August 24 

I passed everything and did much better than I thought I would initially. I’ll need to send two papers back for re-marking as I’m not happy with the markings ratio but asides from that it went okay, still feel as though I could’ve done better though. Circumstance has it otherwise as ever. Always something there to cordon off your hopes and dreams.

My Mother was so pleased she took us for Five Guys afterwards. Now. Because this event has rudely disturbed my nocturnal sleeping pattern. Back to hibernation..

CHAPTER 86: Preview

I walked over to a hammock, away from the edge, and laid down comfortably with Vodka by my side. I took a few sips of my tea and watched the stars above.

It was a starry night in London, and the sight was very calming. It was hard believing the pandemonium morning would bring when everything at that very moment was so peaceful. I remembered another starry night Harry and I had watched together once – the night we met.

It was just a few miles away, in the private garden of Kensington Palace, after the Prince Trust’s gala we had both attended that late 2012. We were both a little tipsy, and he had just beaten me at poker and was then walking me to the car that would drive me back to my hotel. I had watched the stars and taken in a deep breath, almost melancholically.

“London has pretty nights.” I mumbled, then.

“Nights are pretty everywhere, I guess.” He replied, indulging my drunkenness.

“No. In most big cities like New York you can’t see the stars because of skyscrapers and pollution. But you can here. That’s nice.”

He didn’t disagree, and we paused watching the stars for a moment. I enjoyed the shine and the silence and the thought that I felt at peace for the first time since breaking up with David a few months earlier.

“Tell me, Mr. Prince. How is it being in love?” I asked him. “Being really in love and knowing it’s not fucked up? Knowing you got it… this stupid thing everyone else is getting themselves fucked up over.”

He grinned, slightly, and just as I looked back at him, I realized he had been watching me instead of the stars. He shrugged.


“Is that a question?” I grinned.

“I don’t know.” He laughed.

I watched, then, as he bit his lower lip, seemingly struggling to give me a good enough answer.

“Don’t worry, Jenifer. You’ll get there.” He assured me, apparently giving up on trying to get me a proper answer. “You’re nice, funny, pretty… someone will be lucky enough to have the honor of loving you one day.”

I smiled then, at his kindness over poor, brokenhearted, drunk me, whom he had just met.

“Your fiancé is a lucky girl, Mr. Prince.” I told him.

He smiled. “I won’t be able to get you to stop calling me that, will I?”

I returned his smile, and turned to my car to leave. “Nope.”

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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.

Words: 6112, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Next To You

via AO3 works tagged ‘Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson’

50 Favourite Movies (no particular order) → Unmade Beds
(2009); Alexis Dos Santos #04/50
“For you, every person is like a planet and two different planets can never become one. 
Two people together will always be: one plus one. 
I preferred to think of us as bubbles, because when they touch, they merge into one another like when two people make love. But now I know what you meant.
Two people together will always be one plus one.”

Evolution of a Stunt

22 March 2012: [Louis and Eleanor supposedly see The Lion King on a Thursday, no pictures surface, just a couple of tweets]

3 December 2014: [Louis and Eleanor supposedly see the Book of Mormon in London on a Wednesday night, no pictures surface, just Louis’ tweet]

20 August 2016: Ok, not gonna fuck this one up. This one has to have real evidence it happened. We’ll do this one Saturday night. So, Danielle, you snap a picture of the playbill. Fans will follow you both inside and snap that. Then more fans inside will snap you sitting in seats. Then, Louis should walk around Times Square taking pictures with various people, too. No room for doubt here!

It took Bill Broun 14 years to write Night of the Animals. But the novel, Broun’s debut, has still proved remarkably timely in a summer of “Brexit”-tinged anxieties. The book depicts a dark future in which the European Union has dissolved and the U.K. has become a pacified surveillance state. In the middle of it all, the London Zoo stands as a kind of ark for all the non-human species who are being driven out of existence. And Cuthbert, the character at the heart of the narrative, can hear them clamoring to get out.

“He actually hears the animals asking to be released,” Broun says. “And he understands that releasing them is actually something that is bigger than simply releasing animals from the zoo. It’s a kind of fulcrum between the old world and a kind of liberating cataclysm.”

In The Midst Of Future Calamity, A Different Kind Of Ark: The London Zoo

London Nights || Marian and Jim

It had been quite some time since Marian had gone out with anyone, even Jim. It always made her nervous; as if someone could catch them at any time. Mostly, if she wasn’t working-or attempting to, anyway-she stayed at his flat when she was with him. 

She missed going out, but luckily, JIm had been able to get them a room at an upscale hotel downtown, one where she was sure nobody could find them. Or, at the very least, whoever did see them would turn the other cheek. 

Marian had ordered her first drink at the hotel bar by the time he arrived. It was nice, the change of scenery. Even though she hadn’t had much to drink already, she was already feeling more relaxed, more free. 

Spotting Jim approach her, she waved, giving him a quick kiss before patting the barstool next to her.

“Was hoping you didn’t forget,” Marian said with a smirk.