Look. I know Zayn and Louis applied for the same job. And Niall and Liam went to the same Busted concert (presumably when they were like 8 years old when Busted was touring before 1D was formed). Both of those things are neat coincidences.
But they aren’t very significant to any of them, because they’ve mentioned both of those things like one time in interviews over the course 6 years (and it was arguably to try and make the Script concert seem like less of a thing).
You know what’s significant? What Harry himself made significant?
The Script concert. He had to make a public declaration about it…twice!
“This place is incredible to me…I remember coming to quite a few gigs here. I remember I stood right there watching the Script and it turns out, Louis was at the same gig!“ - Manchester, 22 December 2011
“This venue is quite special to me. I’ve been to quite a few gigs here before. And I remember, about 3 years ago, I was stood just about there to watch the Script in here, and it turns out, that Louis was at the same gig!” - Manchester, 23 December 2011
Louis and Zayn have never described their mutual employment pursuits as “incredible” or “quite special.” And neither have Liam and Niall described the Busted concert that way, despite it being literally the same scenario as Louis and Harry attending a Script concert at the same venue on the same day.
So you have to wonder why Harry cares so much, why it’s such a curious thing that they were there, together, on the same night, at the same time, doing the same thing, and they didn’t even know each other.
But then fate twisted, and they did meet, and became so important to each other, that it made the night they missed each other that much more significant.
“Oh y/n, thank goodness you’re here” Louis smiles, sighing in relieve as he hangs up the phone that was previously pressed against his ear.
“I’ve miss you so much.” I smile, running into him to hug him as tight as possible.
I haven’t seen Louis in six months, and even though I’m not here for him, I’m still glad I’m here with him. He’s like a brother I’ve never had, and not being able to see him was tough to go through.
“I don’t know how you’re able to do this, but thank you for picking me up from the tour bus” I smile, releasing the hug as I fixed the strap to my luggage on my shoulder.
“No problem! We were right by here anyway” he insists, sliding his phone in his pocket.
I nod, looking around before turning my attention back to Louis. I give him a small smile before patting his back so that we can go.
“How’s tour?” I ask, walking with him out the back entrance of the airport.
The night breeze made me shiver, hugging my jacket closer to my body in attempt token warm.
“Good, but stressful. We’ve been replacing and taking care of Harry for weeks” he sighs, kicking the pavement with the bottom of his shoes.
I frown. I hate knowing Harry isn’t himself. It’s awful. I’ve never realized how much it hurts when someone you’re in love with is in pain, especially when you can’t help them. You wish nothing but for yourself to be in that position rather than them, no matter what the condition.
“Well, I hope he doesn’t mind I’m here” I breathe out.
Harry doesn’t want the boys to let me know he has fallen ill. I don’t know why, but apparently everytime Louis says he’s going to tell me, Harry freaks out and refuses. I don’t know whether he’s scared for me to see the state he’s in, or he just doesn’t want me to worry. But no matter what the reason, I refuse to leave his side until he’s recovered.
“Here we are.” Louis exhales, leading me toward the front of the tour bus as he unlocks the door. “Just stay behind me and hide in the bathroom until I tell you to, okay?”
I nod, mumbling a quiet “okay” before stepping into the bus. I’m welcomed by Niall, Liam, and Zayn fighting about whether the recent football game was unfair or not. They all seem too involved in their disputes for me to intrude, so I try to sneak by them by attempting to go unnoticed.
“Oh Y/n’s h-“
“Shhh!” I shush, interrupting Niall as I point to the bunk room.
They all nod, giving me thumbs up before continuing their conversations.
I shake my head with a smile before following Louis to the bunk room, tucking myself into the bathroom so that I’m hidden from Harry.
“Harry, you feeling better?” Louis asks, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
My heart almost stops at his appearance. When he attempts to sit up, he fails immediately as his body is too weak to hold up his weight. He’s pale, nearly transparent, and his chest is dripping with sweat. His eyes are blue and veiny, almost black from being sunken in so much. His hands are shaking uncontrollably, spots of dry vomit on them.
“No” Harry answers, letting out a groan. “If anything, I feel worse.”
Louis shakes his head at him.
“Is there anything I could do to help? Like, would Y/n help?” Louis asks, turning towards me as he nods his head.
I slowly walk toward the room, but halt my actions when I hear Harry speak again.
“Oh God, no. She won’t help. If anything she’s going to make it worse by coming here. She’s not going to give me any fucking peace and quiet and she won’t leave me alone. She always does that when I’m sick. That voice makes me even more sick.”
My heart drops as I take the last couple of steps to the room. All I ever do is try to help him, no matter what it costs me, but I never knew he felt that way about it. My eyes rim with tears when he looks up at me. His breathing becomes harsh, but I look away the second I’m able to. I feel intimidated, small, especially when he says harsh words about me.
I wipe a small tear away from my cheek, but shake off my emotions. This isn’t worth my tears, at least not enough for him to see them.
“I’ll be uh—I’ll be with the guys, Louis” I smile softly.
He turns to me, giving me a sympothetic look. He mouths a short “I’m sorry”, but it isn’t his fault. He didn’t know Harry was going to act that way towards me, because he wasn’t supposed to. He was supposed to be happy and relieved. So I just nod, slowly making my way toward the kitchen area.
The boys are still arguing about the game as they microwave themselves a late dinner. I swiftly pour some water into a glass, filling it up half way before I take a seat on the couch. I carefully take the remote from the arm and turn the channel to the Food Network, just to see if there’s any soup recipe I can cook for Harry.
I stare blankly at the screen, not really having any intention on communicating to anybody. What Harry says really matters to me, especially when we’ve talked about a future together. I don’t want to fuck anything up, and I’m starting to wonder if anything else I do bothers him this much.
“You know he’s just not feeling so well, right?” Louis asks me, taking the space next to me.
I shrug, taking a sip of my water.
“I guess” I mumble.
“He’s just been losing sleep and puking and just awful things”.
“I know” I say, taking another sip of my water as I kept my gaze directly at the screen.
“Are you still going to take care of him?” Louis asks, streching his arm out behind my head, supporting it on the couch.
“Of course. I’m going to make him some tea” I murmur, giving him a small smile.
Even though I am mad at him, I can’t stop feeling bad for the fact he’s ill. He can barely sit up without falling down, and it crushes me knowing he was so weak and unwell.
As I make him tea, I take out two advils for his headachs while heating him up some soups. Waiting for it to be complete, I greet the boys a proper hello as they all tackle me in hugs. I laugh, feeling genuinely happy for the first time since my arrival.
“Y/n! We’ve missed you so much, it’s like we’re missing our sixth member!” Liam says enthusiastically
“Awe guys! I’ve missed you!”
They all laugh, giving me an extra squeeze before letting me take care of Harry. I organize the meal nicely on a tray, hoping Harry will talk to me. I don’t want to regret coming here for him, because I’m starting to think I am.
I walk carefully to his bed, hoping that he will apologize once he sees me, or at least accept what I’ve made him.
I quietly slide the door open, looking to the bottom left bunk to check up on Harry. Harry is swallowed in blankets, typing away on the keyboard of his phone. He let out a couple of coughs and sneezes while I try to figure out what to say to him.
I don’t want him to ignore me, that’s the last thing I want. After six months without him with me, I want him to show he missed me as much as I missed him. But deep down, I know it wasn’t going to be like that, no matter how much I want it to.
“I uh—I made you tea and some soup and got you some Advil” I mutter with caution.
Harry, however, stays silent as he keeps scrolling through his twitter feed, acting as if I’m not there. My heart feels like it’s being taken away from me, but I’m not giving up to try and get him to let me in.
“Do you want it?” I speak with shakiness.
The tapping on his screen is the only response I get. My eyes brim with tears again. I look down at the tray, wanting him to understand that I want to make him better. He’s all I cared about, and it breaks me knowing he’s blind from seeing that.
I sniffle, placing the tray on the little stand behind his bunk before I exit the room, sliding the door closed. I place my forehead against the door, breathing in deeply to compose myself.
Once I feel the tears start to go away, I turn around, ready to go to sleep. But Louis grabs my waist. I gasp, my hand touching my heart as I try to regain my breathing.
“You scared me, Louis.” I chuckle.
He looks down at me with so much concern, playing with my hair around his fingers. He frowns, looking down at his feet before looking up at me again.
“Y/n, I’m starting to feel like shit. I think I’m catching what Harry has. Can you take care of me?” he asked.
My eyebrows crease inwards, confusion consuming the remains of my emotions.
“But you were fine ten minutes ago”.
Louis pouts again, placing hair behind my ear. He ducks his head to meet eye level with me, and his face is showing nothing but desperation.
I sigh, nodding my head as I slide open the door again, guiding Louis inside. I take a look at the tray I made Harry, which was left untouched. Of course it’s untouched. What was I suppose to expect?
“I guess you can have this since Harry didn’t eat it” I murmur, grabbing the tray behind Harry’s mattress and placing it on Louis’ lap.
“Thank you” he smiles, before slirping the soup with content.
“This is absolutely delicious, Y/n. Thank you.”
I smile at him, moving back and forth between my toes and heals as I look around the room. I don’t know what to do, because I don’t really believe Louis is sick, and I don’t want to make Harry mad.
“Well, I’ll get going. Call me if y-“
“No” Louis whines, putting the tray behind his mattress.
He slides his body against the wall, leaving just enough room for me to fit next to him.
“Can you sleep with me? I don’t want to be alone in this state.”
In moments like this, Harry would start screaming if I had even touched one of the boys’ beds. But now, he’s just staring blankly at Louis, not moving a muscle. I guess if Harry doesn’t care if I put Louis to sleep, I shouldn’t, either.
“Sure” I sigh.
Once I slide into the bunk, Louis instinctively wraps his arms around my waist. His chin nuzzles into my neck, his cheek laying ontop of mine as he smiles contently. I let out a yawn, the time difference starting to get the best of me. Whenever I took care of Harry, I always played with his hair before he fell asleep. He said it’s the most relaxing thing, especially when he’s sick. So I lift my arm up and started to play with Louis’ hair. Twisting it and pulling it around my fingers gently.
“Hmmm” Louis sighs, his body relaxing around mine.
In a matter of minutes, I hear Louis snore quietly. I sigh, pealing myself off of Louis as I got out of bed. I rub my eyes, letting out a quiet yawn as I check up on Harry. He’s staring emotionless at me, almost like he’s staring right through me. I scoff at him, placing the semi-warm tea on the nightstand behind him again, making sure I’m quiet so I don’t wake Louis up.
“It’s still warm.” I growl before exiting the room.
The rest of the boys give me a hug and kiss goodnight before I make it to the living area of the bus. I make sure the bunk room door is closed and the driver curtain is closed before I start to change into pajamas. I swiftly flick off the light before I cuddle into the couch, wrapping a small comforter half my size around myself.
“This isn’t even” I groan, lifting the comforter off my body.
I growl at the situation. Cold and uncomfortable, I start turning endlessly across the couch, trying hard to find a comfortable position. After putting my arm underneath my head, I start feeling content enough to slowly drift off to sleep. Before my body is fully asleep, right when I’m about to slumber, two strong arms wrap around me, lifting me up from the couch.
I groan, opening my eyes to see a tired, unreadable Harry. I want to punch him in the chest in order for him to let me go, but I’m half asleep, and his body is so warm, I can’t do anything besides cuddle into him more.
He slowly brings me into his bunk with him, sliding the curtains shut before pulling me into his body. He puts the comforters up to our chins, making me warm up within seconds.
“I haven’t gotten sleep” he mumbles, holding me closer into him, as if it’s even possible to hold me closer than he is now, “and I think I know why”.
Too Hot is basically a game where two people kiss without touching each other, and the first person who gives in and does is the one who loses.
She was feeling mischievous. The movie had been playing softly for a while now, and restlessness had overtaken her body. Trying not to fidget as she was situated in Louis’s arms, she looked away from the screen that was displaying a love scene she had seen a billion times.
The digital clock underneath the television read 11:09. Louis yawned softly and looked down at her as she discreetly fiddled with strands of her hair.
“Are you bored, love?” he inquired, reaching over to caress her cheek.
Smiling at the gesture, she leaned into his touch. “A bit, yeah.” she replied.
“Same here. I don’t know why I chose this film tonight, we’ve seen it so many times.” he chuckled, stretching himself slightly to switch off the tv.
She and him sat on the couch, silence washing over the cool air wandering in from the propped open kitchen window.
“Soo.” Louis hummed, propping one foot onto the coffee table. “What do you wanna do, love?”
She sighed, trailing a single finger across the stubble on his face, from his cheek to his jaw, finally coming to rest on his slightly chapped lips.
“I think,” she began, “we should play a little game.” she had that cheeky glint in her eyes that Louis solely witnessed right before she proposed to do something dirty.
His eyes beckoned for her to continue, and she leaned up, turning until she faced him on the couch.
“So, this is how it’ll work. We’ll kiss. The only rule we can’t break; we can’t touch each other. If you do, you’ll lose.” she explained, cocking her head to the side, a silent question of whether or not he understood.
“Alright. It’s on, love.” Louis had a similar spark in his smile and gaze. “If I loose, I’ll…” he trailed off.
“You’ll make me dinner for a week.” she proposed.
“Aw, babe, you know how shit I am at cooking!” he whined. She laughed, poking him in the stomach.
“I guess you’ll have to learn, mister. And if I loose, I’ll-”
“Oh, we know you’re gonna loose, babe. You can’t resist all this, now can you?” he cheeked, winking at her. “When you lose, I’ll tell you what you have to do.
She scoffed. “We’ll see.”
Without further discussion, Louis turned, breathed in and kissed her wary lips. She wavered as they connected. Did he always taste this good? He tasted of Chap Stick and beer, his tongue licking into her mouth again and again.
His fists clenched, resisting the urge to wrap a hand around her waist and cradle her face and deepen the kiss. He wanted for her to straddle his lap and tangle her fingers in his hair.
She whimpered, almost breaking him. He retaliated with an involuntary groan, letting her suck on his tongue until she was pining for more.
They snogged for a good five minutes. Both refused to let up.
Until she did.
Louis bit down gently on her lip, and she was pushed over the edge.
‘oh, screw it,’ she thought to herself. Automatically, she crossed the space between them and sat sideways on his lap, never detaching their lips.
She wound her fingers through his hair, and came up to breathe while peppering kisses down his neck and jaw.
“I win,” he breathed.
“So, lets see. What do I have to do?” she asked, sighing in regret but smiling all the same.
Louis grinned, pecking her nose and cheeks. “You’ll go on tour with me.”
“Oh, my goodness Lou, I can come?” she squealed, bringing a hand up to her gaping mouth. Louis had begged and begged management to allow her to stay with him for at least half of the tour, because she couldn’t take that many days off of your work. There was never a definite answer, until now, of course.
She was ecstatic. And he was too, of course, but he had known about the surprise and was waiting for the perfect time to break it to her. Apparently, playing Too Hot at eleven in the evening was the way to go.
Louis forgetting your birthday 'happy birthday' :)
Your texts were short. One worded responses and seemed just very annoyed. Louis didn’t think much of it. Just assumed it was a bad day. He felt bad because you seemed to be having a lot of bad days lately and he wished he could make it better somehow but anytime he asked what you wanted you said you were fine.
But this almost felt different but he didn’t know why. You left early in the morning for work and Louis saw the kids off to school. He wasn’t doing much today because there was no reason to go in and record so he just hung by the TV and did some laundry.
He liked to help with chores but admittedly he wasn’t super good at them all the time. Most of the time he played and distracted the kids while you cleaned or cooked because he was good at playing and he knew you needed to get stuff done. The two of you were honestly a great team.
After what seemed like the hundredth load of laundry and a after putting the dishes back where they belonged in the cabinets, Louis headed to the bus stop at the end of the road to get the little ones off.
They hurried off holding large pieces of paper and Louis took hold of them as they raced for home so they could get a snack and play. Claire looked like her backpack was going to tip her over though as Tommy raced ahead.
“Hey baby, why don’t you give me your backpack,” he said to the little girl. She turned to him and pouted as she shrugged it off.
“Tommy always wins the races,” she told Louis.
“I know, but don’t let it stop you from trying,” he said seriously.
She sighed and then hurried to try and catch up. Louis looked down at the papers in his hands and he swore under his breath as he entered the house. “I’m telling Mumma you said a bad word!” Tommy pointed at him.
Louis sighed and knew he deserved it but like…he forgot your birthday. He knew you were being short and now he knew why. It wasn’t that you needed the attention. But did like your birthday and Louis sorta knew that. He felt terrible. Especially because he loved showering you with affection.
So Louis set the kids up with snacks and he rummaged through the cabinets looking for cake mix.
Unfortunately he had the literal peanut gallery telling him that’s not how Mumma makes cakes, and that he didn’t mix it very well. But he threw it in the oven and hoped for the best.
When the cake came out it was a little lopsided but he put lots of frosting on it. He heard the car door slam and the beeps from you locking the car. “Go tell Mumma happy birthday, guys,” he said to the little ones and they both ran for the front door while Louis quickly found a candle and a lighter.
“Oh my goodness, thank you,” you said sweetly to the children giving them kisses and hugs. Louis walked to look at you in the foyer of your home and you smiled at him weakly. “Did you remember something?” You asked looking at the lumpy cake in his hands.
“Yes,” he nodded. “I’m sorry, angel,” he whispered.
You smirked. “That cake looks horrible.”
“Well a lump fell off and I ate it and it’s edible so you should just make a wish and stop making fun of me,” he joked as he brought the cake closer to you.
You rolled your eyes and blew out the candle. “Thank you baby, I love it,” you told him.
He grinned shyly. “I love you, darling; happy birthday, old lady.”
“I am not old!” You smacked him.
“You’re old,” he said teasingly and then the kids giggled.
“Mumma’s not old Daddy, she doesn’t even have gray hair like you do!” Tommy said.
“Ugh!” Louis scoffed. “It’s your fault I have it you weirdos!” He told the little ones.
They both giggled and you scooped up Claire. “Don’t be mean to Daddy and lets go eat some lumpy cake.”
“I did my best!”
You grinned at him. “I know I love it,” you promised.
He winked at you in response and was grateful that they were celebrating your birthday because he couldn’t fathom a life without you.
Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik Additional Tags: Brief OT5 moment, Devious Louis, Harry does some sort of minor DIY/odd jobs, Seduction, humping, a bit of biting, Blow Jobs, Rimming - well not really, Brief comeplay
“This bloody house is falling apart,” Harry murmured, tightening the hinges of the kitchen door. “I tightened this door, like, a week ago.” “Awful,” Louis said, watching Harry from behind and smirking. “I noticed you’re still allergic to clothing.” Louis scoffed, walking over and leaning on the doorframe, popping his hip out and smiling wickedly at Harry. “I can put some clothes on if it’s bothering you.” Harry tightened his grip on his screwdriver as he looked Louis up and down. “You’re alright. No need to on my account.”
When Niall’s mate Harry comes round to do a few odd jobs, Louis takes a shine to him and resorts to dishonest tactics to get him back round again.
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Preference #17 - The Baby Falls Asleep On Him (Louis)
The fundraising event that One Direction was attending was massive, people everywhere, talking and drinking. Louis was standing with the other boys, his tired, cranky one year old daughter cradled in his arms. It was no secret that when Bella got tired she only wanted her Daddy, she’d scream and cry if anyone else was holding her, her little chubby fingers constantly reaching out for Louis.
As a result he was now holding her while she sniffled into the crook of his neck, her fingers in her mouth as her eyes got heavier with sleep. It was past her bedtime and you’d offered to take her home and get her into bed while Louis stayed a little longer but as soon as he’d passed her over it was mayhem. Louis took her back with a chuckle, kissing your lips and telling you he’d only stay a little longer and than you could all go home together. As Harry continued telling the story he was in the middle of Louis looked down at his little girl, rubbing her back softly while pressing a kiss to her rosy cheek. Apart from you Bella was the most important thing in his life, he loved the little girl with everything in his heart.
Bella blinked her eyes slowly, a yawn falling from her lips as she gripped the fabric of Louis’ jacket, the movement of his hand rubbing along her back putting her right to sleep. “Think maybe it’s time for little Miss to get home huh?” Liam commented, smiling adoringly down at his little niece. “Yeah, probably a good idea,” Louis chuckled. “Otherwise she’ll wake up and scream the whole place down.” “She does have quite a set of pipes on her,” Harry laughed. “I’ll catch you lads tomorrow.” Louis finished up saying goodbye, his eyes scanning the room for where you were while he rocked the little girl softly, hoping that she was going to stay asleep.
When he caught up to you he slipped his free arm around your waist, tugging you into his side. “Let’s get home Boo,” He whispered gently.