keep calm and love louis tomlinson

Prince Harry meeting popstar Louis Tomlinson at the Royal Variety Performance.  

Harry scans the receiving line, eyes skipping every other person in order for his gaze not to linger too long. His shoulders are tense, tendrils of nerves snaking their way down his back. If he can keep his nerves there, settled against his spine and belly he’ll be able to keep his face calm at least. He’ll need a muscle relaxer, or two, when he gets home but that’s better than pulling a face in front of the performers and having it caught on film.

He follows closely behind Gemma, the silver threading in her dress sparkling out of the corner of his eye. He keeps his smile steady as she greets the tap dancers and shakes their hands. 

“Hello, pleasure to meet, you all, lovely performance,” Harry greets them in her wake, and makes eye contact. Normally he’d do his best to calm each person’s nerves as he speaks to them, but this time he’s too busy trying to calm himself down.

Because less than a dozen people away, Louis Tomlinson stands with his band waiting for his very own handshake and greeting.

Harry nods along to what the third tap dancer is saying, humming his agreement to something he hopes he’s supposed to agree to. It’s easy to get people to talk as long as he keeps smiling and nodding, and from the flushed look on the woman’s face he suspects he hasn’t committed a faux pas. It bodes well for the rest of the crowd. He can hear the snap of the cameras to his left, and he tilts his head in the photographer’s direction so they can get a good shot.

Gemma’s ahead of him and he turns his attention to the next person, and the next, and the next, the commotion around them somewhat comforting. He knows how to behave when he’s being watched, after all. He knows how to shake hands and smile and ask questions without disclosing anything about himself and deflecting any questions he might get in return.

He can handle being face to face with Louis Tomlinson. He can handle shaking Louis’ hand, skin against skin and making eye contact. He’ll be fine. If nothing else because he’s had his freak out already, during Louis’ performance. 

Gemma had egged him on, teasing him about each The Rogue poster he’d had up, each concert she’d snuck him into, and how she knew every word to their songs because Harry couldn’t stop playing their music– in other words, she was trying to get under his skin. And she succeeded.

All Harry really needed was Louis appearing on stage against the backdrop, his silhouette alone making Harry’s heart shoot to his throat and his senses sharpening. Each guitar riff and drum beat and vocal line that was sung forever ingrained into his brain, and his eyes nearly burning from staying open and unblinking. He’d wanted to remember everything, not caring that his head trembled slightly, or that he was clutching Gemma’s hand hard enough for her to pinch him so he’d loosen his grip.

“Glad you got that out of the way,” Gemma’d whispered to him as they clapped their hands, and Harry had forgotten in the space of that three minute performance that he was supposed to meet Louis afterward, in front of the whole theatre and the press.

Harry hopes that the combination of getting it out of the way, as Gemma so kindly put it, and being in his public role will help alleviate any remaining nerves. He clenches his jaw, knowing it’ll make it look sharper in photos and has the excellent side effect of keeping him from grinning stupidly. He’s absolutely got this.

Harry’s got it for as long as it takes for his and Louis’ hands to meet and for Louis to pull up his other hand, clasping it around Harry’s.They’re warm around Harry’s hand, a firm solid shake that should ground Harry but instead makes him snap. That’s the point at which he’s quite sure he steps outside of his body and is nothing but an observer.

“Thank you,” Harry and Louis both say at once, and Harry practically squeaks, trying to hold back a laugh and an embarrassed groan. Louis doesn’t seem to notice, which is really good. He seems to try and collect himself, and Harry’s mouth pulls into what must look like a delirious smile. Except he can’t help himself, still stood outside looking on. He blinks rapidly, hoping that it’ll keep it from looking like he’s staring. Even though Harry’s most definitely staring.

“It’s been an honour performing for you, your highness,” Louis says, Harry smiling and nodding along, the only thing he can think to do while stood so close.

“Thank you all for coming,” Harry says, addressing the rest of Louis’ band, making sure they also get their hands shaken. They’d been good, their performance had sounded great, and Harry feels a pinch of guilt that he has no clue what any of them are saying, autopilot completely on as Louis’ presence nearby makes his skin vibrate.

When he pulls away from last of them he expects to give them all one last smile before moving on to the next person in line, except Gemma’s stood there like a statue, keeping them both in place. Her elbow digs into his arm the slightest bit as she turns her attention to Louis.

“Where is the night taking you after this, more celebrating I hope?” Gemma asks and Harry bites the inside of his cheek. Louis shakes his head, tucking his chin down.

“Wherever the lads lead, I’ll follow. S’a big night for them, yeah?”

“For you too, you did splendid,” Harry blurts out and immediately regrets it. He wants to pull his lips into his mouth, wants to sink into the ground and not have to look at Louis’ sparkling blue eyes. But instead he keeps his gaze even as the camera flashes go off.

Louis’ smile is crooked when he speaks, “Yeah, I mean, I’ve been doing this for a while. Want to make sure they feel ‘ppreciated, yeah?” Louis pulls at his jacket, and Harry detects a slight twitch of his fingers. Nerves, maybe, which he honestly needed worry about in the slightest. No one could be more nervous than Harry at this particular moment in time.

“That’s very kind,” Harry says, and it’s normal enough isn’t it? That’s a perfectly reasonable thing to say.

What isn’t is what Gemma says next, “Oh, Harry knows, he’s been a longtime fan of The Rogue.”

Louis’ eyebrows shoot up in surprise and he turns his attention towards Harry. “Is that so?”

Harry gives himself two heartbeats to respond, to collect his thoughts and mould them into something acceptable. “Your band were great ambassadors to country and brought us much pride,” Harry sounds stiff to his own ears, but it’s better than the alternative, in which Harry proclaims that Louis has been the background to Harry’s phone, iPad and laptop.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that description before, sounds quite nice though. I’ll pass it on to the others,” Louis says, the lilt of his voice like honey to Harry’s ears.

“Yes, please do,” Harry says. He seems to be in the clear. Even if Gemma wanted to torture Harry more by telling Louis that he’d always been Harry’s favourite their handler was waving them forward towards the head of the line. They were needed elsewhere, and even Gemma knew not to overstep when it came to their schedule.

“Thank you, again,” Harry says before turning away, but before he can help it he feels himself wink awkwardly and his throat closes up. He turns around and walks off before registering the look on Louis’ face. He hopes, sincerely, that the photographers have moved up ahead so that Harry doesn’t have to face the proof of his body betraying him.

That’s definitely not something he can ever live down, otherwise.

Two Words

Harry likes saying those two words.

When you’ve done something he isn’t used to seeing but nonetheless is still fascinated, the two words comint out of his lips in habit.

“My girl.”

When someone close personally asks him of who you are and how are you related to him or when he sees his lockscreen that’s you; his favorite. It makes him all flustered, looking down on the moment for a moment and smiling.

“My girl.”

When you’re somewhere in where there’s booze and generally people, an example when his eyes landed on a guy who attempted to touch you, which he hates with so much passion, he stepped in quickly, snaked his arm around your waist and gave a stern that would turn into a sinister look if he didn’t get the message, saying some things along with the lines of, “She is mine. Mine for me to touch, mine for me to love. Now please, fucking piss off.”

“My girl.”

Yet there are times when he couldn’t call you his. Not when you sleep angry at each other because he’s the reason of it, not when you’re hurt because of him.

He’d cry and bang the door repeatedly, talking you into anything that’s worth since he wants to hear your voice so bad, because he doesn’t want to forget it. Not now, not ever.

So by the time you’d come back out from the guest bedroom, half-heartedly back in his arms until you got accustomed to it again, hugging him back and rubbing soothing figures on his, making him instantly relax.

He’d breathe you in a little deeper because he doesn’t want to forget it, or even forget you in general in any aspect because it’s his fucking priority not to.

Harry would momentarily close his eyes, head in the crook of your neck, his eyelashes fluttering against it.

He would calm down, back into his mind. My girl. You’re his girl, you’re for his to call you his, you’re for his to love, you’re for his to touch, you’re for his to spend his whole future with.

You’re for his to keep. You’re his girl and that’s what matters most to him.

Picture from this post, because I didn’t want to scrawl out Louis and Nick thoughts all over someone else’s post. (Tomlinshaw, 2,100 words)

BUT ANYWAY, imagine a world where Nick is a friend of Harry’s from work who Harry’s adopted (and Nick’s adopted back, because that’s how they work), and for two years now, Louis has poked and prodded at Nick because he secretly fancies him but won’t ever, ever, ever admit it. He won’t admit it to Harry, who is his best friend, or Niall who is his flatmate, or Liam who’s his best mate from work. He definitely won’t admit it to Nick, which is fine because Nick has been in love with Louis for about eighteen months now, and it’s fucking up all of his attempts to fall in love with anyone else, and he refuses to acknowledge even to himself that he even likes him. Their friends sometimes find their constant bickering amusing, but most of the time they try to keep them apart because there’s a fairly good chance one of them will murder the other. 

So they’ll have Sunday roasts all together, or barbecues round at one of their places, or stupid afternoons in with beers and nachos, and despite all of their best efforts, Nick and Louis will end up arguing over something, bickering over something innocuous, playing devil’s advocate just for the sake of arguing. The others despair of them. They’ve even started having whispered conversations about trying not to invite them to the same place at the same time. 

But, like, sometimes, just sometimes, Nick will see Louis looking a little vulnerable, or quiet, and he’ll do something like make a round of teas so that he can give Louis one without him being suspicious. Or Louis will remember that Nick can’t eat that much cheese so he’ll demand a plate of chili nachos and be super mouthy about it so that it pisses everyone else off, but Nick will get to pick off that plate without making a fuss. 

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SUMMARY ANALYZATION SO FAR OF "/PR/" STUNTS

hello okay, these may not be the exact order of the dates but i just want to post this to keep me calm

ofc we know where niall and liam are but i included them here

ANALYZED A BIT SO….

LOUNIELLE:
• louis is with danielle campbell, a woman who popped out from no where and now the media says that they’re dating

• there was a rumour saying that louis was going to be with one of the stars from fear the walkinbg dead bc he used to tweet abt that but he ended with danielle

• they went skiing in some place, paps were there wherever they go yet here we had Liam in LA and he doesnt get papped unless he has an invisible cloak but how the hell does this paps know where lounielle is????

• caught necking the bird elounor 2.0 ski version

• danielle needs a profile boost

• now what is going on lounielle, where are you

BRIANA-LOUIS:
• around May, Louis posed for the paps including Briana behind him, perfect angles, and WHY WOULD LOUIS POSE FOR THE PAPS, WHY WOULD HE STOP AND TAKE A PHOTO WITH BRIANA POSING BEHIND HIM

•pregnancy announcements

• louis was asked how is he as he was expecting a child then the interviewer quickly asks harry after why is he quiet (WHY?!)

• october/halloween photo - no baby bump/slim figure

• baby bump magically appears

• baby bump disappears during christmas

• baby bump appears again

• Briana’s family posted photos from her cousin, Amber

• Briana “gave birth”

• Briana said 1/21/16, Louis tweeted 1/23/26 saying that his son was born YESTERDAY “ 1/22/16 ”

• Hired twins in LA from a PR woman

• Baby is being exposed

• Briana was seen wearing tights and high heels AFTER BIRTH DAMN GIRL

• LOUIS TWEETS MY LAD PHOTO

• Briana was holding the baby basket thing with only one hand, actually, only four fingers because she was holding her phone

• Lots, lots, lots of bringing out the baby basket scene

• Paps are in a PRIVATE PROPERTY, TELL ME HOW?!

• MY LAD PHOTO IS SAID TO BE PHOTOSHOP because Louis had short hair there and he has long hair now, so after a day or 2, Louis just got a haircut.

• BRIANA WORE FLATS AND A DRESS (THEY ARE WATCHING US, WHAT WE SAY AND WHAT WE SEE/NOTICE)

• Baby exposed again. SERIOUSLY. DO NOT TAKE A BABY OUT DURING HIS FIRST FEW DAYS ON EARTH! IT’S NOT HEALTHY! AND BRIANA, TAKE A DAMN REST IF YOU JUST GAVE BIRTH NOT JUST WALKING AROUND IN HEELS AND TIGHTS.

HENDALL:

• OBV HENDALL IS SO 2013

• NOPE, they were spotted in a restaurant
• and publicly snogging on a yacht after rumors of kendall being gay, VERY VERY VERY SUDDEN

• after that, POOF, it’s reported that Hendall are cooling off (jan 31. 2016 update)

RBB&SBB:

• FREDDIE is spotted in RBB’S first post with the dvd player
• keep calm
• london airport photos (01/24) , assuming that Harold took them before he left (01/20)

LIAM:

• juicy j stuff

NIALL:

• still alive and he loves us

* IF THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG PLEASE DO TELL ME
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I know Zayn’s announcement shocked the One Direction fan base big time. Because of this, there are a few things I would like to point out.

To the 1D haters out there, if a friend of yours is a fan and you are not, please do not make fun or say anything rude to your friend. Believe it or not, but 1D could be something they hold close to their hearts and if you say anything rude, like “good, fuck them” or any sarcastic remark about the band, it might hurt your friend’s feelings. Personally, 1D helped me in a time of trouble, they kept my hopes up while I was getting bullied in school. Do not say anything rude, you will hurt your friend. Try to comfort them and if not, just tell them it will be okay, that’s all you have to do.

To the 1D fans, it’s okay. It is not the end of the world. Yes, this might lead to the break up of 1D, but it’s okay. Try to stay calm, and think of something else. If this makes you deeply sad, it’s time to look for something else to make you happy. Zayn was stressed, so him leaving the band is actually a good thing. His health and happiness is what is most important. Would you like the boys to continue to be in the band if they were sad or sick? I think not. I love each one of them, so it’s best to keep their respective feelings first.

In conclusion, the news is sad, but also a good sign for the boys. There were not going to stay together forever, even Simon kept that in mind from the start. This is just a new chapter in the boy’s lives. Please keep yourselves in check and calm down. Comfort your friends and please calm down, it is not the end. The boys’ happiness is what should come first for this fandom.

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Cheryl 'puts love rules in place' for new boyfriend Liam Payne
The X Factor judge is reportedly keen to keep a low profile as they work in Los Angeles
By Claire Rutter

Has Cheryl Fernandez-Versini begged new boyfriend Liam Payne to quit partying with Louis Tomlinson over cheating rumours?

10:48, 29 Mar 2016 Updated 11:12, 29 Mar 2016 By Claire Rutter

The X Factor judge is reportedly keen to keep a low profile as they work in Los Angeles

Cheryl Fernandez-Versini has allegedly put some “love rules” in place for her new boyfriend Liam Payne, and that means no more partying especially with Louis Tomlinson.

The X Factor judge, who went public with her romance with the One Direction star just a few weeks ago, flew to Los Angeles with Liam and has allegedly begged him to calm down his late nights.

Cheryl and Liam flew out to LA two weeks ago and she’s been in the studio working hard on her new music, and she’s keen to avoid any distractions like cheating rumours if her boyfriend hits the town with his One Direction bandmate Louis.

“Cheryl’s been in the studio working on new music practically day and night since she arrived in LA,” a source told heat magazine.

“And she’s begged Liam to do the same. They’re writing songs together, and she’s told Liam they’ll get a lot more done if he keeps the partying down.”

The insider claimed that Cheryl fully trusts Liam, but is worried about the rumours that might start if he hits the town and is pictured out, especially the frenzy that he would cause with Louis, who is living the US to be close to his baby boy Freddie.

“Of course she knows he’d never cheat on her, but I think she’s worried about all the attention he might get if he’s out with Louis,” the source claimed.

“If Liam’s even so much as pictured with another girl, it would start rumours.”

Liam and Cheryl have kept a low profile in the U.S. as they rent a luxury mansion in the Hollywood Hills together, only sharing a glimpse of their time away with a select photo or two with the happy couple going on an Easter egg run at the local British shop, as well as hitting the cinema to see the new movie Batman V. Superman: Dawn of Justice.

Liam is reportedly happy to chill out and scale back the partying as he’s serious about his relationship with the Fight For This Love hit maker.

“Liam was invited out to 1OAK nightclub last week for a producer mate’s birthday, but he skipped the party to go to the studio with Cheryl,” a pal told the magazine.

“He’s really serious about her and doesn’t want to do anything that could jeopardise the relationship.”

Cheryl has been doing her own part to make sure she’s not getting papped by allegedly avoiding celeb-favourites such as Barry’s Bootcamp and SoulCycle, but instead heading to Bikram yoga classes on most mornings in Silverlake in east L.A. before hitting the studio in Santa Monica.

I lost another 10 IQ points reading this. :///

HOW DO YOU THINK HARRY FEELS WHEN HE’S RECORDING ALL THE SONGS THAT LOUIS WRITES ABOUT HIM DO YOU THINK HE STANDS IN THAT LITTLE MATTRESS BOOTH AND HAS TO DO MULTIPLE TAKES BECAUSE HE KEEPS SMILING TOO WIDE WHILE SINGING OR KEEPS GIGGLING AND JULIAN GETS ANNOYED BECAUSE THEY’RE ON A TIGHT SCHEDULE AND HARRY CAN’T FUCKING CONTAIN HIS LOVE AND GIDDINESS WHILE SINGING LYRICS HE KNOWS ARE FOR HIM AND IT’S JUST A GIANT MESS OF “HARRY PLEASE JUST CALM DOWN WE REALLY NEED TO FINISH YOUR VOCALS ON THIS SONG PLEASE JUST HAVE SOME CHILL HARRY PLEASE”