“Sorry about the sugar,” Louis says, backing toward his own flat. “Bundle up before you go out.”
Harry smiles so sweetly then that Louis can’t imagine he’ll even need the sugar, if the muffins aren’t sweet enough just because they were made by him. “Thanks,” he says, eyes lingering a little longer on Louis before he lets himself back into Gemma’s apartment, and then Louis is just standing in the hallway by himself.
Or, Louis is overworked and cold, Harry is stressed out, and they might be in love.
Summary: “We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.
Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.
Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.
It’s just a lovely, simple thing to have said. It’s nice to have popstars acknowledge it from time to time. Yeah, it is a bloke saying that to girls. And yeah, it is a privileged person saying it to an unknown quantity of people, but it isn’t said enough.
Fraser McAlpine on Harry’s words about respecting young girl fans (Ep. 7 of the Unbreak My Chart podcast)
Just stop.” She was driving you insane trying to find something for you to
wear. You were comfortable in jeans and a cute top but she was insisting on
trying to find a dress or a skirt, which in your closet she’d never find. You’d
relented enough when you let her put makeup on your face, telling you that you
still looked like death warmed over and you needed it. “He would’ve told me if
we were going someplace fancy.”
an actor! Of course it’s gonna be fancy!”
not like that.” You tried to reason with her but she was always somewhat
unreasonable. “He’s really…normal.” You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on
your face just thinking about him, but you quickly tried to hide it. You
couldn’t let yourself fall for him so fast. Nothing ever worked out well for
you, why should this?
Emma’s hand squeezed your shoulder and you looked up at her from where you sat
on the edge of your bed. “Get out from inside your head, Y/N/N. He’s not gonna
be like the other guys. I have a good feeling about this one.”
hesitated when you heard the knock on the door, glancing back up at Emma with
panic in your eyes. Emma pulled you up and clapped you on the back, pushing you
towards your front door and following you out to your living room. You placed
one hand on the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before
you swung the door open, revealing Jensen standing there, smiling at you.
“Hey.” He smiled. “You look beautiful.”