Harry smiles at Louis, quick and easy, and says, “Well, since we’re in the same boat, we’ll just make our own Christmas. What do you say?” Louis tamps down on a bloom of warmth in his belly. He barely knows Harry past seeing him walk down the hall in just his skivvies - not that he’s complaining - but he’s being so lovely, smiling at him so hopefully, and, well. Louis doesn’t much fancy the idea of spending Christmas completely alone. Nodding, he reaches out and pokes Harry’s dimple, watches it flirt to life underneath his fingertip. “I say yes.”
AKA, Harry and Louis are uni students studying abroad in New York, stuck in the dorms together over Christmas.
“It’s worth it anyway,” says Harry, looking into Louis’s eyes. He’s untucked his hair from behind his ear, and it falls down in silky strands to obscure his face. He looks so painfully young, even after everything. Louis’s strong, strong boy. “Just for the two of us. We get to be selfish for a little while.”
it’s christmas. in between snowman building, tree shopping, and ill-advised skating on a frozen lake, louis and harry get ready to take the most important step of their lives.
“Uh. Yes. Louis Tomlinson, yeah?” he replies, trying desperately to keep the manic smile off his face that he knows is already making an appearance because Louis remembers him (!!!!!), little ole Harry Styles; two years below, nerdy as all hell, and his friend’s dorky, younger brother.
Harry and Louis reconnect during the Holidays, it’s kind of fate.
“Please, Harry. Please accept it. You need it and I- I have plenty of money to spare. I- I’m just one person to take care of, so its okay. I-” “You called me as a prostitute though. I didn’t- I never got you off. I can’t just accept money like this, its-” “Harry,” Louis sighs, “this was better than a fuck, okay? I liked this. Now please, just… take the money.”
or, an au inspired by 1D’s new song ‘fireproof.’ where harry’s a prostitute and louis is v lonely. that is until harry becomes his babydoll, and louis his daddy.
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Humanity is falling behind. The momentum we gained with the likes of Michelangelo, Rapheal, Vinci, etc is all but dissipated. We are but shadows in a world struggling for breath.
Hope may be gone.
But low, a light yonder emerges. Shining fourth its elevating rays. Caressing hearts, minds, and souls. But who holds this light aloft.
It’s just us.
We alone, but like moths to a flame, you are coming. You reading this, you mothy little person. You can join us in our reformation, to build, to hope, to dare to dream, to sing the unsung song. We do not belong to the future, it belongs to us, like clay in our hands.
We are not the chosen, no one is. We have but chosen ourselves. And remember we are but Men.
Join us as we charge in to the unknown, and let our battle cry be heard.
FOR THE FUTURE! FOR THE BETTER! FOR HEAVEN AND EARTH! AND ABOVE ALL FOR GLORY!
For who else will?
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