Louis woke up on the morning he was meant to volunteer at the Feed the Homeless program at St. Mary’s church hoping for an opportunity to give back a little to a city that has given him everything he could ever want. Little did he know, there was one more great thing waiting there for him; a boy with radiant green eyes in a weathered jacket and a beat-up backpack slung over his shoulders.
With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.
Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.
As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?
Pool water dyed blue, a deep hatred for R.E.M., shorts catching on fire, a karaoke night that somehow changes everything, an angering lack of proper communication—oh, and what’s camp without a bit of rivalry?
(AU in which Louis is a summer camp counselor along with a few other less-than-qualified people just trying to make it through the next four weeks in one piece. The curly-headed bloke from the camp sharing the campsite with them surely won’t let that happen)
Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry’s running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis’ confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. (There are no skinny jeans in this fic)
Hey peoples! Wickedly Healthy here, coming at you for an update on my weight loss journey. Hope you’re all having a great Sunday! Hope all is good in your world and that you’re taking it easy. My Sunday is going to be very lazy aside from going to the gym later on today. It’s most likely going to be a repeat of my yesterday. I’ll be sitting on my butt playing video games for most of the night. (Yes, I’m that kind of girl. Lazy as f-)
I lost two pounds from last weigh in so now I am at244! My original goal was to be at 242 around this time, but since it’s only a two pound difference I’m not letting it bother me. I know there were days where I could have worked harder and I could have eaten better, but I also gotta live life, plus I was sick for a good week. (excuses, excuses)
I took my measurements today…. Here are my measurements from the beginning till now.
From starting Date, Jan 15th., Feb 18th., to Today March 19th.
Measurements in inches
L Thigh- 29″
R Thigh- 28″
R Arm- 14 1/2″
L Arm- 16″
Waist- 42.5″ (-4 1/2″)
L Thigh- 28″ (-1″)
R Thigh- 28″ (-0″)
Bust- 45″ (-3″)
Hips- 47″ (-2″)
Butt- 47.5″ (-1 1/2″)
R Arm- 14.25″ (-1/4″)
L Arm- 14.75″ (-1 1/4″)
Waist- 41.5″ (-1″)
L Thigh- 27.5″ (-1/2″)
R Thigh- 27.5″ (-1/2″)
Bust- 45″ (-0″)
Hips- 46″ (-1″)
Butt- 47″ (-1/2″)
R Arm- 14″ (-1/4″)
L Arm- 14.25″ (-1/4″) = -3 3/4″
Total Inches Lost!
= 17 ¼ inches!!
I am absolutely thrilled to have see these numbers today, I mean 17.25 inches!!?? Lost. That boggles my brain. I know I will be losing a lot more, but I look forward to being astonished each and every time I add it all up. Inches matter.
It was just supposed to be an afternoon full of swimming and celebrating the end of the school year. Nobody meant for it to get of hand. Charlotte never meant for Eli to end up the way he did. But of course, stories like this never work out the intended way, do they? At least, for the characters involved.
This is one of the twenty little cuties we had born tonight. The little tyke is only two pounds, about a third the size of the average kids that we breed. He was premature and incredibly tiny, but he’s chugging along just fine!