'll have to go through me." 

"Gladly." 

They made a running start at me with their weapon of choice; a machete. A classic. I chucked my switch into their privates before drawing my gun to put two bullets in their chest and head. 

Eleven. 

This sending one or two in at a time is a different method, especially for a large group. I can only guess they thought it would be more terrorizing. It would be if I didn't know their count. To be completely fair, that first hunter could’ve been lying to me. It was a number to focus on though. 

"Harry, if we have to move, I need you to carry Louis. Niall, here is my other gun. I need to get more ammo." 

I didn't wait for a response as I pulled the knife out from my last kill and kept it in my palm. I flipped it around in my hand as I went to the closest vault; the hallway closet. I decided to take another gun on top of the ammunition. A yell from the living room had me sprinting. 

I couldn’t help laughing at the sight of another hunter stuck in a bear trap. It snatched his ankle pretty good. 

“You’re a fucking moron,” I stated as I held my gun to their head and pulled the trigger. Then I put another in their heart.   

Ten. 

Quickly, I pulled their ankle out of the claws and reset it before I went back to the table. I gave Niall more ammo and reloaded my own. Then I grasped my crossbow and loaded it up with three arrows. 

“Okay, as far as I know there’s ten left. They’re probably saving best for last so I beg of you, listen to me, okay?” 

All of them nodded. My eyes switched back to Louis and his eyes were barely open. 

“Maddy is there anything else you could do for Louis?”

“I’ve got proper surgical gear and anesthetics in my room. If I can get up there, I could get it cleaned up better and resew it, and give him a good ass high to numb the pain.” 

I smirked. “Deal. I’ll go first. Niall, I need you to hold down the fort here.”

“Are you mad?” Liam remarked. “You can’t leave us alone. Niall just only started to shoot that weapon.” 

I cocked my head and narrowed my eyes. “You really want your bandmate to die from his wound? Niall has a pretty good shot. You’ll be fine and if you feel so inclined to protect your own life, there’s a machete or axe right there.” 

Thankfully, the trip to get Maddy’s bag was uneventful. I even got a glance out the open door and there was nothing out there. It was definitely unsettling. 

She stuck a needle of some anesthetic in Louis’s arm first before she began to clean it up once more. There was no way that wasn’t going to leave a mean scar. A great story for the future.

I took the liberty to sanitize my own scratches and it was now I felt the cut on my cheek. There was blood in my mouth. I only wiped it away and used some gauze to cover it up. I popped a couple pills to subside the pain that my adrenaline had been hiding. It’s been quiet for a while. I hated that. 

My head snapped up at the noise of more whispers that weren’t the voices of our group. Slowly, I stood and made my prepared aim with my crossbow. It was time to get multiple in one. I followed them down the main hallway into the other room that was opposite of the living room by the front. 

“Tell your friends I say hi,” I stated and when they turned around in slight surprise, I pulled the trigger. The metal heads went straight into their necks, then I grabbed my pistol to get one in the head and the other in the heart. 

Eight. 

“Kat! They came from the back!” Niall yelled and then were the sound of a shot. Who knew if that was Niall or them. Considering no one is yelling in pain, I had a good guess that it missed the intended target. 

I snatched the arrows and felt the little splatters of hot liquid on my hands. I restrung them and ran for the kitchen. I barely took the time to aim before I pulled the trigger and missed. 

“Fuck!” I muttered. 

This time I chucked the crossbow at their head and made a run start to kick them in the chest with both feet. I sprung back up and used my switched blade to slice their neck. 

Seven. 

I loaded up the crossbow again and strung it across my back. I observed everyone. We were still in the same state as before. They waited longer that time before they sent more in, but now they were coming in more than one way. We needed to hydrate, and maybe eat something. Luckily the refrigerator still had bottles of water in it. 

“Drink up,” I ordered and tossed everyone a bottle before I took my own. 

“Kat, let me take a look at the cut on your face.” 

I looked at Maddy with a small smile. “It’s fine. There’s seven left, at least that’s the number I’m down to. How’s Louis?”

I overlooked the exhausted group; Louis was better, but he needed to be in a real hospital facility after this. I couldn’t help reaching out to lightly touch his fingers.

She shrugged. “He can’t lose any more blood, but what he lost initially is enough. If the wound opens back up, or he gets another, he won’t survive.”

I let out a deep breath. “Okay.”

His fingers tightened around mine a little as his eyes reopened to glossily gaze at me. A little smirk crossed his lips. “We will manage, love.” 

I smirked back with a shake of head. I opened up my bottle of water and took another sip. I had to be careful not to drink it too fast. 

“Niall, how’s the arm?” 

Niall laughed under his breath. “Better than ever… Never thought that I’d actually be shot.”

“No one does,” Harry remarked with a small scoff. 

Zayn raised his eyebrows. “You said there’s seven left?” 

I nodded. “That’s what I’ve counted.”

“Do you think the others will come?” Liam asked. 

“I don’t know, but part of me doesn’t like that we’re sitting ducks now. We should try to figure out how to get the power back on.”

“What about the breaker?” Maddy suggested. 

Niall pointed to her. “Oh yeah, I think I saw it in the basement.” 

My jaw tightened as I thought. We might be safer in the basement. Less entrances, they’d have to look a little harder to find us… maybe, the basement might be the first place the next ones think to look. It was still better than this kitchen. And if we could get the power back on, that meant the security system would reboot itself. My watch said it was four am; we just needed to make it another four hours. 

I cleared my throat. “Let’s go. Everyone.” 

As we all began to get up and make our way to the basement, there was an arrow that shot down the main hallway and stuck into Liam’s leg. His cries were louder than either of the rest who were injured. 

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

I used my own crossbow to aim and fire toward the figure that was standing on the front porch. I aimed once more and shot another before I drew my pistol as I crept closer. They were dead. 

Six. 

It was then, though, I knew I made my greatest mistake of the entire purge. 

I swallowed and held my breath lowly as I saw the rest of the hunters surrounding me outside. My dad's words rung in my head, I could run and probably lose them. But I couldn't leave the boys and Maddy like that; I was assigned to protect them, at whatever cost that may be.

“Kat?” Niall called. “Everything alright?” 

I nodded. “Just go, I’ll be there soon.” 

There was hesitation before he and Zayn helped Liam move downstairs. Harry, Louis, and Maddy were already downstairs. I waited until I heard the door close to assess my situation more. There were one on each of my sides, another machete and gun, and four on the ground, stars, two guns, and knives. I definitely needed to take out the two closest to me and make sure none of the groundies make it up the porch stairs. 

“Before we kill you, we have an offer. Help us kill them. You’ll live and maybe we’ll give you a cut of the prize money.” 

I snorted as I looked the hunter with the machete up and down. They were playing with it; spinning it around in their hand. As if that was meant to scare me. A machete was one of the least scary weapons imaginable. There weren’t many weapons that did cause my skin to crawl; it was being at complete uneven odds. I could say, though, that I was at my best fighting game when the risks were high.

“Hmm, let me think about that… No.”

I ducked to dodge a bullet and rolled toward them. I threw my switchblades into the leg and stomach of the machete. Then I grabbed the ankle of the pistol with my feet before I gripped their shirt and tossed them over the railing. I couldn't forget about the stars; those were more deadly than a bullet wound. 

“Get ready to lose a limb!” The machete was swung at me and I dove between their legs to avoid it. 

“You know, if you’re trying to kill me, announcing your attack isn’t the smartest strategy.” I drew my pistol to use the last of two shots to put a bullet in their forehead. I made my double tap and quickly switched out the packets before I ripped my bows out of the kill that led me here and loaded my crossbow. I ducked down behind the railing for a little bit of protection as I thought of my next move. 

Five. 

Something grazed my ear and I bit on my lip. The fucking stars. I didn’t have to touch that area to know I probably had a chunk missing and it was bleeding.

Here we fucking go. 

I launched myself over the railing and made a rolling stop before I aimed my crossbow and my arrows serrated the skin of two hunters; stars and a gun. Actually, one of my arrows went through their eye socket. I could see the sun rising behind them. I counted my breaths with my steps as I continued to take their attacks. 

I lost my pistol from one of them hitting me and I was now relying on a little bit more hand on hand combat. I did take a good couple punches to the face, which definitely reopened the cut on my cheek, and to my kidney, and a small paring knife in my shoulder. I used the knife hunter as a shield when the stars decided to throw another my way and they tore part of their mate’s arm. 

The sound of their pain-filled cries was like music to my fucking ears.

I took a knife from their stash and silenced them in one go. Then chucked it into the star's heart area to end them finally. They’d all had larger statures; I wasn’t surprised since they were the last of the litter. 

Finally, I was down to one. The hunter I’d thrown over the railing. They’d joined the fight, but began to back off when their numbers started to drop. Slowly, I gripped my crossbow and loaded it with bloody gut arrows. My hands looked disgusting right now. I’m sure the rest of my body didn’t look any better. It was a mixture I couldn’t wait to wash off later. 

I licked my lips before I aimed it in their direction and cocked my head. “Last one, eh?” 

“I will leave. The money doesn’t mean that much to me. I was just doing this for shits and giggles.” They shook their head and raised their hands in the air. 

“I’m not laughing,” I remarked and pressed the trigger.

Zero.

I sighed as I scoured the area, to make sure they were really the last one. I gathered my gear before I went inside, noting the lights were back on. Instantly, I shut the door and was grateful to hear the mega lock click. Then I let myself finally fall to the floor in fatigue and I closed my eyes momentarily. It wasn’t long as all the injuries pulsed at once and I grimaced at the most prevalent one; my shoulder. 

“Maddy!” I yelled. “I need you.” 

There were heavy footsteps that came from under me before the basement door burst open to reveal Niall, Zayn and Maddy. 

“Oh my god! Kat!” she exclaimed, immediately beginning to attend the small sustained injuries. 

“You… You fought with a knife in your shoulder?” Niall lightly gasped. 

“Well,” I grunted deeply as I held down my arm and Maddy slowly pulled it out. “You never pull out a knife if you don’t know what it possibly hit. Trust me… I’ve had worse.” 

Zayn gestured in the direction of out front. “How many did you fight out there?”

“Six… There’s none left.”

“Fuck, mate,” he breathed. 

I couldn’t stop the tears that slid down my cheek while Maddy finished wrapping it up. Now, she attended the cuts on my face and cringed when she looked down at my leg. 

I cleared my throat. “What is it?” 

“Kat, you had a death star hit the side of your thigh.”

“I, uh… I don’t remember that one happening.” I willed myself to look down and didn’t bat an eye at the sight of my own shredded up skin, the black particles of my leggings mixed in. “Can you get that cleaned up?” 

“I’m gonna-I’m gonna go back downstairs. I can’t take any more of this,” Niall announced and fled to the safety of the basement. 

Zayn pointed in that direction. “Uh, me too…”

I snorted. “How’s Liam’s leg?” 

Maddy shook her head. “I’d say it was equivalent to Niall’s bullet wound.” 

“So… nothing?” 

Both of us laughed. I waited patiently while she finished, then helped me stand up. Walking would not be a cake walk until it healed in the upcoming months. We limped to the kitchen and eyed the bodies that littered the floor, along with broken glass and weapons. 

“Should we move them elsewhere?” Maddy asked. I was shocked with her directing that question to me, considering I knew this wasn’t her first purge. 

“Let’s wait until the purge has been called, then we’ll toss them outside.” In the off chance that there were more outside, we needed to keep that front door closed. It registered that two of them had come from the backside entrance and I went to find the culprit exit to close it off, resetting the bear trap. 

Maddy left to I assume go get the rest to come back up stairs as they all resurfaced. Liam’s expression was less than thrilled, though it softened after he took in my current state. I only rolled my eyes; he didn’t deserve a better response to his behavior. 

Despite not opening the front door, I still directed everyone who could to move the bodies in a more fashioned pile and sweep up all the broken glass; we didn’t need anymore avoidable injuries. 

Everyone collapsed into their own chair while Louis laid on the couch. I looked down at my watch and felt all the relief of the world. There was only one minute left. 

The blue hue filled the living room and my eyes scanned the hologram of Rump. “I am here to announce that the 100th year of the bounty purge is now over. No more violence may commence. There will be consequences if you choose to do so… Officials will be stopping by to take count of those who haven’t already been turned in. Until next year.” 

There was a small flash before it returned to the normal lighting. Not that we needed it anymore, we could open up the windows for more natural light. 

“So… who wants breakfast?” Harry asked with a small smile and clapped his hands once as he stood. 

Next and last: The End

[Masterlist]

#one direction #1D #one direction fanfiction #one direction fic #1D fanfiction #1D fic #niall horan #harry styles #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #liam payne #action #comedy #purge #bounty #bounty purge #The Watchers

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1D Day, Hour One

God only knows what this hellscape will look like on December 18, so if I’m gonna recap each hour of 1D Day, I might as well do it now, eh?? 1D Day is a gift that none of us really deserved, and yeah, it has a ton of shitty moments, but much like X Factor itself, the true gem is Louis Tomlinson and how much he runs this entire show (and lbr, the band itself), Jesus, god, do I love him.

Anyway, 1D Day aired 7 hours of live content on November 23, 2013 to promote Midnight Memories, and yes, yes, we’ve all seen the gifsets, but like anything else with this band, it’s tremendously better in context. I watched this whole thing a couple of years ago, when I first got into this fandom, but I didn’t know all of the dynamics then, so it’s extra fascinating to me now. We’ve all binged worse shit than this that took way longer, and I promise you won’t regret an hour a night for a week--but if you’d rather read my hot take, here you go, under the cut! Note: these are really shitty screengrabs, and for that, I am truly sorry.

A horrible announcer introduces the D by saying they weigh in at a collective 792 pounds, and all I can wonder is does this mean they have daily weigh-ins, why is it that specific? This focus on their weight is just gross to me. C’mon, writers, you’re better than this (j/k, you aren’t).

The three-foot bubble between Louis and Harry is established pretty early on, with Harry doing the prettiest sitting in all the land before bolting to his feet immediately because Louis happened to walk by his couch. A very real question: Was this bubble a requirement that Ben Winston constantly whispers into their headpieces, or did sbb decide, hey, let’s make it obvious that we have to CONSTANTLY adjust where we stand, even if it’s two feet away because that’s not enough room for Jesus?

There are some truly hilarious guest “stars” to announce, the first being the giant video head of David Beckham, which pops up and immediately starts speaking, so we're already off to the races with a) fuckups and b) Louis’s annoyance at said fuckups.

Liam takes a good hard look at his future:

Harry isn’t allowed to gaze at Becks, he’s off by the listening booth, which is a giant red call box because they’re Briddish, pip pip, cheerio. Unrelated, but I low-key feel like Harry's coked up or else really taking the piss with all his “LIVE BANDDDDDDD,” JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!,” etc., not to mention how fast he’s speaking, the way he grinds on the guitarist’s lap while Louis fonds at the sky, and all the yelling with arms aloft.

The best part of the rundown of the guest “stars” (or breast stars, if you’re Niall) is that we’re only in the first 10 minutes, so everyone’s giving it a go, but then we get to Mr. Simon Cowell, and Niall claps five times to stony silence (me as Harry constantly staring at Louis from three feet away):

Piers Morgan comes out to describe the “grilling” he’s going to give them later, all angry—genuinely angry—that they’re trending on twitter because they keep saying that he smells. And they don’t stop, even here, they keep yelling, “What’s that smell? You stink, etc.,” and he’s such a dick that I want to bottle this moment and spritz it around my house daily.

This mild trash talking continues, with Piers promising “tears from Piers,” but Slytherin Niall pulls the fingernail out of his mouth, smiles that sneaky smile, and says, “Yeah, but this isn’t Piers Morgan Day, is it, this is 1D Day,” and I want a transcript because there’s so much talking, but all of it trashes Piers, and god, I love my sons.

Anyway, they keep winding Piers up (Piers: “I’m going to find out what you’re most embarrassed about,” Liam: “The way you smell,” Piers, genuinely in a rage: “Don’t say that”), and he keeps talking about how he’s interviewed heads of state, etc., the implication being that this is below him, but Niall counters that Oprah and Barbara Walters have, too, and they would have much preferred Oprah, to the point where Piers admits they couldn’t afford Oprah (lmaooooooo). 

We move on to Harry, spinning a twitter wheel that means they’ll follow whoever it lands on, which seems like a cute idea. I’m guessing it’s the official twitter handle?? I don’t know or actually care!

Louis can’t read the teleprompter, and he mutters later that it’s because it makes no sense rather than being too hard to actually see, but me as Niall, already yawning at the 25-minute mark (the bubble is preserved, though, whew):

I’m guessing Scott Mills is the “host” of this show because he comes out with a stick (??) and an agenda (Scott’s no Dermot…he has a face for radio, as they used to say back in the day). This whole section just features a lot of Harry and his pinned sleeves staring at Louis, and honestly relatable:

The next task is toilet paper roll stacking, with two judges from the Guinness Book of World Records on hand to see if this band of hyenas can beat the current world record and stack 28 (!!!!) rolls in 30 seconds. Two reasons to love Louis: he interrupts this idiocy to ask, “How did you two get into this, is this a full-time job you do every day?” (I was wondering the exact same thing), and this is his face for this challenge:

Sadly, they fail, and Harry’s the one who has to tell the judges, “Well, sorry for wasting your time!” with a cheery wave from the ladder. Uh oh, though, the bubble, we’re at two feet:

Much better!

This is still too close for Ben Winston’s comfort, so we split up the teams in what feels like a college course with a lot of money to run fake broadcasting drills. Zouis gets to report from the field, with some tweet rapping; the weather guy, sports guy, and lead broadcaster experience some technical difficulties, prompting Harry’s infamous, “SOMETHING’S GONE WRONG,” and we’re off to Poland:

For a production company that seems hell bent on “no homo,” there are lots of things that raise my brows, like this big “handsome” (Harry’s words) he-man who’s going to pull a “boohs” full of 1D fans over a line, so the boys have to guess how long it’s going to take him…by writing all over his mostly nude body (I’m the eye contact that Harry and Louis maintain during this):

Dude pulls the boohs successfully, so yay! Next up is Wrong Direction, the world’s worst lookalikes (HONESTLY, I’m embarrassed for everyone in this segment on Hollywood Blvd: the idiots who are “fooled” by this, the guys themselves and the low-key insult of it all, myself because this went on for way too long):

I’ll spare everyone the individual matchups because yike, but the real Wrong Direction comes to the studio, with all the guys dressed up like their matches, and the real D is polite, albeit mildly “wtf are we supposed to do about this” (me, too, Zayn). Points to Harry for at least trying to strike up some conversation: “Did you have foon, acting like us?” We’re supposed to vote for the best one on Google+ (lolololololol).

Scott takes two girls who look like they’re legit about to pass out into the red call box so they can be the first people to listen to the new album. While they listen to something none of us can hear, we get some VT (that’s “videotape,” god, I hate the whole lingo lesson we got earlier) of Spain and some fans, all of which feels like lengthy filler. I feel for the people Scott mentions as being asleep during this because there is a LOT of fill. Maybe make this shit shorter, just a suggestion!

Next up is Jamie Scott from his home somewhere in the middle of the night; he wrote most of Midnight Memories along with Louis and Liam, and he gives them an 8.5 in terms of how they did on a scale of 1-10 (and that’s AFTER Louis insults his pillows with the alphabet on them, “In case you forget”). There’s a lot of Lilo hand-shaking in celebration, and some enthusiastic clapping from Harry (a little too enthusiastic…I’m gonna imagine that someone tells him to tone it down in his earpiece because he looks around quite a bit):

A few things happen that don’t really interest me: the first listen of “Through the Dark” (this is skipped in the vid), a remote report from Radio Disney (Harry: “HOLLYWOODDDDDD!”) and a fan who wins the chance to come visit them later in the day, and then we’re back to Scott, who looks exhausted, and it’s only been 40 minutes.

All is not lost, because the next VT is the totally unnecessary yet extremely vital coverage of the D’s exercise regime. I’ve seen so many gifsets of hottttt and sweaty Lirry, but you haven’t lived until you’ve heard Niall’s American accent while he stretches: “Welcome to my workout dvd! I’ll be with you for the next 45 minutes to  give you the lowdown of how I stay in shape.” PLEASE @ NIALL, DO THIS.

I really WANT to be Harry and effortlessly pump out pushups, but in reality I’m Zouis, popping some robot dance moves and drinking Red Bull. The weird shorthand throughout this is that Liam is an animal (Ziam + a whip = fire), Harry’s into flirty sexercise, Niall wants an arse like Kim K’s, Zayn’s a slender boxer, and Louis…just fucks around? Missed opp for footie Louis.

The first performance is “Story of My Life,” and we’ve all seen it before, but godDAMN, Zayn sings like an angel. Lots of technical problems in the audio, prompting quite a few Louis/Harry hand gestures, but still, in spite of it all, they sound amazing individually and together.

Even local asshole Piers Morgan is impressed, as he comes out to tell them that they were surprisingly good, along with a bunch of other neg bullshit. This is another one of those segments that it pays to watch the whole clip of, and Jesus, do I want a transcript. They head over to the couches, and Piers points at Louis and says, “You have the most reason to be nervous,” but Louis’s like, “Yeah, but I’m not,” and wow, #goals.

Everyone gets a couch, and the upshot is that Piers is a terrible egoist who thinks he’s a fantastic interviewer, but he really isn’t…all the questions are shit, and these five eat him alive. Everything he asks falls flat, and it’s so masterfully, subversively handled, from Louis’s iconic “define girlfriends” (and the underappreciated attempt by Harry to define it for Piers later: “Like in primary school, if you hold hands with a girl and you're eight, is that a girlfriend?”) to the obsession with smells (Piers asking Niall, “Why do you always smell,” claiming it’s a fan’s question, and Niall answering that it’s because he had colic as a child, so can only fart; Piers asking Zayn, “Who stinks the worst,” and Zayn saying that they all smell quite good, actually) to Piers demanding to see Zayn’s tattoo and relentlessly attacking him for it being a gun (Louis keeps interjecting that it’s a watergun, but go off I guess, paraphrasing).

But the best is always Louis. “What’s the weirdest thing a girl has done to impress you?” “Tweeted Piers Morgan.” Later, he says pointblank to Piers, “You do stink.” But then…but THEN, it’s the Four interview 1.0, only instead of Ben trying to get Louis to deny gay rumors, it’s Piers, who does it twice: “What’s the one rumor you wouldn’t want to hear about yourself?” Louis’s answer: “That I’m not good at football.” “Are you good?” “No….I just wouldn’t want it confirmed.” Piers tries AGAIN: “What’s the worst thing you’ve had to read about yourself?” but Louis turns it around and says he hates reading about one of the other boys being dead (!).

Because he’s the worst, Piers takes it to the ladies and asks how many girlfriends they’ve had and how many times they’ve kissed a girl. Harry says he’s kissed 8 ladies (which prompts a good scoff out of Zayn), and everyone else says 5 or 6, 3 or 4, etc., with Louis declaring he’s only had one proper relationship (no genders mentioned), so maybe 2 (lmaooooo). Piers gets all excited that he’s kissed more girls than this hot boyband has, and I wanna say, you’re almost there, “friend”…keep working it through.

There’s more antics w/r/t Piers, like his poor 2YO daughter crying, and him trying to blame it on Harry Styles not answering her dad’s sex questions or stupid questions about embarrassing things they’ve caught the others doing, and yeah, I don’t think they’ll get into the big ot5 gang bang on live TV, but ask anyway, I guess?

The last person to suffer sitting next to Piers is Liam, and I love him always, but especially for saying, “How’s it going there, stinky?” when Piers takes a seat to ask him why he’s so sexy. Piers tries to “joke” that the sexy question is for him, but nobody says anything, and then he asks Liam AGAIN before admitting that it’s a shitty question, so then he asks about them all wearing tight jeans, and godddddd, why does anyone let him interview anyone?? 

The good news is that Piers can tell he lost, so as he tells them that he thinks they’re pretty okay, actually, but, “You’ve gotta stop calling me stinky,” and you know they never will.

Scott says it might feel like much longer, but it’s only been an hour, and Zayn’s lookalike won, so we can all rest easy. This hour closes with a review of the highlights, and it’s ham-fisted and awful. Shocking!!!!

I can’t do one of these every single day, but I’ll do hour two sometime soon! Hope you enjoyed this, @justlarried, lol!

#recap #1d day #hour one #it really did feel like a full day

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I can’t believe it already November 28th, this month has gone by so quickly! Here are some of the Famous/Non-Famous AUs I’ve read! These are focusing more on Famous H/Non-Famous L. I’ll definitely do a part 2 where it’s Famous L/Non-Famous H.

As always, make sure to leave a nice comment for the authors and leave a kudos!

Whirlwind, 21k, by @haydolce 

AU. Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee, Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old friend when he needs a date for his big night.

lock me up with love, 29k, by @liltinylouis

“So you must go out more often than I thought,” Harry said. “I see you all the time now!”

“Well, one of those times you literally came to my door.”

Harry laughed, a loud honking sound, a shock to Louis’ ears. He couldn’t remember the last time he made someone laugh, not so easily and genuine.

Harry didn’t seem embarrassed, but his eyes were hazy, hair a bit mussed up, cheeks red. Oh. He was drunk, or tipsy maybe. That explained a lot.

“That’s true,” he said, then frowned. “Oh no, do I seem like a stalker?”

“Eh,” Louis said, “just a little bit.”

Louis had a messed-up knee, ruined career, and labradoodle to take care of. Harry had a normal knee, perfect career, and concern for his recluse neighbor. Harry's baking skills were enough to bring them together.

When It’s Late At Night, 25k, @all-these-larrythings

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that's exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

Or

The Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

‘Til I Tasted You, 14k, by @icanhazzalou

Louis is Harry Styles' biggest fan. It doesn't matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can't cook to save his life.

At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit.

tangled up in you, 45k, by @missandrogyny

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

Something Great, 31k, by @infinitelymint

In which a coincidence, instagram, a party, a piano and a planned coming out all come together to make two people fall in love. As it happens, it turns out to be a rather effective combination.

or, Louis is a student and Harry is the mega-famous singer that happens to post a photo with Louis in the background. Together they kind of break the internet.

Rise up like the sun, 41k, by @tommosgun

“I wasn't taking a sneaky pic.” Louis blurted out, the guy stood at one of the urinals taking a piss. “You were.” The guy answered coolly. “I would've taken a pic with you if you'd just asked.” “No I didn't want a pic with you.” The guy turned his head, quirking his eyebrow sardonically. “No you're far too cool for that, you just wanted to violate my privacy.” Louis squeezed his eyes shut. “I'm sorry. Look..” He walked towards the guy flicking his phone out. “Hey.” The guy hunched over, hiding his junk. “Oh no no, I wasn't gonna take a pic. Fuck.” Louis threw his hands up, stopping in his tracks. “Look I'm going to show you I'm deleting it.” Louis turned his phone and the pic disappeared. “You looked familiar, I was going to send it to my friend and ask who you were, I'm sorry, dick move.” Louis sighed, smiling apologetically. The guy zipped and walked to the basin. “So you invade my privacy then insult my level of fame by pretending to not know who I am.” The guy was turned away from Louis. “Look I'm...shit.” Louis inhaled noisily. The guy turned, a grin spread over his face. “I'm fucking with you.”

Not Quite, 34k, by @lads-laddylads

Niall gives Harry an exasperated look, nodding slowly. “Okay...so do you want to explain why we’re hiring Louis? And do you want to explain it without making any mention of his soft hair or ample buttocks?”

As Harry prepares for the premiere of his first blockbuster film, his manager encourages him to hire a bodyguard as a precautionary measure. Harry ends up making an unusual choice.

24K Magic, 32k @justalittlelouislove

“I know, I bet you want an autograph.”

An...what? Louis’ jaw drops open, actually hangs open, as he gapes at him in absolute and utter disbelief. Right here, on a Friday night in London, Louis has happened upon the biggest douchebag in the history of the world. Surely he should contact someone. A record-keeping organisation or something.

“You think I want an autograph,” Louis repeats slowly. Maybe if the guy hears the words back clearly enough he’ll comprehend the level of asshole he’s throwing out into the universe.

It doesn’t work, Mr. Douchebag of the Century just smirks and leans into Louis’ space, well more into his space, “Mmhmm, we’ll have to go up to my Penthouse. That’s where I keep my pens.”

or

A fic based on 24k Magic by Bruno Mars, in which Harry's a mess and famous, Louis is a mess and not, Liam and Zayn are probably hiding something, and Niall is a horrible flatmate.

Kiss Me With Adventure (”Til I Forget My Name), 31k, by summer_roses

Harry is the big new thing in the music industry and in a mad search to find a makeup artist before his first ever world tour kicks off. Louis is an internet famous beauty guru/YouTuber who drinks too much tea and a habit of cursing excessively. When a fan tweets Harry the link to Louis' YouTuber channel it starts something neither of them could have ever imagined.

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Based on the prompt: Harry's the biggest indie star in the music industry and just as his first world tour starts his makeup artist leaves. Harry's team is frantically searching for a new one but they can't seem to get a hold of one Harry actually likes?? Cue Harry, alone in his apartment a week before tour, he sees a tweet from a fan saying that "this is my favorite youtuber!! blah blah", Harry clicks it and there's youtuber!Louis who //conveniently// is also a beauty guru. Harry thinks he's cute n stuff but he also wants him on his team and all that.

Is This Seat Taken, 35k, by lainy122

A borrowed suit from Zayn, a cigarette and the right attitude, and Louis went from security breach to misplaced celebrity instantly. He could practically see the wheels in the security guy’s head switch from ‘could be dangerous’ to ‘could get me fired’. L.A was so predictable.

Louis makes a bet with Zayn that he can sneak into a music awards event without getting caught, and when he ends up posing as a seat-filling member of staff he runs into superstar Harry Styles and sparks fly. Que the music.

Tis the Season for...Love?, 27k, by @alarriefantasy

Prompt: Harry seems to have it all: A successful career as a pastry chef, a Victorian home in London, and a dedicated boyfriend who he's been with for years. One day he stops by his boyfriend's apartment to surprise him and finds out that he's not so dedicated to Harry after all. Shocked and too depressed to celebrate, he decides to skip Christmas and on a whim leaves on a plane to New York. In New York he meets Louis…

Or...Louis might just be what Harry's needed all along.

A Pleasant Side to You, 8k, by @smrwine

Louis brought his palms up to his temples, easing the roaring headache that was quickly developing beneath his skull. His entire day spent half dressed out in the sun was all leading up to this show, and hearing their new songs, and being twenty feet away from his only teenage heartthrob and coming of age inspiration. It had been nearly a decade since he saw them perform live, and this was something he was genuinely looking forward to. Louis shook his head and cringed inward at his disappointment.

“Well who’s replacing them, then? They were the headliners.”

“I dunno,” Nick said with a fleeting hand movement. “Some bloke named Harry Styles.” or Louis ends his summer with a festival and a man whois almost too good to be true.

One Week, Eight Hours, 3k, by daggerinrose

Louis doesn’t have a reason to hate Harry Styles (which, to be fair, is a reason of its own.)

or: a production assistant with no experience in front of a camera interviews a rockstar with old shoes and a distasteful attitude.

Please let me know if there’s anymore recs you have! Happy 28th!

#famous/non-famous au #fic rec #28th appreciation #larry fanfiction #mine

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Sat 6 March ‘21

Weekends slow for news? Not on Louis’ watch!! He apparently got up this Saturday and was like it is time to make some fucking waves, let’s GO. “I always dreamed of having my own label,” he tweeted, “having an imprint never really worked for me because I still had to have someone else's blessing to sign people. People I believed in massively but unfortunately didn't fit the traditional pop role hence never doing the deals.... So I've decided to put it out there in the world today. I'm going to start my own music management company to help develop new artists. Watch this space. I just wanted to take the first step of actualising the idea but at this stage that's all this is. An idea!” Louis we are literally always watching this space and this is why, you truly never fail to exceed our hopes at every turn. “P.s. a management company not a label,” he adds, tuned in to the discourse as always, “sometimes action is needed first to encourage the motivation and belief” (about where he’s at in the process), and he’s quick to reassure that his own touring and music won’t be affected-- “no.”

He is really thinking about what he dealt with and seeing other people still dealing with it and taking steps to do something about it while using and building on his experience and strengths (to say nothing of his connections and well earned clout)! God knows with his experience he’s more qualified than 90% of the people who start these things, with his decade of being steeped in the industry and having the background under his belt of both being the point person wrangling on behalf of the biggest band in the literal world and of seeing firsthand the barriers standing in the way of less established artists, as he’s spoken about on multiple occasions; including last year when he talked about the imprint he tried to start many years ago but wasn’t able to get off the ground due to Syco’s lack of cooperation, saying “The kind of artists I was interested in developing- because I genuinely feel that through my experience in 1D, you know, one of the biggest fucking bands, I feel like I’ve learned a lot about the industry- they weren’t ready made. I had a lot of artists I took through the door that were rough and ready, but major labels want to see something that works straight away. I found that a little demotivating.” But maybe the most recent time he talked about it was when he played Copy of a Copy of a Copy for us? If management companies had theme songs, that should certainly be this one’s! I can’t think of one single person I’d rather have on my side as a young artist than Louis, anyone he signs will be so lucky both in the support they get and to get access to the built in audience he brings to anything he touches (that’s us!)-- and there’s no one I’d rather have out there finding new artists for me to listen to, he’s got SUCH a good ear for both what’s truly good and what will sell.

So who will these lucky signees be? I mean first of all it’s clearly wildly premature to speculate about that, but I do see people speculating about two folks in particular--  1) Liam and 2) Louis himself. I gotta tell you I don’t think either of these is at all likely (or desirable?). Aside from the fact that I don’t think the kind of music Liam makes is at all what Louis is looking to do with his company (nor the fact that Liam is already an established artist) surely it would be really weird and kind of inappropriate for either of them to be the other’s boss? I mean is Liam fine with just handing over control of the business side of his things, yes, but I just don’t think this idea is at all plausible. And as for Louis being his own client-- that’s just not really what management is? I suppose there are ways he could build his company to serve himself but I very much doubt that’s what he means by this at this time; it seems pretty clear to me that he wants to do what he has always wanted to do, to use his loyal fanbase as a way to lift up small indie bands and artists he discovers who have the kind of Brit rock sound he loves.

In any case, if he’s looking for support from high places for his project (not that there was any chance of it being lacking, people KNOW Louis and are always looking to see what he’s doing) being able to point at a half million notes on a casual announcement tweet is a good way to start eh? Indeed, the hype (articles all over and industry people posting about it and commenting) and people posting that they’d love to get involved are already pouring in! I wonder if he talked with Niall about his experience of starting a management company while thinking about this, and whether Louis will also bring in a partner who already works in that field like Niall did.

Meanwhile someone posted a video of a girl blowing out candles on a One Direction cake while arm in arm with a life size Louis cutout and... Zayn’s mom?? Apparently the girl’s mom is friends with Trisha Malik and she and Zayn’s sisters (and neice Zaneyeh!) were at the party-- later they got Zayn on the phone and he facetimed with the starstruck newly 14 year old girl. Louis followed another spon-con account, Charlie Lightening posted a really cute pic of him from DLIBYH video filming, Louis also said oh yeah I’m still working on new merch I’ll let you know about that, though with so little conviction he didn’t even finish the sentence, and Liam’s sister posted about looking forward to sharing their postponed Christmas with him.

#louis tomlinson #should I just start tagging the thing 28 management now? #28 productions? #I know people have a lot of feelings about Louis X Factor judge stint but imo it’s such a big part of what brings us to this #that's life though isn't it #things happen for whatever reason and then later they lead to things that you wouldn't have expected... #ugh nm idk if I can make sense rn my head is killing me #good thing I wrote this earlier #me writing the Lilo part uh oh does this sound like D/S fic discourse listen I can’t help it if Liam just wants someone to take care of him #you should have seen the original version before I was like UHHHH WHOOPS I need to edit this #it said something about probably being happy to yield control to louis I reread and was like OH DEAR WAIT NO #lol #6 mar 21

[ssfoc]

Love You Goodbye

Hey S, I will bring an old song for us to talk about. “Love you Goodbye”. I think this song is one of the most easy interpretations, Louis already said that it is about the particularly moment after break-up with a lover one and having one last time. Nevertheless something in the lyric always intrigued myself. Clearly the relationship didn’t end well, the singer let on clearly that he is not sure about keeping the friendship with the lover, asked for mercy and the lover does not look like they want to “play easy”, I mean he or she didn’t go to apologise and probably was teasing the singer (“the way you look” and “why you wearing that to walk out of my life?”). The singer knows that it’s the end, he knows that there is nothing he can do about it. So why does he ask if there is something that could be negotiated? He does not have anything to exchange, does he? First, I used to think the “Hey, Hey, Hey” from chorus were there to fill an empty space, but then I realize that we are talking about Louis, and another song came to me, “Miss You.” Both songs have this “sound effect” of someone trying to get the attention of the person. In LYG, the singer is calling to the lover for attention, whereas in “Miss You,” someone is trying to get Louis’ attention as you already mentioned in your review. I don’t know if this is the intention, but it’s giving me an extra begging. My question is, in LYG there are two moments that he uses hypothetical scenario which are not hypothetical (“If tomorrow you won’t be mine” and “because if this is it”). If “it is what it is,” why does he allow the listener to create these scenarios? Also, the instrumental sounds pretty clean, I mean, it doesn’t play an important part in the song. Obviously this is an opinion of someone who doesn’t understand a thing about rhythm. I want to hear your thoughts about it cause this has been on my mind for awhile. Thank you so much S!!

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Love You Goodbye was written by Jacob Kasher Hindlin / Julian C. Bunetta / Louis William Tomlinson. (If you listen to the Ellen performance that I’ve linked here, please appreciate their dramatic vocal improvement since hiatus!) It was released on the Made in the AM album in 2015.

According to the video released with the listening party, Louis says, “Okay, Love You Goodbye, I think, probably, eh, is the most personal to me, this song. It was one of those moments that, when this song was starting to come together, you felt a real excitement for it, and I remember sitting in that room, and just the idea of the song is interesting to me. You know, everybody has that time after your break-up that you do have to see your ex again. And it’s kind of …um.. it’s kind of (I can’t understand his accent here–a bout out?). I think we’ve been waiting for that kind of song, really. Yeah, be a good one to perform, that’s for sure.” 

Love You Goodbye is a song with the verse and chorus in relative major-minor keys: the verse in a minor key (b-flat minor), and the chorus in a major key (D-flat major). 

If we look at the structure of the verse-chorus, we’ll see that just like in most pop songs, the verse tells the “story” of the song, and the chorus tells the main “feeling.”

[Verse 1: Liam] It’s inevitable everything that’s good comes to an end It’s impossible to know if after this we can still be friends, yeah I know you’re saying you don’t wanna hurt me, well maybe you should show a little mercy The way you look I know you didn’t come to apologise

[Verse 2: Niall] Unforgettable together held the whole world in our hands Unexplainable a love that only we could understand, yeah I know there’s nothing I can do to change it, but is it something that could be negotiated My heart’s already breaking baby go on twist the knife

The verse is telling us the story of their love affair, and it’s interesting that the harmonies never resolve. The harmonic progression doesn’t go to the home key (D flat major), but meanders around the relative minor key (b-flat minor). The last two lines of the verse (I know you’re saying you don’t wanna hurt me/ well maybe you should show a little mercy/ The way you look I know you didn’t come to apologise) is a pedal on b-flat minor (meaning that it doesn’t change– the harmonies are held on that bass) until the last words: apologise, knife. 

These two words are loaded with meaning! They are at the emotional peak of the story, and harmonically, they pop out! After six bars of the pedal (a lifetime in a pop song– the third and fourth lines of each of the verses), the harmony suddenly switches to the dominant chord (A-flat major)– a huge change– which leads directly to our home key of D-flat major. 

Finally, in the chorus, with “Hey hey hey,” we hear the home key. The harmonic change marks the arrival of the story. “This is how it was, this is how broken our love affair was, and this is how hopeless everything looked. And this is us now– in the chorus, we’ve arrived at the present. You’re here, you’ve come to tease me one last time, and we’re going to have goodbye sex.” 

[Chorus: All & Harry]

Hey, hey, hey Oh, why you wearing that to walk out of my life? Hey, hey, hey Oh, even though it’s over you should stay tonight Hey, hey, hey If tomorrow you won’t be mine, won’t you give it to me one last time? Oh, baby let me love you goodbye

One song that stands out clearly for having brilliant verse-chorus contrast is Lovefool, by The Cardigans. Just an amazing contrast. 

Here is the verse:

[Verse 1] Dear, I fear we’re facing a problem You love me no longer, I know and Maybe there is nothing that I can do To make you do Mama tells me I shouldn’t bother That I ought just to stick to another man A man that surely deserves me But I think you do

And Chorus:

[Chorus] Love me, love me Say that you love me Fool me, fool me Go on and fool me Love me, love me Pretend that you love me Leave me, leave me Just say that you need me So I cry and I beg for you to Love me, love me Say that you love me Leave me, leave me Just say that you need me I can’t care about anything but you

The contrast in the minor key of the verse and the major key of the chorus reminds me a lot of LYG. You can hear the despair in the verse, which the singer knows is the reality: You don’t love me anymore, I should find someone else. Then the chorus contrasts this with a dream scenario: I don’t care if you lie to me, just tell me you love and need me, I’m still crazy about you. 

Reality/ verse: minor key. Imagination/ chorus: major key. 

But in LYG, there’s that interesting bridge, a bridge with a kickass high note from Louis. 

[Bridge: Louis & Harry] One more taste of your lips just to bring me back To the places we’ve been and the nights we’ve had Because if this is it then at least we could end it right Oh, why you wearing that to walk out of my life?

The bridge actually ends with Louis’ high note on the third line: right. It’s the top note of the song, the virtuoso, show-off note, and also a part of the dominant (A-flat) chord– meaning the harmony is unresolved (not in the home key). 

Since Louis wrote this song, and it’s personal to him, I conclude that he wrote this bridge for himself to sing. 

And the bridge being in an unresolved harmony tells me that this is the tension of the song: there’s the fact that they’re having breakup sex, but the singer is not ready to break up. This is why he asks whether things can be negotiated– because despite his bitter and sad tone, he still has hope. And that’s why the chorus is in a major key. 

As far as speculation on whether Louis actually wrote the lyrics, here’s a few interesting parallels:

Love You Goodbye: Unforgettable, together, held the whole world in our hands. 

Just Like You: Cigarette in my left hand/ Whole world in my right hand

Louis the lyricist has moved in an increasingly more literal and less figurative direction. The same person who wrote this in 2013:

My heart, your heart Sit tight like book ends

Pages between us Written with no end So many words we’re not saying Don’t wanna wait ‘til it’s gone You make me strong

Writes this in 2017:

Is it my imagination? Is it something that I’m taking? All the smiles that I’m faking Everything is great Everything is fucking great

Going out every weekend Staring at the stars or the ceiling Hollywood friends, got to see them Such a good time I believe it this time

More literal, less figurative. Imagination has its limits, but the music, as always, soars. 

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[justnarry]

Not Over Yet

Chapter 2 - Wales

Warnings: just a little angst! Enjoy x

"Here, take my hand." Harry reaches out to you excitedly and pulls you up the last couple of steps out into the rooftop of the Motorpoint Arena in Wales.

You and the boys arrived in Wales a day before they were going to start their European leg. It was their first show back after taking a short break in the middle of the OTRA tour.

You, Harry and Niall had spent their break together just hanging out at Niall's house back in London, going for a few holes on the golf course and the occasional drinks at your favourite pubs. They had insisted you join them when they get back on the road,

"Cmon, Y/N. Please? It's bad enough Zayn's up and left us." Niall would plead.

"Please, babe? We need our best girl out there." Harry would join in.

They didnt give you much of a choice, really. You woke up one tuesday morning with both boys on your bed at Niall's guest room, all your tickets in hand breaking down their itinerary for the next couple of months which, thanks to these cheeky boys, was now your itinerary too.

So here you were, in Wales, risking proper jail time, breaking into an arena they played at all those years back on their Up All Night Tour.

Louis and Liam were engaging in banter of how the other was "such a nagger" or "always fooled around" that day they played their show here 3 years ago. Niall was just busy laughing at his two mates. While Harry sat down cross legged beside you and nudged you on the shoulder.

You giggled a little and nudged him back. "Remember the last time we were here?" You asked.

"I do, yeah. It was January, and it was cold." He laughs "Crazy huh?"

"Crazy." You repeat. "I had to drag you all the way up those stairs just so you'd agree to be up here with me. Pussy." You tease.

"Hey! I wasn't that bad. And, you didn't drag me." He says defensively.

"Strongly suggested then? I strongly suggested you come here with me." You laugh together.

"You didn't have to, to be honest. 17 year old Harry would've probably done anything you asked him to." He says his voice trailing off, and you look at him wondering where he was getting at.

"Innocence of 17? You were very impressionable." You joke trying to change the subject a little, worried that if it got a little quieter Harry would hear your heart hammering.

He looks at you and scans your face, eyes landing on your lips for a few seconds and back on your eyes again. "Nah, just inlove." he smiles.

You feel your heart beat faster, you didn't know what to say. Harry's eyes hasn't left yours yet and you feel yourself getting lost in his beautiful emeralds just like how you did a few years ago on this very rooftop.

His eyes soften, and he smiles at you. "C'mon, let's get the others befo' we get arrested." He says as he grabs your hand.

****

"Be an asshole! Just be an asshole!"

You were all hanging out in Liam's hotel room watching Netflix while breezing through pizza boxes with cold stellas in hand and empty ones at your feet.

"Does da really work?" Niall nudges your side with quizzing look on his face.

"Hmm? Does what work?"

"Being an asshole."

"Any plans there Nialler?" Louis teases.

"Jus curious meself! Im sure you've pulled that off a couple of times, Lou" Niall quips earning himself a pizza crust flung towards him

"Oi!"

You and the rest of the boys laugh at their banter, all of you clearly somewhat intoxicated from your night's shenanigans.

"So? Does it?" Niall asks you again.

"Uh, i dont know. Try it on me and I'll tell you if it works for you." You say nonchalantly.

"What?" Niall's eyes widen a little.

"Go on Niall! I wanna see this meself, let's hear some pick up lines!" Louis eggs him on.

"Uhm" you notice Niall's eyes flick towards Harry as he scratches his head trying to look for any signs but right now Harry's eyes were planted on the bottle he was nursing between his hands. "alright, yeah! Let's do it!" He says animatedly.

Nialls stands up and turns around to walk a few steps away from where you were sitting, when he turns around he's got a playful smug look on his face. He runs his hand in his hair a couple of times and walks towards you with about as much "swag" as a leprechaun could pull off.

"Hey girl." He was mimicking the characters in the movie. "How you doing?" Ending his short pick up line with little pout on his lips.

And the room bursts into laughter.

"Oh shut up!" Niall says as he joins you guys to laugh at himself. "This was your idea!" He reaches from behind to tickle your sides as you laugh and lay on the sofa clutching your body in an effort to shield yourself from Niall.

You see Harry shift from his seat, resting his elbows on his knees as he watches you interact with Niall.

"Okay, okay!" You say sitting up. "try again."

Niall hides his face with both of his hands as he sits down beside you again.

"You lot are just messing with me now!" Niall giggles.

"Aww nooo cmon lad." Liam says encouragingly with coy smile on his face.

"He says comment on the girl's looks." You say pointing at the tv as you smile at Niall.

He removes his hands from his face and looks at you with his deep blues.

"What can i say?"

"Oh come on, im in sweats and your tshirt. Im sure there's plenty to say." You laugh.

"Well..." Niall looks at your face intently. "You look beautiful."

"Aww isn't this lad just adorable!" Louis joins in.

It was as if Niall had just realized what he said and he looks at Harry who was now looking directly at him jaw clenched and a firm grip on his stella. Harry was always intense when he had something to drink.

"Well, you're sweet bub. You've certainly got that going on for you." You say and Niall smiles back at you, looks towards Harry again and looks down at his hands nervously.

Harry scoffs, "Nah, i think he's got a little bit of an asshole in him. How's Ellie, eh Ni?"

"Harry..." Liam warns.

Harry was being petty bringing up what happened with Niall, Ellie and Ed again. But Niall just smiles at his mate, a sorry look on his face as he fiddles with his fingers. You notice Harry practically glaring at Niall now, you didn't understand why Harry was being such a prick. Niall was just being sweet, and in your alcohol clouded state you think, "Besides why does my ex get to have an opinion."

"I guess sometimes we just fall for assholes, but we learn." You add and you see Harry freeze in his seat, aware that this was probably a jab at him.

"And did you? Fall for this asshole?" Harry challenges you as he leans back in his seat taking a swig of his beer.

The room is filled with tension now and the boys just look between you and Harry all shocked at the situation that was unfolding before them.

"We all make stupid mistakes." You shrug as you drink from your bottle not wanting to add fuel to his fire.

"Right!" Louis says in a desperate attempt to calm his mates down. "how about we start on this pizza and get back to the mo-"

"Oh. So you think we were a mistake then?" Harry interjects. He seems intent not to let things go. "well i shouldn't be surprised right? I mean you were the one that left." He scoffs. "remember that?"

Your ears burn with anger and embarrassment. You and Harry never really talked about how you broke up and all the things that led to it. It was just too painful to revisit and when the time came that both of you could be in the same room again without tearing up you both decided to leave it in the past and try and salvage the friendship.

You can't believe that Harry was choosing this moment, after almost a year of being broken up, after a good few months of genuine friendship and feeling that maybe everything could be how it used to be, he decides to bring it all up now in front of all of both of your best mates.

"Yeah, you shouldn't." You stare at him, tears stinging your eyes at this point. "I mean you were the one who cheated, remember that?"

Check out next chapters here :)

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[ohthathurt]

You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen 💗

dksjdkjsd you just had to didnt you

“Uh guys, j-just wait here for a sec, yeah?” Zayn quickly unlocked his front door and banged it shut behind him, awkwardly leaving his three work friends standing on his doorstep. It had to be done, he had to be sure Liam wasn’t back.

He stepped cautiously into his living room first, hissing out Liam’s name but got no response. He frowned slightly in disappointment, it had been weeks since the other man had shown up in his house. 

Zayn shook the thought out of his head and quickly headed to the kitchen which was dark, still. He slipped slightly on the tiled floor before he caught himself on the counter. Cursing his racing heart, he reached over to switch on the light - 

Two dead bodies stared back at him from his floor. He jolted and opened his mouth to scream before another large hand covered his mouth.

“Sssh! It’s just me.” Liam stood behind him, still in the clothes Zayn gave him when he last showed up, a red plaid shirt and some jeans. But those clothes were now smeared with blood and torn on the sides. Zayn gagged at the scent of metallic blood.

“What the fuck, Liam?” He hissed at the other man who was now frowning at Zayn’s tone. Yeah, frown at that you piece of - 

He cut himself off when Louis banged on his front door. “Zayn, you okay in there?” He sounded hesitant and of fucking course he did, he just left his three coworkers standing outside his house at night because there was a vampire in here.

Zayn leaned in close to Liam and whispered venemously, “How many fucking times have I told you not to leave dead bodies in my kitchen?”

Liam frowned, “Well it’s the only place in your house with a side entrance from the forest, if you’d rather I leave it in the living room - “

“No!” He said loudly before lowering his voice again, wary of his guests waiting outside.

“Just don’t leave them anywhere and God, would you help me now with these? I’ve got guests!”

The other man was now stuck with a permanent frown. “Guests? What guests? Are you trying to date again?”

Zayn blushed something fierce and scowled at Liam. “No! And for God’s sake clean your mouth, you’re covered in blood. Also, the bodies. Were they - ?”

Liam pursed his lips, “Not good.” Zayn nodded carefully, he never asked questions about who the dead bodies were as living people and he wasn’t going to start now.

By now the banging had become consistent. He heard Harry and Niall bickering whether to break down the door. His eyes widened, that would invite too much attention from his neighbours and put Liam in danger.

Ever since the other man, vampire, elemental whatever, walked into his house one rainy morning, dripping wet, skin flushed like he’d been running and oh yeah did Zayn mention he was naked? Butt naked. He’d taken to hanging out around Zayn and stayed at his house like the unwanted guest he was.

But over time he had snuggled into a place in Zayn’s heart and he wasn’t going to call it love but maybe something like it. Oh gross, he was all sappy now.

The door knob turned as Zayn made his way back to the entrance and it gave way to reveal three worried and concerned friends. Zayn cringed at their expressions and felt guilty. 

Suddenly, Louis’ eyes trailed over to something behind Zayn’s shoulder and he saw the man’s jaw drop open. Zayn felt cold shock overcome him, oh God they’d seen Liam, the bodies, the blood, they were going to run and call the police and -

A strong shoulder came into his view from the side. Liam’s deep voice introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Liam, Zayn’s boyfriend. Sorry it took so long, the kitchen was a mess thanks to me.” 

With that, he winked, winked at his friends, and he saw Harry blush in answer. Through his shock, Zayn noticed he’d changed out of the ruined shirt into a grey button-up that was not buttoned up completely. He all but refrained himself from licking his lips at the sight of those abs.

Liam turned to Zayn and leaned down to whisper in his ear. From the corner of his eye, he could see his shocked friends staring at them curiously.

“The bodies are gone, it’s all clean, don’t worry.” He smiled quickly at him before surprisingly leaning down to place a chaste kiss on his cheekbone. He left through the front door, leaving Zayn to stare at him with a fried brain.

Harry broke the silence first, “Where’d you find him?”

Zayn replied numbly, “The forest.”

Louis grinned teasingly, “Those abs eh?”

“Oh fuck off Lou!” They all went further into the thankfully clean house leaving behind a still-confused Harry.

“Is The Forest a gay club or what?” He called out after them.

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[fucksony]

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 30 blogs you would like to get to know better

Tagged by: @a-brighter-yellow

Nickname(s): Sofa, Soph, Soap, Soapy

Gender: F

Zodiac: Leo!

Height: 5′9″ ((i’m a giant kjdasd)

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate:  i used to put coffee & hot chocolate together till i found out I was lactose intolerant but.. now I just do coffee and soy milk (vanilla flavoured bc unflavoured is disgusting) 

Fav band(s): i don’t really have a fav band? ironically it’s not 1d, but i kinda get phases of bands that i like. i’ll listen to them for a month non-stop, and then forget they existed.. yikes!

Fav solo artist(s): .....can I say Louis? Harry? Niall? Zayn? Liam?

Song stuck in my head: Der Kommissar by Falco.

Last movie I saw: Thor Ragnarok

Last show I saw:  Riverdale (and flash I guess... but only 4 minutes in 👀)

When did I create my blog: I created this blog a week ago? My other blog that’s more aesthetic or random things was made in the end of 2014. Which is when I became a fan of 1d!

What do I post: rants about how much I miss Louis

Last thing I googled: I was working on a rundown of Scandal’s wildest moments, so I spent a lot of time on the Wikia last night trying to remember/unravel plots from the first few seasons.

Do I have any other blogs: yesss! Only one. I haven’t been on it in a few months but I wanted to become part of the 1d fandom again, so I created a new blog. That one has had soo many phases I’m sure my followers have no clue who I am now xd.

Do I get asks: 0 so far today 👀

Why did I choose my url: I love louis. so I’m louved up on him. 

Following: 178

Followed by: As of now, 89? I’d say not too bad after a week.

Favorite color(s): Maroon, light pink.

Average hours of sleep: ooof.. my insomnia comes and goes. so I can go a 5 days straight with only having about 6 hours of sleep throughout.. or I end up sleeping more than 11 hours.

Lucky number: every time I chose a number, it ended up failing me. So .. not that lucky maybe.

Instruments: I tried playing guitar when I was younger, failed. I ended up being in the school band for about 3 years? I played the saxophone. I was decent.. i guess? lol

What I’m wearing: leggings and a light blue shirt.

Dream job: I’d love to be a chef.. but without the awful hours jdsjkdjks

Dream trip: Eh? Maybe just staying forever in a cottage in the mountains with my 50 dogs?

Fav food: I loooove anything spicy.

Nationality: Belgian (ironic since belgians barely even know any spices besides pepper)

Fav song: have none

Last book I read: I just reread Night by Elie Wiesel 

Last fanfic I read: Wild Love by purpledaisy

Random fact: i’ve been through 3 near death experiences? thats a bit morbid though. i have a cat named Whiskers that I got when I was 4. she’s now 17 and i love her. // i’m the only one in my family that was born outside of belgium. ((america))

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[ao3feed-larry]

so many hours between us (but we still find the time to make it right)

by Thegirlwholooksfornewfriends

Louis: my dick is very attractive thank you very much

H: no❤️

 Or, the one where the boys are part of gen Z and Louis accidentally texts the wrong number, but it’s okay because now he has Harry. [texting fic]

Words: 289, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne

Additional Tags: TEXTING FIC WOOHOO, this isn't really planned out yet so, Fluff, Angst, (maybe), Alternate Universe - College/University, Football | Soccer, not much football actually, Strangers to Lovers, But also, Friends to Lovers, Depends on how you look at it, send help, Famous Harry, Non-Famous Louis Tomlinson, why does Louis get his last name and harry doesn't, ticking off all the boxes eh, haircuts from 2015, SO, Long Hair Harry, 2015 Louis (the shag?), but it's 2020/21!!

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