did you notice louis in the back

Back to You Teasers

When the Back to You Teasers video came out, the Larrie fandom noticed this T shirt:

Featuring Michael Jackson dressed as he did from this video:

Featuring these lyrics:

Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

Then @klanefotop alerted me to this shot in the video:

The words on the building: LEGALGRIND. It’s in slow motion and Louis looks at it steadily. [Louis OTRA voice]: What does it mean? 

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Whipped...friends?? Or...

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)


Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room to join the boys. In fact, he’s stood frozen in place for the past ten minutes, staring at the door Y/N’s walked out through with the excuse of being late for a date she had never once mentioned before. Harry didn’t even think she was dating, let alone actually seeing someone already.

It’s all come as a bit of a shock to him if he’s being honest. He likes to think they had something special going on, but maybe it was just all in his head. Or maybe he should’ve said something to her, proper admitted his feelings and all. But what if she didn’t like him back? Harry’s always been a sort of risk taker when it came to getting what he wanted. But he always thought risking their friendship was too much. If she liked him…that would be amazing. But…what if she didn’t.  

If he told her how he’s stayed awake more times than he can count thinking of her. How he’s watched her sleep next to him and wanted to kiss away the frown she gets when she’s having a bad dream. He wants to jokingly tell her how the boys tease him for being so whipped, and have her laugh because they both know it’s true. He wants to tell her that he loves that she gets along with Gemma and his mum. That they adore her because she’s everything they want for him. He wants to tell her she’s everything he wants for him. He just wants to explain to her, or at least try to because it’s very hard to find the words for it, how she makes him feel…whole. How he misses her when she’s not with him, and only falls harder when she is. 

So no, Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room. Walks up the stairs of his home instead, body slumped and heart wrenching. He thinks he’s lucky that he’s made it down the hallway and to his bedroom with out breaking down. Managed to somehow drag his feet and supported his heavy body…heavy heart, through his bedroom doors and to the bed. He stares at it for a short minute, thinking about how he’s going to have to sleep on his own tonight. How he’s going to be denied of Y/N’s warmth. He’s not going to have anyone to wrap his arms around, to breathe their scent, to smile into their hair when he wakes up in the middle of the night reminded that he’s not alone. And he sits on the edge of his too big a bed, feet firm on the carpeted floor, the heels of his hands digging at his eyes because surely this is all a dream..a nightmare. Thinking about it, he doesn’t remember ever being this…this…gutted? Jealous? Empty? Broken? All of the above, and more.


Walking down the streets of anywhere hasn’t been much of a hassle for him since the band’s break. He’s able to walk through roads and into shops with no problem. The paps have been nice enough to keep a distance when taking photos, and he’s grateful for that. So in all honesty, now he’s only ever just a tad tense when Y/N’s with him. But it’s not a bad thing, no, he loves having someone to go around town with, rather just feels the need to protect her a bit more on their outings. 

So he keeps an arm around her shoulder, body tucked close to his, guiding her as they walk down the busy street, pulling her closer when he thinks someone passing by might bump into her. And she doesn’t complain. Tonight’s temperature’s dropped rather low, and the heat emitting from Harry’s body keeps her warmer than she thinks her own coat does. Y/N thinks it’s nice. Loves when Harry’s close to her. Loves the fact that his scent will linger on her clothes for days until she finally brings herself to put them in the washer.

They come to a stop by a hot dog cart, tummies grumbling because they hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, and even then Y/N hadn’t felt well enough to eat more than half of what was on her plate. So as per usual when that happened, Harry had to finish her meal, too, not that he had complained.

Now he’s standing in front of her, hands rubbing at her arms to heat her up as he offers to buy her a hotdog because “ye’ need t’ eat somethin’, kitten. Can’t have ye’ gettin’ sick, now.”

So she nods her head yes and tells him she’ll be waiting for him inside of the bakery they’re stood in front because “s'too cold outside. And I caught a whiff of the goodies! Gonna head in and get us a table.” Harry can’t help but smile down at her, and before he’s able to say anything, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “I know…you used to be a baker.” The sound of her giggle tickles at his ear, his smile only stretching more, and now he understands what the boys meant. He gives a light chuckle, kissing the top of her head before whispering a low, “I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

Y/N never needed to tell Harry how she liked her food, it’s fair to say they know each other well enough not to get the other’s order wrong. And as simple as that thought might be, it makes them both happier than the other will ever know to know that type of stuff. 

Harry never thought he’d feel such happiness looking at someone either. When his mum used to give him talks about girls and how important it is to treat them like princesses, Harry would wave the comments away. He was old enough to know that yes, his mother did raise him to be a proper gentleman. But he never thought, or at least not at the time because he was so young, that he’d have someone making him feel the way Y/N does. Only ever wished.

But now he’s looking at a beautiful woman standing in a bakery. Her eyes fixed on the displays because he knows she’s got a sweet tooth.

“Tell me wha’ ye’ wan’ and I’ll get it for ye’.”

Harry’s whispered words have Y/N turning around swiftly, smiling up at him because Harry’s never short on getting her anything and everything. Not that she ever asked for much. 

He thinks he’s got more money than he knows what to do with, so he’s always more than willing to get Y/N anything she pleased. But that’s the thing about her, she doesn’t ask for much. Give her cuddles and your time and she’s more than happy. That’s how Harry knows she’s meant for him. She’s simple, and Harry loves simple. Harry loves her. 


Harry can’t quite recall at around what time he’s been falling asleep at nights. After that first night, he only knows he’s been falling asleep to memories of Y/N.  

During the days he stares at the TV mindlessly, jumping at the sound of his phone in hopes it would be Y/N. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed to see it was Louis, or Niall, or Liam. On occasion his mum who by some reason or another knew what was going on. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his mum, he just rather wishes it were Y/N.

“Harry, sweetheart-” and he could hear the hurt in her voice. That tone a mother gets when they know nothing they say or do can help a suffering child. “-don’ give up, baby. You fight for her, you hear me.” And Harry will pinch at his lower lip in an attempt to keep his voice steady before assuring his mother that “I won’t mum. I love her." 

The boys come around as often as they did before. And after asking why Y/N wasn’t around anymore, Harry told them. "She’s apparently datin’ some bloke. I’ve not heard from her. Won’t return m'calls.”

He’s tried to reach out to her plenty of times. He’s called, texted, stopped by her place, all to no avail. 

And Louis doesn’t remember seeing Harry this gutted over a girl. “Tha’s shit, mate. She spends every wakin’ moment with ye’ and somehow still meets someone? Reckon ye’ would’ve taken notice, ehh?" 

"Cheryl thinks there’s something else going on,” Liam adds, “says a woman knows when a friend has feelings for a guy. And she says Y/N never quiet looked at you as just a friend.”

Harry would much rather believe this than keep thinking about Y/N doing what she did with Harry with someone else. But he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, because if by any chance she did like him, she wouldn’t have left him.
And it’s awful knowing he doesn’t know when he’ll see her again. All he knows, is that he’s not giving up.


After sulking around for what feels like an eternity, Harry’s gathered up enough strength to pull himself out of where he was staying and into the busy city that is NYC. 

He’s arrived here only a few days ago for business, hasn’t even told Y/N seeing as she won’t answer his calls.

So he pushes thoughts of her to the back of his mind, or at least tries to. And thankfully, the fans he’s just recently met did a good job of distracting him. But only for a moment while he was interacting and taking photos with them.  

And it’s times like these that he doesn’t take for granted. He loves making his fans happy. Loves getting to thank them personally. And though he’s able to keep all thoughts focused on who he’s talking with, the second he walks away to get on with his night and readjusts the scarf she gifted him two Christmas’ ago, is the moment he feels his eyebrows knit in focus, recalling another memory.


If there’s ever any situation for Harry to be protective, it’s now. He doesn’t know how he’s ended up at the park near Y/N’s. Doesn’t remember if he walked or drove. All he knows is that he was lying about in his room when he got a call from her. And hearing her frantic voice going on about how she thought she was being followed had him running out the door before she could tell him where she was.

“Just please, Harry. Stay on the phone with me.” She was whispering and stuttering and her voice was shaky and Harry. Was. Scared. 

Like hell he was gonna just stay put.

So now here he is, phone still to his ear whispering words of comfort. “Where are ye’?” “S'okay, poppet, you’re g'na be okay.” “I promise.”

And then suddenly the worst thing that could happen. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but the rush has him forgetting he’s wearing nothing but sweats and a thin tee in below freezing weather.

He tucks his phone into his pocket.There’s no point, their phone call got cut and all he heard before it did was a man’s voice and her muffled one.

He’s running. Where to, he’s got no clue.

It’s not until he hears a cut scream that he knows exactly where she is. Now. He’s angry.

“Get the fook of a'her!" 

The guy doesn’t even get a chance to turn around and look at him before Harry’s big hands collide with the stranger’s back, gripping at his shirt and yanking him back and to the ground.

He looks at Y/N only for a second, still tucked into the corner the bloke had her in, eyes full of fright.

And honest Harry doesn’t train for these type of situations, but he must admit the boxing sessions are useful in this precise moment. All it took was a right hook to the guy’s face. That was enough to have him falling to the ground again, this time a mouth full of blood. And Harry knows. Y/N knows. He’s gonna have the outline of Harry’s rings imprinted on the side of his face for a while. 

Within seconds Harry’s attention was back on Y/N. Fingers ghosting over her face because he doesn’t know if she’s hurt. But she wraps her arms around his torso and clenches at the fabric of his shirt, face tucked into his neck. Harry exhales into her hair and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his body as he closes his eyes. 

"M'here. I’ll always be here.” He whispers. 

And Harry knows he can’t ever let this happen again. He won’t. 

But how can he protect her when she won’t let him? 

How can he, when the first time he sees her since that night is by the hand of someone else. 

And…what is she doing in New York?

Whipped…friends?? Or…not anymore??(Part Three)

online dating- h.s imagine

As Harry stared at his computer screen, he felt as if the website was taunting him. As he was about to click on the “Sign up today” button, he took his hand away from the mouse. Harry groaned loudly as he put his head into his hands. He blames Louis and Niall. They’re the ones that put the thought in his head that he had to be with someone.

Harry plopped down in the middle of couch between Niall and Louis. Both of them were texting on their phones. Harry grabbed the remote and pressed the play button as he grabbed a handful of popcorn. “So what’s the plan for tonight, boys?” Harry managed to ask while he was scarfing down the popcorn.

Louis and Niall exchanged a look before Niall settled more into the couch. “Um. We’re just going to Mia’s for dinner.” Niall said as he locked his phone.

Harry stared at the movie playing in front of them. “That sounds cool. What time are we going?” Louis cleared his throat, “8.”  Harry nodded, oblivious to how quiet Louis and Niall have gotten about the conversation, “Should I arrange a car?”

Niall sighed as he reached over and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie. “Actually mate, me and Lou are going on a double date.”

Harry squinted his eyes and nodded his head as he took another bite of popcorn, “That’s fine. Maybe I can call Liam.”

“I don’t think he would want to hang out after being from the states. Probably wants to hang with Bear and Cheryl…” Louis said as he scratched the back of his ear. Harry hummed in agreement. “I suppose I can find something to do tonight.”

Niall sighed, “Mate, we’re worried about you.”

Harry looked over at Niall with a perched eyebrow, “What could you possibly be worried about?”

Quietly Louis said, “It’s just been a while since you’ve been with anyone.” Harry shrugged his shoulders, about to respond before Niall continued, “We worry that you might be lonely.”

Harry chuckled as he placed the popcorn bowl on the coffee table and sat upright, “Just because I’m not with anyone doesn’t mean I’m lonely.”

Niall nodded his head as he too sat upright, “We know it’s just that everyone’s been moving on. Liam and Lou with their kids. I’ve found someone I can potentially see a future with. And you…”

“Just moved into this amazing apartment” Harry interrupted.

Louis nodded as he patted harry’s back, “Yes. You got this sick new apartment. But wouldn’t it mean more if you could share it with someone?”

Harry would never admit it but Louis and Niall did manage to get into his head. He does notice out of all his friends, they all have someone to come home to. They’re getting ready for the next chapter of their lives. It does get lonely whenever his couple friends are hanging out without him.

Now, here he was, signing up for an online dating profile. Harry’s always thought online dating was scary but he thought if he was set out to settle down with someone, it would’ve happened by now. After setting up the basic details about his profile: A decent picture, age, location, likes, dislikes…Now came the hard part.

Harry mumbled to himself as he read out what the link said, “Write something about yourself.” Harry sighed as he placed his fingers on the keyboard.

Hi I’m Harry. Just on here seeking someone I could potentially have a future with.

Harry shook his head no. Have a future with? He couldn’t possibly put that thought into someone’s head before they even met.

An awkward man who loves The Notebook, avocados, and

Harry scolded at himself. What? Is he purposely making people turn away from his profile?

Just a loser that’s peer pressured by his friends.

Harry chuckled to himself. That IS why he’s here but he can’t write that. Harry let out a sigh. Who knew this could be so hard? Finally, Harry thought if he was potentially finding that special someone, he should be himself.

Hello, my name is Harry. I’m on here because it’s time I get serious about my life. I want to find someone who will watch rom-com with me while eating avocados and someone who will bake banana bread with me. Someone who values friends and family. Without mine, I don’t know where I would be. Sorry if I come off as forward, that’s just who I am. Thank you for reading this mess of a caption. Have an amazing day. xx

Harry reread it about ten times before he sighed and clicked the “save” button. That’s the best it’s going to get. Once his page was set up, the website started suggesting to him which profiles to get a better look at. “And here we go” Harry thought out loud as he clicked on the fist page he saw.

Looking for something fun.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose as he moved on to the next page.

I’m just on here to see if my boyfriend made a profile.

“Really?” Harry thought as he shook his head.

Taken but that’s what makes this interesting.

Harry screamed out in frustration. He mentally debated whether or not he should just delete his profile before he clicked on the next page.

My name is Y/N. Originally I created this profile with my friends because we loved making fun of people’s bold and humorous profiles but after seeing how so many of my friends are getting married and being asked to be a  bridesmaid for the fifth wedding; it made me think that maybe I should be putting myself out there. I always hated meeting people online. I hate how times have changed. I would rather meet someone at a bar. I would rather read an actual book than read it on my phone. I like the feeling of having an actual CD in my hands. I don’t know, maybe I’m just too old school. But it’s who I am.(:

“She even ended her caption like how I ended mine..” Harry thought. He then began looking at your pictures more closely. There were pictures of you on holiday at places like New York, Paris, and Italy. There were pictures of you, sure enough, reading a book. Harry chuckled to himself. As he clicked on the next picture, he let out a gasp. He already knew looking at your pictures you were beautiful but as he looked at this particular photo of you laughing while looking away from the camera, he knew you were absolutely gorgeous.

Harry sighed as he gave himself a pep talk as he clicked on the little “Send a message” button. Harry began to type:

Hello Y/N. I’m Harry.

i’m back! lol this was such a cute little thing to write. def let me know what you guys thought!

I’ll Find My Way Back To You // Part One : Prologue

Request: Something cute and full of fluff where Y/N likes Harry a lot but he’s blind af to see that Y/N loves him and Louis guides her and tells her it’s ok and then they hang out a lot and Y/N falls for Louis but ends up with Harry - @haharryyy

Thank you for requesting this gem. I can already feel that I’m going to love writing this. If you enjoyed reading it or if whether or not you guys want me to continue this, let me know your thoughts HERE. Checkout my masterlist HERE.

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anonymous asked:

Okay give me six nicknames harry lovingly calls louis

Omg, aaaahhhh, okay

Lou, which he calls him that the most. In fact he probably calls him Lou 90 percent of the time. It’s the most comfortable, the most suited for them, the most warm feeling and settled. “Lou, can you pass me that pen?” “Lou, we need to go to the store,” etc. It’s domestic and cozy.

Babe, is for later’s. You know, like when they can’t say everything right at the time. “Babe I gotta go, they’re calling me into a meeting but I love you we’ll talk soon,” when they’re apart. Or, “babe, listen, we’ll talk about this when we get home because your feelings are important to me and I want to do this the right way.” (Notice how they’re both about talking because #communication is my middle name)

Wanker, is used teasingly, probably. “Did you mess up that stalkers tattoo on purpose? lol wanker” Or, “LOUIS I WAS WATCHING THAT TURN THE CHANNEL BACK YOU WANKER.” :)

Dick is a bit different, because it’s spoken out of frustration. I mean, sometimes it’s used interchangeably with wanker, but sometimes when they’re tense and frustrated, or whatever, “I think you’re being a dick right now and I kind of want to be left alone,” slips out. Not good moments, those. But those fights don’t last long. They’re not even fights, really, and right as they’re on the precipice of making up, Harry mutters “I still think you’re a dick” except this time there’s no heat behind it, and Louis laughs a bit, and then they move on.

Husband, when they’re out with friends. Honestly, they probably use that one equal parts because they love it, and equal parts because they like everyone’s reaction to it. I mean, don’t get them wrong, they’re proud of their marriage but sometimes Harry can’t help a “You know, funny you should mention it. My husband told me…” and everyone’s like, OMG WE GET IT HARRY YOU’RE MARRIED YOU CAN CALL HIM LOUIS WE KNOW WHO HE IS. haha

and finally Baby, when Louis is kinda tired (”Come on, baby, you can’t sleep on the sofa you know what that hurts your neck”), or kinda drunk, (”Baby… no, you can’t do that… ok no… yeah you’ve had enough it’s time to go ”) or kinda sad (”I know, baby. I’ll be home soon, I promise), and kinda just needs some softness in his life. To be home with Harry (and their dog… and their cat… :)). And they’re all cuddled up on the sofa, or in their bed, just drinking tea, and talking, or dreaming about their futures when they need to be reminded that they still have one, or talking about nothing when everything becomes too exhausting. And Harry gives him lots and lots of kisses, and whispers “I love you,” against Louis’ lips and holds him tighter against his side. Or how, when Harry is away and can’t be there, they’ll talk on the phone as if he was until Louis falls asleep and Harry’ll watch him for a bit before he drifts off himself. Either way, “baby” is just for the two of them, in their own little world, always.

Cinderella Part 2

Title: Cinderella (Part 2)

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word Count: 2016

Request: @supers16 Would you be open to writing an Sherlock x reader? I was toying around with a Cinderella type thing where John drags Sherlock to a masked ball and a Cinderella plot plays out?

A/N: Part 1 can be found here! Enjoy and requests are open but will take time!


“I’m so sorry you’ll have to excuse me for a minute.” You spoke quietly and slyly slipped towards the door. Glancing back towards the bar to make sure Sherlock wasn’t following you.

How could you be so stupid? How could you not have seen it was him. You shook your head, leaving the ballroom. You were nearly out the door when you heard a voice behind you yell.

“Wait!” You whipped around but you knew it was him. You’d let emotions get the best of you and it had clouded your judgement. Now that you had known it was him it was obvious, the curls, the eyes, how could you have missed it? You mentally beat yourself for it. You turned back towards the door and tried to push it open but it was locked. You hung your head low and pressed it against the door in annoyance. You turned around, knowing you were going to have to face this for a moment and be strong, be smart.

“Where are you going?” He asked, slightly out of breath from chasing you out here.

“Listen. I know you chased me out here because you think I’m something that I’m not. I don’t belong here, amongst these people.” You spoke, trying to get around him.

“And you think I do?” He asked, taken aback

“Trust me, you do.” You nodded.

“Trust me, I don’t. I was dragged here tonight, thinking the same thing as you. That I would be stuck in a room for hours with some of the daftest people I know. But then I saw you, and I knew you were different, there was something about you. Now I just want to know the real you.” He tried to convince you.

“You wouldn’t like the real me. Now if you’ll excuse me I–” You tried to walk past him, to find another exit, but he stopped you.

“I might.” He replied, gently grabbing your wrist. You scoffed.

“Trust me, you don’t.” There was your first mistake. Saying ‘don’t’ instead of ‘won’t’.

You managed to slip past him and down to the opposite side of the hall and out the door before he realised your mistake. ‘Don’t’? Do I know her? Clearly not I would remember, but she certainly seems to know me, he thought. He chased after you but you were already halfway down the steps towards the cab you had flagged down.

You heard the door open and you turned around to hear him shout “Wait!” Once more. In turning again to quicken your pace your left shoe fell off. You turned to get it but decided those precious seconds retrieving it would be enough time for you to catch up, and you couldn’t let him get a clear sight of you and figure you out.

In a split second decision, you decided to leave the shoe. You knew in the end it would lead him to you, that he would find out who you were through that shoe, and you didn’t need to be there for that to happen. He would discover it on his own, then he could decide to seek you out or not. Leave the decision in his hands. This would give you plenty of time to discover how you truly feel about him, now taking all things into consideration. You suspected it would take him about three days to find you.

You took off your other shoe so you could run properly. You made it to the cab as he bent to pick up your shoe, you slipped inside and told the cabbie to step on it. The car sped away as he reached the bottom of the steps, your shoe in hand.

Sherlock cursed and rushed back inside to his brother.

“What the hell did you say to her?” Sherlock growled, snatching the dessert out of his brother’s hand.

“Nothing, just hello and that I noticed she’d met my brother, Sherlock.” Mycroft said, defensively.

“That was it?” Sherlock asked frantically.

“Well, yes she seemed to know you.” He raised an eyebrow, snatching his dessert back.

“She did?” Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows, confirming his suspicion.

“I got the impression she’s not a fan.” Mycroft smirked.

“Did she say her name?” Sherlock asked.

“No.” Mycroft answered simply.

“Shit.” Sherlock left, she in hand.

He examined the shoe in his hand on the cab ride back to Baker Street. He made a mental note of his observations. New, expensive, Louis Vuitton, size 8.

He could track the retailer and discover who purchased it, that might lead him to you. Or he could go to the lab and examine the dirt and dust on the bottom, that could act as a digital footprint, hopefully leading him to her, to you.

A few days later you’re sitting in the lab with your back to the door, going through some samples that you need Molly to analyze for a case. The door slammed, waking you from your trace.

Sherlock had discovered that the shoes were bought with cash, so his retailer search was inconclusive. He needed Molly’s help and equipment.

“Remember the Carl Powers case? With the shoe?” His voice was so recognizable to you, you raised an eyebrow but didn’t turn around.

“Yes.” Molly answered.

“Well I need the same equipment to analyze the soil and dust samples from this shoe.” You turned and watched him raised the heel your eyes went wide. So he did want to find you. Well, not you, but the you he thinks he knows.

“Uh, well who’s is it?” Molly asked.

“A woman I met.” Sherlock answered shortly.

“And you like her.” Molly observed, and you turned back to your work.

“Why would u say that?” Sherlock raised an eyebrow, but didn’t deny it.

“Well you’re willing to stalk her to find her from her shoe, which i’m assuming she lost or left somewhere. And you don’t know who she is because you can’t just ask her or give her her shoe back.” Molly smiled proudly.

“Molly I don’t give you enough credit.” Sherlock nodded.

“I’ve learned a few things from you.” She smiled brightly.

“Well, yes, I met her at this political event I was dragged to, and she was brilliant and made me feel… actually sort of nauseous.” He spoke looking into a microscope, Molly giggled.

“I think that’s called love, Sherlock.” Molly explained to him.

“Hmm. Well anyway, she got away and I have to find her.” Sherlock answered. He loved you?

“What does she look like?” Molly asked curiously.

“Well that’s the thing. It was a masked sort of ball, because we Englishmen do love to be dramatic. But she had brown hair, brown eyes, slightly over average height–” Sherlock began.

“So basically anyone.” Molly cut him off.

“Well she’s not just anyone, but yes, that’s why I’ve resorted to other tactics to find her.” Sherlock explained.

“Sounds fun.” Molly said, loving how subtly romantic this was of Sherlock.

“Sounds frustrating.” Sherlock groaned.

“Molly, I’ve highlighted the one’s I’ll need analyzed, if you could have them for me by tomorrow.” You cleared your throat and she turned to you.

“Don’t you want to stay, Sherlock’s tracking down his Cinderella.” She said, excitedly.

“Sorry I’ve got–” You smiled and began.

“I’m sure Y/N is very busy, solving all my cases.” Sherlock retorted.

“You know it is my job. I’d be nice if I could do it without you constantly looking over my shoulder and criticising my work.” You bit back. His words stung, and now you knew he wouldn’t like the results of his case.

“I’m sorry did I hurt your feelings?” He asked sarcastically and you scoffed.

“You’re so charming. Are you so sure your Cinderella wants you to find her? She did run, I’m assuming there was a reason.” You slammed the door, leaving his mouth open and Molly giggling, giving Sherlock a look as if to say ‘well she’s not wrong’.

“Go apologize.” Molly instructed.

“No, I have work to do.” He argued.

“What if she’s married, or crazy or something?” Molly argued.

“Who?” Sherlock asked confused, looking up from his microscope.

“Your cinderella! Maybe she doesn’t want to be found. I mean… She left behind a freaking Louis Vuitton to escape you. You know nothing about her. But you have someone here who could potentially be great for you.” She scolded him.

“Molly, while I’m flattered I-” Sherlock began but she cut him off.

“I’m not talking about me, Sherlock, I’m talking about Y/N.” She stated strongly.

“Y/N? No, shes–” He tried to speak again.

“Driven, brilliant, beautiful, and most importantly: here.” Molly argued.

“Molly.” Sherlock warned.

“I’m just saying, I know you hate her because you have this stupid superiority complex but just consider being nicer to her, you might actually like her.” Molly finished.

“Are you done?” He asked rudely.

“Yes.” She rolled her eyes.

“Good.” He turned back to his.

The next day you returned to the lab to pick up your data from Molly. You had skipped breakfast, so you had grabbed an apple on the way out, you were casually eating it when you pushed open the door of the lab.

‘What are you doing?” You asked when you saw Sherlock still in the lab. He raised your shoe in answer.

“Have you been here all night?” You asked, but he didn’t answer. Was that how important this was to him, or was not sleeping a regular occurrence for him? Suddenly Molly walked in, a stack of files in her hand.

“Ah Molly, do you have those samples analyzed?” You asked with a smile.

“Yeah they’re right here.” She handed you a file from her stack.

“Beautiful, thank you. You’re a gem.” You smiled as the computer buzzed.

“But, that doesn’t make sense.” Sherlock spoke as you wrapped your hand around the door knob.

“What is it?” Molly asked, excitedly.

“Sheffield.” He spoke slowly and you stopped halfway through the door.

“It was you.” He stood and spoke in disbelief.

“Molly will you give us a minute.” You urged and she left the two of you alone.

“It was you? You knew I’ve been looking for you and you never said a thing.” Sherlock said and you couldn’t tell if he was angry or not.

“I thought once you discovered it was me you would feel differently.” You answered honestly, turning to face him and approaching the lab table.

“Why?” He shook his head, not understanding.

“Because I thought you hated me! And I thought I hated you, but then at the ball you didn’t recognize me, and I didn’t recognize you until your brother made me realize… I just… I got scared because I actually liked you after getting to know you and I thought that if you knew who I was that night wouldn’t have been enough. That you would have still hated me.” You dipped your head.

“I don’t think I ever really hated you.” He realized.

“Well you sure acted that way.” You retorted.

“I was threatened by you, because you’re actually brilliant.” He smiled, admitting it finally out loud.

“I’m sorry.” You admitted as well.

“For what?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Running, not telling you when I realized you wanted to find me, when I realized you might loved me.” You spoke and his lips crash against yours. He pulled away and your eyes were wide in shock.

“Don’t apologize. I was an ass to you. And an ass for not realizing that the charming, beautiful, funny woman I met at the gala was the exact same brilliant one Lestrade introduced me to at our first crime scene.” Sherlock took your hands in his.

“I can’t promise you I won’t hurt you again.” He said, honestly.

“And I’m sure I’ll hurt you. But we’ll come right back when we do. I accept the risk, Sherlock. Because no matter what, I love you. And this time, I’m not running or overthinking it.” You said, running your hand behind his neck. His lips connected with yours once more.

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anonymous asked:

Hii!! So I read Know You Got That Thing (that i like) a while ago and I liked it so much the smut was really good in it. Can you recommend me similar fics? Where it's short and doesn't have tons of angst but still has a nice little plot..

So short (<15k) and smutty but not pure pwp, right ?

It’s gonna be long, so under the cut !

(you can add all the fics of the The 30-Day Smut Challenge  )

- know you got that thing (that i like) : In all the ways he thought about their reunion going, watching Louis finger himself open was not on the list. (15k)

- Sail Your Sea, Meet Your Storm : Louis is thirty, single, and a bit of a workaholic. He’s happy with his life, but then his mother decides to buy him tickets for a Singles Cruise. Appalled that his family thinks he can’t handle his own love life, he steps aboard the ship determined to have a terrible time.That is, of course, until a persistent brunet keeps offering him drinks.The strangers to enemies to friends to pining to lovers fic where Louis is cynical, Harry is charming, and they have seven days to get their shit together. (14k)

- i can be the motor (you’ll be the gasoline) : Harry is a British pop star living in LA. While trying to escape his reality of publicity stunts and record sales, his Harley breaks down. Stranded in the mountains, Harry has no choice but to call for help. And, somehow, a fit tow truck driver with the ocean in his eyes might end up fixing more than just Harry’s bike. (8k)

- It’s Never Enough : “Yeah? What else?” Harry asks anyways. Louis doesn’t know he’s a history professor and Harry doesn’t want to tell him because he doesn’t want to, like, offend him or embarrass him or something. He really, really likes the sound of Louis’ voice and doesn’t want him to stop talking. Ever. “The first attack was led by the Catholics.” Right. “And they just, like, stormed Jerusalem and took over.” Mostly wrong, but Harry just lets him talk, lets him explain (more like make up) everything in the section. (Basically; Harry is a history professor who fancies Louis, the fit bloke that works at his favorite museum. Louis doesn’t know anything about history and he definitely doesn’t know Harry’s a professor. Featuring an awful blind date, some inappropriate grinding in Ancient Rome, and a handful of mishaps.) (12k)

- hear your voice, in the backseat of my car : Louis gracelessly dropped the back of his seat so he could slide himself into the backseat, the fit tight and cramped and almost too warm.  He was unbuttoning his pants when he paused for a moment and took in the sight before him. “Christ.  Look at you.”  Louis stopped and just took in what he was seeing.  He was speechless and a little overwhelmed but very, very ready to see what would happen next.  Louis drives a cab.   Harry needs a ride. (8k)

- Our blood is boiling : “I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down right here, right now—”“You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?”Louis purses his lips and absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm. God, how can he even come back from this? [Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.] (6.5k)

- Fire and Ice : Harry really wants to come at the same time as Louis. Or, four times they misfire and the one time they get it right. (10k)

- Like You Hate Me : “You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson. (6.5k)

- I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You): Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven’t seen each other since—until they’re roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall. (10k)

- it’s hard to look right at you, baby: Coffee Shop AU where Louis is going through a dry spell, Zayn wants to be a good friend and help Louis find someone, and Harry ends up finding him instead.[or the one where louis is ‘hella fucking gay and desperately single’ and harry wants to change that last part.] (14k)

- Take Me To Your Heart  : Harry blinked at him for a second, and shit, they made eye contact. “Never gonna give, never gonna give…” the man sang, pointing at Harry to sing the next line. “Come on, curly!” Harry wasn’t sure whether or not to indulge him. He just wanted to go back to sleep, but he knew from experience that sometimes, ignoring lively drunks did not make the problem go away. “Give you up.” Harry replied, before laying his head back against the window and closing his eyes. “Yeah!” The man cried, and to Harry’s despair he sat down next to him. “Had a good night?” “I’ve been working.” Harry mumbled, eyes still closed. “Oh. I’ve got a few days off at the moment, so just been out with my mates. I’m Louis, by the way.” — London Night Bus AU where all Harry wants to do is sleep, but he has a drunk man singing at him. (6k)

- Taste of a Poison Paradise : Louis notices Harry’s mouth right away. (10k)

- Forget Your Ex :  He just had to get right back on the horse, that’s what Harry kept telling himself. It was what Nick had told him he should do too, because after all, wasn’t that the way to get over someone; to get under someone else? Sayings like that had to exist for a reason… When Harry’s boyfriend of two years leaves him for someone else, it’s fair to say he’s rather a bit upset, but his friends have a solution for him. Nick and Niall are hosting a start of term house party at their flat, having invited everyone they know from uni. Who knows, with a bit of luck Harry can find a rebound shag and finally forget his ex… (9k)

- I know that it’s complicated, but I’m a loser in love so baby : Harry is smart, but when he talks he sounds like a blithering idiot, so he stays in the back and bakes cakes. Louis is bubbly and wonderful, he is eccentric and sees past Harry’s speech impediment. And when they are in bed Harry surprises both of them with his dirty talk. Woo! (14k)

- once like a spark : Louis is a bartender, and Harry is just his type.  "Can I get you anything else?“ Louis asks and shimmies his hips along to the beat of the music. Zayn is giving him a look from the other end of the bar, frowning slightly at the line of people waiting to get a drink. Louis rolls his eyes and shrugs and turns his attention back to the boy, who ruffles his fringe and gives Louis a little lopsided grin. (7k)

- as deep as the sky: A passed-out omega on the bathroom floor isn’t exactly what Harry had in mind when he thought about taking a cute boy home. The idea of leaving Louis there, vulnerable and unresponsive, weighs guiltily at Harry’s conscience. Turns out it’s the best decision he’ll ever make. (12k)

- Unraveling : Harry sat there with his head in his hands trying to figure out why he knew these types of things. He thought over the past few weeks, how he’d just known at certain times what Louis had been thinking or feeling, needing or wanting and it didn’t make sense to him. Until he had the wild thought, “Can I read Louis’s mind?” (10k)

- Rated R       : Louis gifts Harry with a surprise sex tape, and it accidentally makes its way into Harry’s family Christmas party. Ridiculousness ensues. (7k)

- Worlds Away: prompt:  astronaut au fic where Louis is staying on the international space station and Harry is on earth working ground control and he and Louis have really quiet late night chats after most of the workers are gone and get to know each other in the biggest long distance relationship u could ever have…then eventually Louis comes back to earth and they have a beautiful meeting (7k)

- Talk Dirty When You Talk To Me  : After a night out with Stan, Louis gets a dirty text message from a unknown number. Thinking its his best friend he replies. It turns out to be a boy named Harry. An experience Louis’ never had before happens after a heated discussion with said boy. (8k)(TW for cheating)

- if i had the chance, the things i would do to you : Niall sighs. He leans forward, pushing his mug of tea carefully to the side, before bracing his elbows on the table, chin in his hands. It makes him look like some sort of bottle-blonde cherub. “You have quite the fanbase, Harry. I’m not denying that. And you’ve done a good job of popping out every once in a while in the past two years, just to make sure you’re still talked about. But that’s all you’ve done, and I’m not satisfied. I want more.” He blinks at Harry. “Don’t you want more?”(Or: AU where Harry and Louis compete in the Lip Sync Battle) (15k)

- This Road Leads Where Your Heart Is : Alright, so Louis has a bit of a type is the thing.  And as fit as his supermodel flatmate (Harry) may be, he isn’t what Louis is looking for in a potential partner.  That’s all.  He’s not Louis’ type, with his miles of lanky limbs and his bright, boyish eyes.  His impossibly tight, little body and infectious laughter are not what Louis wants.  They’re not.  Really. (14k)

- zipping across the stars : One Direction consists of five people; Louis, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Gemma. When the band preforms at Wembley Stadium the boys are introduced to Gemma’s younger brother Harry.Louis wishes he had known that before he threw himself at the boy for six hours but he can’t stop now can he? (10k)

- Rather this than live without you : Harry decides to give it all up. Louis refuses to be left behind. (11k)

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anonymous asked:

smut where louis loves being full of harry's baby and harry's cock 😪 truly glorious. also jealous/protective harry over his two babies 🤤

Sorry this took so long. Here’s your warning for lactation kink.

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hima write more daddy louis, pls i need 😩

it’s not nsfw and i wrote this quick. hope u enjoy this daddy love.

Louis says it softly, on a quick breath: “Daddy’s got something for you.”

His voice scrapes low over it, Daddy, and there’s something sheepish in the way he scratches his fingertips through his beard and reaches up automatically to adjust his fringe. It’s been flipped up into a devil-may-care quiff, so he just ends up touching his forehead, clearing his throat, and dropping his hand back down to his side.

With a blinding smile, Harry sits up. This is something they’re still feeling out, working their way through, and although Louis is just, like, instinctively the perfect Daddy, and Harry basks in his indulgent care just as easily, Louis still gets a little nervous.

“It’s ‘cause I — ‘cause it’s so fuckin’ incredible, yeah, I just don’t want to fuck it up, I don’t want to hurt you, you give me so much… I just want to be good for you,” Louis said in the beginning, months ago, when Harry was languid and warm in the afterglow; a ruined, fucked-out, sticky-swollen mess, and Louis combed his fingers through the tangled thatch of Harry’s hair and kissed every bite mark. 

And Harry gets nervous too, of course, because he’s wanted to please Louis from the very start, wanted Louis to think he was cool even though he’d just pissed on Louis’s shoe and Louis had that awful haircut. He’d been overwhelmed by his own elation every time Louis sought him out thereafter, pleased that Louis had chosen him. Him.

He used to worry that he’d given himself up without thought like he tends to do, but Harry says that all the time, I just want to be good for you, and for Louis to say it, too — Harry’d been struck with the realization that they’re free-falling into this together.

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Harry Styles - Louis Was Your Childhood Bully Imagine - Part Two

[Part One]

You had hoped that once you pointed out to Harry the dislike his best friend had for you that he might have a chat with him about it. You learned though, very quickly, that he did not. You and Harry had taken to hang out with the guys often after that first initial meeting. 

While with Niall and Liam you got on amazingly well, Louis, well with Louis you just tried to keep your distance. He still shot you the occasional glare when Harry’s back was turned, did his best to bring up stories you had tried your hardest to forget from your time in school, grinning with satisfaction when he noticed the look of discomfort on your face. Louis was winning at this little game he was playing, and he knew it. 

Louis treatment of you was starting to cause a rift between you and Harry. You tried to talk to him about it again, or point out the moments Louis jokes had turned but Harry still just didn’t get it. Maybe he just didn’t want to think so badly of Louis, but no matter the reason, it was hurting you that he was doing nothing to try and come to your aid when you confided in him how upset you were over the situation. 

“Love, he is just playin’.” Harry told you one day, pulling you close against his chest after you had walked out of your living room when Louis made a joke about how much you had eaten. “We’re all mates, he didn’t mean it in a rude way, I promise.” You rest your forehead against Harry’s chest, taking in deep breaths to try and will the tears not to come. 

“You just don’t get it, Harry.” As you said this, your face screws up, unable to control it, as the tears leaked out. Harry kisses the top of your head and pulls back, taking your shoulders in his hands. He saw now, the tears flowing down your cheeks and the hollowness to your breath, that whether or not Louis was in fact joking, you were hurt by all of this and he should have listened to you. 

“I’ll talk to him, alrigh’?” That was all you ever wanted Harry to do. You didn’t want him to stop being friends with Louis. You would never ask that, especially as Harry and him worked together, but maybe if Harry talked to him about it Louis would lay off. You could only hope. You felt like you were in grade school again with the jokes, the ridiculing, the cruel laughter following you even after you left the room. “’m sorry I haven’ said anythin’ to him ye’.” You take in a deep and shaky breath and shake your head. 

“S’okay.” You give him a small smile but the crease that had formed between his brows stays in place. He brings one large hand up to your cheek, his thumb sliding across your track of tears. “Thank you for believing me now.” 

“I guess I jus’ didn’ wan’ to believe he actually was hurting you. I jus’ want the most importan’ people in my life to ge’ along.” You give a nod, understanding completely. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s lips. When you pull back he dips his face back for another soft kiss. “You alrigh’, then?” He wonders, a look of concern on his face. 

“I will be.” You wanted to be honest with him, you wanted him to know that you weren’t okay with this entire situation and thankfully now he finally understood. 

“I’ll go talk to him now.” You give a nod and a small smile before stepping out of the warm and comforting circle of Harry’s arms. 

“I think I’m going to go lay down for a bit, try to relax.” You tell him. His look of concern was still present but he nods. He hated to think that he had allowed you to have to endure his best friend doing this but he truly didn’t know that it was this bad but he realized now that Louis wasn’t just playing around, he had a serious dislike for the girl Harry was in love with and he didn’t like it. “Thank you.” You say quietly, leaning in to kiss him one last time before you turn and head for the hall. Harry watches you go, wishing he could take your pain and unhappiness away from you right that second but he knew the only way to help now was a conversation with his best friend. 

“Hey, mate, can we have a chat?” He asks Louis once he was back in the living room where the three friends were sat watching a football game. 

“Sure, mate.” Louis stands from the couch and follows Harry from the room. “What is it?” He asked once they got to the kitchen. Louis thought he knew, especially after Harry had disappeared with you but he would play dumb for just a bit before he admitted outright that he disliked you. 

“Why don’ you like Y/N?” Harry questions, leaning against the counter behind him, his tattooed arms crossing lazily across his chest as he watched Louis from across the room. He was trying to study his face, gauge his reaction to this question but Louis simply laughed. 

“And who says I don’t like her?” He asks then once he stopped his laughter. “Did she say that? She’s just tryin’ to come between us, mate.” Harry had been expecting this and earlier in the day would have believed it but after seeing the love of his life reduced to tears because of the words Louis had spoken, he knew that wasn’t it at all. 

“She told me tha’ you used to bully her in school.” The idea that you had to endure bullying, much less from the man standing across from him now, made an ache start in the very center of his chest and grow outward. The idea of anyone being bullied was enough to cause that ache but knowing the two involved made it worse. “Is tha’ true?” Harry pressed when Louis didn’t answer but he noted that Louis was looking anywhere but at Harry. 

“It was jus’ a bit of school yard fun. I was neveh serious.” He finally looked up and met Harry’s green eyes. “I haven’ treated her like that since we met, I promise.” But Harry knew that was a lie. He had just heard him going off on you not even ten minutes before. 

“She says tha’ you are and I heard your commen’ to her earlier in there.” Louis rolls his eyes now and gives a sigh. 

“So what do you want me to do? Go and apologize? Grovel at her feet?” Louis was done with this conversation. He never imagined you would go running to Harry about this, especially since you had never told on him for back in school. 

“I wan’ to know why you don’ like, and are rude to, the love of my life, the girl I plan on spendin’ the rest of my life with. I would really like two of the mos’ importan’ people in my life to get along.” Louis sighs again and takes a step back, giving a small pace across the large kitchen. 

“I guess when I saw her walk in with you that day at Niall’s everything from school jus’ came out. She was always such a brat back then, a teachers pet, acted like she was betteh than everyone else.” He explains but as he hears him say it, he knows that was back then and that this was now and that he shouldn’t have passed judgement so quickly and harshly as he himself had changed quite a bit since school so why couldn’t have you? And you must have, for someone as caring and compassionate as Harry to fall for you. 

“Is it true you told her that you can make her leave? Tha’ she was only with me for my money? That day at Niall’s, she told me you said tha’ but I figured you had just been concerned for me bu’ now I see it was jus’ because you don’t like her.” Louis had hoped you hadn’t told Harry that as hearing it back he realized just how shitty that was. 

“Look, I’m sorry, mate, truly. I will go apologize to her and will lay off. I promise.” And he meant it. Old school yard problems didn’t need to continue on into adulthood. If Harry cared for you as much as he appeared and said he did, you must not be as bad as Louis quickly judged you would be. 

“Leave the apology until tomorrow, she went to rest for a bit but I really do appreciate that.” Louis gives a nod. 

“We good then?” Harry laughs and nods, moving forward to hug Louis tightly before stepping back, smiling at him. 

“Of course. Just had to look out for my girl, ya know?” Louis nods, also smiling. 

“I am happy for you, mate. I’ve never seen you like this in a relationship before.” Louis noted the way that Harry’s face lit up then and he realized he truly meant that. Harry was the happiest he had ever been in the years Louis had known him and for that he should be grateful for you, and he was. 

“She’s somethin’ special.” Louis nods and hugs Harry again before the two go and rejoin the other two. Once the football match had been over, the guys left and Harry went in search of you. He found you snuggled up into his pillow, fast asleep. He grinned, kicked off his shoes and slid into the large bed beside you. His arms wrapping tight around your hips jolted you away but you sighed when you realized who it was. 

“Oh, hey.” You mutter, turning to snuggle into his warm chest. You give a content sigh as he rubs your back and places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Are the guys gone?” 

“Yeah,” Harry answers, still rubbing your back, his fingers lingering a bit on the spots he knew you got sore occasionally. “I had a chat with Louis.” 

“Yeah? How did it go?” You were mumbling a bit as your face was still buried in the soft fabric of the t-shirt he was wearing. 

“He apologized, said he will apologize to you nex’ time he sees you. He also said he was happy for me, tha’ I’ve never been like this in a relationship before.” You smile against his chest and he kisses the top of your head once more. “And he’s righ’. I’ve never been this happy.” You lift your head up to meet his stunning green eyes, both of you smiling at one another. 

“Me neither.” You whisper before your lips find his. You were happy that it seemed things with Louis would be better from now on. You wouldn’t have to worry about all of the snide comments, rude glares, and harassment anytime you were in a room together. Finally you would just be able to enjoy your time with Harry and his best friends. That was all you ever wanted and you were glad Harry wasn’t mad at you for saying you were unhappy with Louis and that he cared enough to speak with him. You really were so lucky to have him, and oh so happy.

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That gif when the interviewer talks about Harry and Dunkirk.... he instantly smiles and lights up, but then he quickly schools in face into something more neutral... did you notice that? Like the way his face goes back to neutral is not normal, it's too sudden, which means it wasnt natural. His first reaction of smiling was natural, but he then the rest is like he reminded himself he couldnt react like that...

logbook entry 4285624: louis fonded over harry, quickly schooling his features afterwards (refer back to entries 246-4174822)

three / apple martini

UNI AU co-written with @ineffably-styles

a story of late nights, unorthodox household plants, and a trip to Vegas that changes everything

Harry groaned. “Please don’t start a war with him,” he begged. “The last time someone started a war with Louis we all ended up spending the night at the police station. I still haven’t heard the end of that from my dad. He banned me from seeing Louis for two weeks afterwards. I was twenty. My dad grounded me when I was twenty because of Louis,” he frowned. “Maybe he had the right idea banning me from seeing him.”

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So here it is the long awaited, probably not, follow up to my fetus ziam drabble. I’ve already started part 3 because I hate myself and think people actually like my stuff.

“Out of my way lads, I’ve got my own room this time,” Niall announced once everyone was off the buses in Vancouver. He turned and looked directly at Harry and Louis. “Luckily it’s away from some people.”

“You’re the perv that was listening in,” Louis replied defensively. “Not mine and Harold’s fault.”

“How about we get a move on and get to the lift instead of arguing?” Paul suggested, raising his eyebrows at the boys. “Meet me by the lifts while I get the keys.”

The five boys dragged their feet behind Paul, all exhausted. The three hour bus ride ended up taking close to four and a half due to getting tied up at the border. A stop for gas once they entered Canada ended up being a production that got a few people to laugh, even if it was out of sheer exhaustion and not something actually funny. Bags were thrown over shoulders and luggage was being dragged behind them. They only upside to everything was that they had the day off, the only thing on their schedule was a radio interview in the midafternoon. Eight more shows, two more weeks and they could see their month long break in front of them. It was just something they needed to keep reminding themselves.

“You sleep on the bus?” Zayn asked Liam as they were huddled in the corner, away from everyone.

“A little,” Liam answered with a shrug. “I was too knackered to sleep, if that makes sense.”

“Perfect,” he assured him, especially after he saw the worry lines appear above Liam’s brows. All he wanted to do really was move his thumb across the creases, feel his skin on his skin, maybe even kiss the worry feeling that was probably in the pit of his stomach. Fuck. Stupid Louis and his stupid checklist. “I was knackered too but you know how Lou is, always bouncing off the wall.”

“You’ll sleep well tonight,” Liam promised, his worry lines now flattened and a wide smile on his face. “Get to sleep on a bed this time instead of a crammed bus.”

“We cuddling?” Zayn asked with a smirk. Despite his new found realization Zayn didn’t want to make things awkward between them, they needed to stick to their routine, and cuddling was part of that routine. “I need my teddy bear to help me sleep.”

“Of course, Zed, always,” he told him, hiking his bag further up his shoulder.

Liam’s cheeks were faintly turning pink, a bashful smile on his face, this was when he was most beautiful. Zayn got to see Liam in varying degrees, Liam the popstar, Liam the businessman, and just good ole plan Liam James Payne from Wolverhampton. Liam the popstar was someone to be dazzled by, the way he commands a stage, the presence he has in front of thousands of fans was outstanding, surely something to be admired. Liam the businessman was a take no prisoner type of man, very attentive and aware of his surroundings. He made sure everyone was taken care of, he was the voice of reason within the band.  

Liam James Payne from Wolverhampton was who Zayn fell in love with though. That was the authentic Liam, the one many people rarely got to see. He had to be the other two Liam’s a large majority of the day. The regular Liam, the boy behind the man, the one who giggles at everything he finds funny, the one who blushes whenever he get complimented. He was so selfless and caring and understanding, always patient. Honestly, what took Zayn so long to realize he was in love with Liam? Anyone who ever met the true, authentic Liam would fall in love with him instantly. Karen and Geoff raised a good man.

“Come collect your keys and get on the lift, gents,” Paul called to them, knocking Zayn out of his daydream.

Liam gave Zayn a little shove towards the lift while he volunteered to get their keys. While the keys were being distributed the noise level started to rise a little. People were way past exhaustion but a minimal change in the atmosphere always riled people up, especially Louis. Harry, like always, was trying to quiet him, drag him onto the lift and away from the death glares of a few of the crew members. Caroline just rolled her eyes as she collected her key from Paul, patting an exhausted looking Zayn as she past, kissing his forehead and wishing him a goodnight. Liam returned, placing his free arm around Zayn’s shoulders, almost lifting him up as helping him onto the lift and eventually their shared room. They were both exhausted, the faces looking worn out from the long day and even longer tour schedule. A quick goodnight was said to those who remained on the lift as they exited on their floor.

“I’m gonna change in the loo,” Liam announced once they got into their room and dropped their things on the soon to be vacant bed. “So you can do what you gotta do out here.”

“Thanks,” Zayn replied softly, followed by a yawn he didn’t even try to cover up.

Liam grabbed his bag that contained a change of clothes and his toiletries, it was a luxury when they stayed at a hotel. Trying to shower, shave, or even change on a constantly moving bus was a hassle. Something all five of them learned to conquer rather quickly. He hummed around his toothbrush as he brushed his teeth, some song that was playing at the arena earlier that day from whatever playlist they used to hype the crowd before the show. It felt good to be in a hotel, even better that he got to share that room with Zayn, his best mate. He loved all four boys equally but things just felt different with Zayn. They bonded over more than just being in the same group. Movies, music, comics, everything about them was alike. It was great to have someone who was so compatible with. He had the best mates in the world, a dream job, and a dream girlfriend, someone who understood his lifestyle so perfectly and never once complained.  Liam was just so excited that in a few days’ time Danielle was set to arrive in Las Vegas and spend a few days with him before flying back home. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

“You decent?” Liam asked, opening the bathroom door ajar.

Zayn snorted at the questions. “What a loaded question Payno, but yea, I am.”

Liam laughed at Zayn’s reply and opened the door. Zayn was already sitting on the bed, laptop resting on his legs. “What are we watching tonight?”

“Thor,” he informed him, shuffling up on the bed to rest against the headboard, patting the spot next to him to indicate he wanted Liam to sit down. This could all be looked at as pseudo romantic but Zayn knew he needed to keep this as friendly as possible. Which was probably going to be hard, in more way than one.

“The new one?” Liam asked in excitement as he reached the bed and sat next to Zayn. He lifted the laptop and placed it on the spot where their legs met. A perfect place for both of them to see it properly. “You know being famous does have it perks sometimes.”

Zayn nodded swallowing the lump forming in his throat. He’d touched Liam numerous times within the last few years, hand holding, gently placing a hand on the small of each other backs, even while wrestling backstage at arenas. Even tonight they touched, always did during I Want, it was a routine of theirs. Now it felt different, their outer thighs pressed up against each other, skin on skin. He could feel the hair on Liam’s legs rubbing up against his. Zayn really did hate Louis, making him realize he was in love with Liam. Now everything happening around them made Zayn hyperaware, noticed every little detail now. Some mate Louis was. Thanks bro.

“You okay?” Liam’s gentle voice brought Zayn back to reality. He was rubbing at Zayn’s knee, trying to coax him out of whatever trance he was stuck in. “You spaced out on me for a minute.”

“I-I’m okay,” he assured him, his eyes glued to where Liam’s hand was. “Let-let’s just watch the movie, yeah?”

“I heard it was better than the first once,” Liam told him as he pressed a few buttons on the laptop to start up the movie. “Let me know if you want anything to eat or drink and I’ll pause the movie, okay?”

Zayn just nodded in response as the movie began, the Marvel credits flashing on the screen. He was so excited to watch the movie but couldn’t get his mind to focus. Everything around him was too much. He slowly regretted sharing a room with Liam. He didn’t want things to be awkward between them, to draw any attention to the situation, but it was going to be difficult. Now that he had a name to the gnawing feeling he’d been feeling for so long, it was hard to shove it away. This wasn’t Liam’s fault at all, never would be. Just sitting close to Liam in a bed where they’d eventually lay down and cuddle, a staple of theirs when they share a room. It was going to be an obstacle, he was definitely going to think about all the romantic undertones of cuddling with his best mate who he happened to be in love with.

Never mind the fact that Liam was dating Danielle. Zayn liked Danielle, mostly. She was never around so it was an out of sight out of mind type of relationship. He would never get the way of Liam’s relationship, would never jeopardize it at all. He loved Liam and a part of loving him was respecting those he chose to have in his life, and Danielle was in his life. Zayn tried to focus back on the movie but just watched Liam as he watched the movie. Seeing how animated his face got at certain scenes that were probably highly entertaining and pivotal. He loved seeing Liam’s face light up every time Loki was mentioned or on the screen. He loved the character so much he ended up naming his dog after him. It was the little things that just made him so endearing.

“You stopped watching,” Liam observed, pausing the movie, looking at Zayn. “You want to stop? We can stop if you want to sleep or whatever.”

Zayn faked a yawn and nodded his head. “I’m knackered, maybe we can pick this up tomorrow seeing we have downtime, yeah?”

“Of course,” he agreed, turning off the movie and shutting off the computer, reaching over and placing it on the nightstand. He turned back around and saw that Zayn was already under the covers, getting himself as comfortable as possible. Liam turned off the light and turned in himself, shuffling down the bed to get properly under the covers. “Nothing beats a night in a swanky hotel with me best mate.”

“Yeah,” he tentatively agreed, slowly nodding his head, turning his back to Liam. He sucked in his breath as Liam’s arm snaked around his waist, his insides immediately felt like lava. It was strictly platonic but everything had changed, had shifted, now his body was betraying him.

“Goodnight Zed,” Liam whispered in his ear, scooting closer to tangle their legs together.  

“Night Liam,” he replied, his mouth dry and he closed his eyes and wished himself to fall asleep and fall asleep fast.

Never Have I Ever

Louis isn’t quite sure how he managed to talk Harvey Specter into playing “Never Have I Ever,” but the team’s all here, and they are going to bond, dammit!

Ships: Marvey
Rating: Mature (to be safe)
Warnings: Sexual humor
Word count: 2K

Written for Suits 100′s 9th prompt: “Never Have I Ever… The PSL crew (either all of the (main) characters or just a selection) engage in a game of ‘Never Have I Ever…’ – Why they do and what happens is up to you.“

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“I’m sorry-“ Louis halted in his tracks, “-but did you really introduce Tee as your neighbour, mate?”

Harry whipped his neck to look at Louis so fast that I was afraid he might break it. Good thing he didn’t. The skin around Harry’s neck turned into a bright shade of crimson immediately – it looked almost similar to his cheeks – and he frowned. “Why’re you here?”

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anonymous asked:

Everyone's pretending not to notice Louis saying he desperately didnt want the hiatus. neither did Niall. Liam said he didnt know what it meant. But Harry said it was his idea way back in 2014 and he wanted it. Im finding it hard to see how Harry could have pushed for something he knew was going to hurt & disadvantage Louis. Reading Louis feelings of loss, in the light of Harrys hard push for that solo career & the huge gulf in opportunities, it doesn't even sound like a friendship blue :(

You do realize that Harry could’ve left the band in 2014/2015 with Zayn if he wanted right? They’d probably have give him the world and more and he could’ve the solo career completely detached from 1D. Of course Louis felt lost, he never was a solo artist. He only knew the band, being in a band that’s normal feelings. When you do something you never did before you feel lost, until you learn how to do it. That’s how life works in every aspect. And like I said, yes Louis must have felt sacred af because he didn’t saw himself as a big artists as the others, but Harry couldn’t have forced them on going on a hiatus by himself. He doesn’t have that type of power and when you guys say things like this you’re dismissing all the others and their voices. Look at how things are now, look how happy Niall looks, look at Louis working with great artists, discovering what he likes, working on photoshoots. He was scared there, he was reluctant because it’s something new, something you can’t be sure of, and if you’re doubting yourself already it sure would make things harder, but look at him now. He wasn’t bitter about, he didn’t resent that. Goddammit people, Sweet Creature literally exists why y'all being like this

anonymous asked:

Oh my god! Have you ever watched Louis and Harry's twitcam all the way through?? You probably have but did you notice the look Louis gave Harry at around 44:54 after he pushed Harry off the bed. I just noticed it and I'm dying. I'd give anything to know what Harry was doing off screen to make Louis react like that. They're so freaking adorable!! Sorry for any feels this may cause you 😘

AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! NO I”VE NEVER NOTICED THAT BEFORE!! hahaha oh my god.  these boys are so embarrassing.  I love it.  

God, I wonder if they look back on all of their early days and just blush.  I can’t with them.  these little monsters.

anonymous asked:

have i ever told you about the time when my brother came back from work and came to my room to say hi as always and i was on my laptop watching larry proofs and he happened to see louis saying 'some people gunuinely...', and he went 'wtf say no man' and i said 'he never did' and he said 'what' and he practically pushed me off from my chair and i played him the denials and he was like 'bro what the f ck just say no you dumbass' and that's how my brother became a larrie lmao

the man has a point