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Childhood friends - Dunkirk Harry

Part One

Unknown number:
Little Lulu Lamb, is that you?

Who the hell is this?

Unknown number:
Your mum passed me your number.

Although the reply hadn’t exactly answered my question, I thought I might have known who it was, just because of the name. Little Lulu Lamb. It was something I hadn’t heard for years.
I scowled down to my phone, because although I’d taken a guess, I manged to talk myself out of it very quickly, since it had been years since we last spoke. He’d gone off and auditioned for The X Factor, and then the boy I’d grown up with just wasn’t around anymore. I hadn’t even seen him since, and I wasn’t sure it was because we’d just missed running into each other, or because we’d never really tried to see each other.
All I could think was that it couldn’t possibly be him.
Why would he bother getting in touch now?

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Five Minute Writing Challenge

I was tagged int the 5 Minute Writing Challenge by the lovely @changedmystars. I know I’m about 5 minutes late to the game but life, ya know? Also not too many people know I (attempt) to write fic. It’s something I do for me. This took me longer than 5 minutes (it’s about 1k), I didn’t want to stop, and maybe I’ll like flesh this out one day (or just add it to my ever growing list of fic ideas that I’ll never write). 

Thalia gave me the idea of like a Co-Stars AU so here is my stab at it…

He feels like he’s walking onto the set of Magic Mike. except there is only one stripper, well two including him, but he tries to ignore the fact that in about 20 minutes he is going to be basically naked and in a bed with LIAM PAYNE. Never mind the fact that there is about 15-20 crew members floating about. Luckily most will clear out when Harry is finished going over the scene boards. He’s been texting Zayn all week over the start of the film, and Z can tell he’s literally shitting bricks.

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Liam can see the way Harry and Louis are sitting, Harry with a blanket draped over himself trying to pay attention to the airline movie, as Louis’ hand rests heavy on the inside of his knee, dragging up and down in long strokes. 

He watches as Harry squirms, hears the quiet, “Louis, come on, I want to watch the movie.”

Louis leans in, and whatever he does makes Harry shiver all over. “Do you, love?” Harry’s eyes dart over to meet Louis’, and the older boys clucks his tongue, “None of that Haz, keep your eyes on the film.” His hand is now resting on much higher under the blanket, although judging by the way Harry is shifting, Liam can bet it’s not on his crotch.

Harry bites his lip. “Louis,” he whines, but he makes no move to stop him, just thumps his head back against his head rest. Louis sits back to, keeping his hand where it is. As the film continues Louis starts to shift his hand again, becoming bolder and bolder under the cover of the blanket. When he palms Harry’s dick Harry can’t control the way he jerks, arching up into the contact.

Liam’s eyes snap to them from across the aisle, startled by the sudden movement. He heaves an exasperated sigh, he’s not sure why, after two years, they still insist on being so constantly randy. “Oi, knock that off Louis! Do you want us to get kicked off the plane?” He asks, incredulous.

Louis plays innocent, “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about Liam,” he says, moving his body to shield Harry from view. “I’m just cuddling with my boyfriend.”

Liam rubs a hand over his face, and when he looks up he can see the stewardess making her way down the aisle. “Louis,” he hisses. Louis ignores him, still turned to face Harry, now whispering in his ear. “Louis,” he says louder. “The stewardess is coming.”

Harry’s head snaps up, craning his neck to see if Liam is right. At the sight of the stewardess, now only three rows ahead, he blanches, then staggers to his feet. Liam can clearly see the bulge in his pants, although he quickly pulls down his sweater to cover it.

Louis looks startled, but he regains his composure quickly. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Bathroom,” Harry says, shortly. Then he leans in, “And I better see you there in five minutes.” He stands up straight. “If you want us to join the Mile High Club we’re at least doing it proper.”

Liam chokes a little on his spit at the expression on the face of the old man sat behind them. Harry, to his benefit, just ignores him, making his way quickly to the back of the plane.

When the stewardess passes by Louis buys a bottle of water, sets it on Harry’s seat (and Liam knows, from one too many drunken talks, that Harry is always thirsty after sex), then squeezes by her. “Sorry, off for a wee,” he says, and Liam rolls his eyes.

The two of them are the worst kind of horny, he swears.