nowhere yet omg i finished writing the first chapter last night (it’s 15 pages.. rip) so tonight i’m going to proofread and edit it a little and then hopefully it’ll be up on ao3. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO TITLE IT RIPx2
//gentle sobbing// the song is beautiful and nostalgic ohmygosh TTOTT <333 //on a side note, you guys should check out @weddingvowszine <3 lots and lots of viktuuri weddings it’s going to be wonderful <333
Your relationship with chase is better than 99% of other relationships I've witnessed and I aspire to one day have a relationship as good as yours 🐶♥️🐐
make friends with ppl who genuinely make life better and make u a better person, and among those people ur gonna find someone where neither of u can get enough of each other, ur like the same person. like someone u can trust to help u if u fuck up, but at the same time u feel driven to improve urself for them cuz u wanna b everythin they make u feel like u are
He can’t help the smile that spreads over his face when he sees who’s causing the traffic jam outside. He watches from his classroom for a moment, before biting down on his grin and stepping into the hallway, where a group of students are talking to another teacher.
“Mr. Tomlinson, causing trouble, are we?” he says smoothly, trying not to laugh.
“Just saying bonjour to some of your best students, Mr. Styles,” Louis says, face entirely innocent. “Making sure that they haven’t lost all of their French over the summer.”
“Mr. T says that his class is better than yours,” says Ava, grinning between them.
“He says that French is fine but English literature is really more important,” adds Martin.
Harry makes a noise of outrage. “How dare he. That is completely untrue.”
“It’s entirely true, Mr. Styles,” Louis says, and then he high fives both Ava and Martin.
“Well, technically Mr. Styles teaches English too,” pipes up Elizabeth, and Harry wants to hug her. He knew he liked her for a reason.
Louis snorts. “I hardly think teaching two sections of AP Writing counts. AP Literature is a much better class.”
“And that’s why I’m glad you’re all taking both,” Harry says, eager to cut the conversation short. The students are looking far too entertained right now. “It’s important to have a well-rounded education.
Louis laughs. “Alright. I guess we can call a truce. It’s only the first day, after all.”
“It is. Which is why the three of you,” Harry points to the students. “Should get going. Enjoy the last few days of freedom before homework takes over your life.”
“Alright. Bye, Mr. Styles. Bye, Mr T!” They scurry off, and Harry closes his eyes for a moment. The headache is back.
He turns to walk back into his classroom and Louis follows, shutting the door behind him. Harry takes a seat at his desk. Finally, a moment of quiet.
Louis lifts the whiteboard eraser and looks at Harry for permission. Harry nods, and then Louis starts erasing the verb conjugations from the board.
“You know, I almost feel bad teasing them like that,” Louis says after a minute. “It only gives them more material.”
“You mean for their fantasies that the two of us belong together and will one day fall madly in love?”
“Yeah.” Louis nods. He stands on tiptoes and tries to reach the date in the corner with the eraser. It takes a minute, but he gets there. Harry decides not to tease him about it.
“They’re pretty obsessed with the idea.”
Since Harry started at Pacific Grove Academy last year, the students have been obsessed with the idea that he and Louis should start dating. They’re convinced that, if pushed, the two of them could fall madly in love. Harry has heard discussion of this in the hallways, in the teacher’s room, and at after school events. He’d even heard it mentioned this morning. It seems that the students still aren’t giving up.
“They are,” Louis says, setting the eraser down and making his way over to Harry’s desk. He takes a seat on the edge and crosses his arms. He’s got his sleeves rolled past his elbows, just the way Harry likes, and it’s easy to see why so many students are so intrigued by Mr. Tomlinson.
“Someone should tell them I’ve already fallen madly in love with you,” Harry says.
“Truly, madly, deeply,” Harry quips, reaching out to grab Louis’ hand. He traces the tiny tattoo that’s on the side of Louis’ ring finger, the heart matching the one Harry has on his own finger. “Always and forever.”
“Yeah, alright. Enough with the sap,” Louis says, but he’s smiling.
“I have though. You know that?”
“Yeah, I kinda figured that when you married me,” Louis says.