NOTES: Hello! Sorry for the slight delay, & I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also, I recently found an illustration that I adore, which seems to perfectly illustrate my story. Just thought I’d share it, hehe.
I woke up early the next morning feeling extraordinarily well in regards to my health. However, I had not gotten much sleep throughout the night. I opened the curtains widely, and the initial hints of the rising sun cascaded into my room - illuminating the space with a rosy pink and orange light.
Based on “Imagine spending hours in the library with Thorin, reading in a comfortable silence and sharing your love for books. The next morning, the company find you asleep in each others arms” from Imaginexhobbit
Hat tip to Disney’s Beauty and the Beast for inspiration.
“Close your eyes.”
Thorin abruptly stopped at a branch in the corridor, turning to you with this unexpected command.
“Why?” Your brow wrinkled in curiosity.
There was an air of mischief about his smile as he leaned close and murmured, “trust me.”
All day, Thorin had been alluding to a surprise, something he wanted to show you, and as soon as you had finished supper, he’d taken you by the hand and led you through the long halls and vast chambers of Erebor. Your questions and guesses had been met only with mysterious grins and playful lectures on the virtue of patience, until at last you’d laughed and allowed yourself to be carried along by his whim.
With a wondering smile, you obediently closed your eyes and felt his arm go around your waist as he began to guide you down the hallway. After a few moments of only the sound of your footsteps on stone, his hold tightened slightly, bringing you to a halt. He released you, and you heard the faint creak of a door’s hinges before he was at your side once again, this time moving you just a few paces further. There was the cushion of a thick rug beneath your shoes now, and the distinct sound of a crackling fire somewhere nearby.
“Are you ready?” His voice was a deep, soft rumble, close to your ear.
“Yes,” you answered eagerly.
“Are you sure?” He was playing at being grave, but you could hear the amusement in his tone.
“Thorin!” you scolded, laughing, and he chuckled, his beard softly brushing your skin as he grazed your cheek with a kiss.
I have only been in this fandom and a full on Larrie (honestly I still can’t quite figure out how I even got here) for a few months and everything that has happened is so bizarre I can’t even wrap my mind around it. And while I don’t quite understand the who/whats/whys, the thing that keeps pulling me in is the way those two sweet boys look at each other (and the tattoos) (and the bears) (and they are so pretty). I am a fairly logical person and a highly sensitive virgo and I feel like I can figure out what is real(ish)/fake/fan freakout almost immediately.
That being said this whole hacking situation is awful. I am proud of my following instincts, as I have not seen one picture from the hack on my dash. I will admit that at first I was curious and searched around to see what everyone was talking about. The pictures where mostly cute and I liked seeing Harry in a sailor hat, but just looking at them made me itchy and I felt quite gross (even though I do believe we were meant to see them).
As cringey as it made me feel to seek out those pictures I must admit I have gone back to a few of them more than once today, because you guys…
Harry Styles palm printed curtains and roman shade are so beautiful. Paired with the marble counter top and white cabinets and carrara tile floors like it’s some kind of dream. Then there is the dip dyed neon green persian rug nestled under that tufted navy velvet sofa. It is so vibey and so what I imagined his and Louis’ decorating style would be like.
I have no followers and I going to attempt to tag a few people that I (hopefully) think will appreciate that even though it feels wrong seeing inside his home this way, it also feels so right to know that Harry and Louis lounge around in that pretty house.
This is so not something I ever thought I would be doing at 28 years old, but c’est la vie.