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With all this talk about names that were banded about during the "pregnancy". I've always wondered why people think Freddie Reign wouldn't be a name any Brit would pick, like it's Louis taking the piss. Both names are regularly used here, Freddie more so as a first name, especially in the last 10 years. What was considered old fashioned is super popular now. As a Brit I don't understand the fandom's thinking, it's seems also as if everyone thinks Louis made the names up for spite, that it's unthinkable to name a child here that. It's my biggest bugbear with the fandom. As more popular blogs say "do your research".

Brit anon, I can't really tell for your tone if you know the reasons behind Freddie Reign being such a massive joke and is just trying to pin it on "it's a usual name" and "just a coincidence" or if you actually have no idea about the context. But I will explain it anyway because there's no such thing as a coincidence with this name, love. And I don't know what blogs you've been reading but no one is saying Freddie Reign wouldn't be a name any Brit would pick. This could be the most popular name in Britain but we're talking about context and what these two names represent together for Louis Tomlinson.

As you may know, throughout 2015 we were presented with the rainbow bears. But RBB wasn't the first name given to the bear, it was previously known for Freddie Mustache among other variations of the name, for the resemblance with Freddie Mercury.

As months went by, they gave us dozens of queer icons and references, and the Freddie Mercury/Queen references were always there, over and over. Probably the most important reference actually, considering RBB never let go of the combo mustache+glasses. That's Freddie Mercury's very recognizable brandTM

But they really kept the references coming, from the Hollywood walk of fame, profile pictures, dumb puns (*cough* harry) to even movies from RBB's collection

(Meanwhile SBB was out there shading his fake baby)

Still in 2015, FIMQ was a well known larrie, very very popular for making Larry videos on youtube. FIMQ = Freddie is my queen, a play of words because of the fact that Freddie was from the band Queen.

This is BEFORE Freddie Reign was born. The bears spent the entire year of 2015 and early 2016 talking about Freddie Mercury. To only a few weeks after this picture

FREDDIE REIGN was born.

FIMQ = Freddie is my Queen

Freddie Mercury, from the band Queen

Freddie Reign, are you kidding me????

Plus, look at the picture! It's literally right there under everyone's noses:

Freddie Mercury: The Definitive Biography Myths, Lies, and Downright Stupid Hotel Babylon Mercury and Me

Under it we have "QU", probably something else Queen related and again a crown.

Before Freddie Reign was even born.

They're spelling Freddie, Queen, baby and lies all in the same sentence here. It couldn't possibly exist a most fitting name for this fake parenthood after everything RBB and SBB gave us.

Oh, and just for the record, later on, FIMQ was the same youtube channel Harry and Louis shared revenue with. They went there and literally split money with her youtube channel.

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reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

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Hi Sabine if you could please spread this, this account lists all the memorials planned for Liam across the world and regularly updates them, for those who wish and are able to attend https://x.com/HS_News_/status/1847077799942934740

Sending lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

LIAM PAYNE MEMORIAL (for now)

Europe:

🇬🇧 London | October 20 - 2pm | Hyde Park

🇬🇧Liverpool | October 19 - 2pm | Docks on keel wharf bridge

🇬🇧 Glasgow | October 20 - 2pm | Sir Walter Scott Statue in George Square

🇬🇧 Manchester | October 20 - 6pm | Cathedral Gardens

🇬🇧 Birmingham | October 20 - 4pm | Chamberlain Square

🇧🇪 Brussels | October 19/20 - 2pm | Parc de Bruxelles

🇫🇷 Paris | October 20 - 2pm | Jardins des Tuileries

🇩🇪 Munich | October 20 - 3pm | Olympiahalle

🇪🇸 Madrid | October 20 - 3pm | Plaza de Santa Ana

🇸🇪 Stockholm | October 19 - 6pm | Svartensgatan 8

🇵🇹 Lisbon | October 27 - 6pm | Meo Arena, Oriente

🇮🇹 Milan | October 20 - 3pm | Piazza Duomo

🇺🇸 US:

Newark - Delaware | October 19 - 4pm | Glasgow Park

NYC | October 19 - picnic* at 11am and another event at 6pm | Washington Square Park

*Picnic RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/2WoJi0Onf8jWijlyFU8E

Chicago | October 19 - 2pm | Gather at Grandmother’s Garden outside of Lincoln Park Zoo

Los Angeles | October 19 - 4:30pm | La Cienaga** Park in Beverly Hills

**RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/P5qPcaZkgLizNYhzP0mm

South-America:

🇧🇷 São Paulo | October 27 - 2pm | Parque Ibirapuera

Oceania:

🇳🇿 Auckland | October 20 - 2pm | Freyberg Square

🇦🇺 Sydney | October 20 - 11am | Hyde Park (Memorial fountain)

Asia:

🇮🇳 Mumbai | October 20 - 5pm | Marine Lines, Opposite Pizza by the Bay

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The day passed. I worked, life went on but I really just cried.

For a man I don't know and who doesn't know me.

But for a man who was once a boy full of light and hope.

For a boy who was a member of a wonderful band.

For a boy who made songs that are the soundtrack of my life. Even if I'm a little too old for a lambda 1d fan.

Because I only realize now, several hours later. And surely because I understand once again that artists whose songs we love are in fact a part of us.

A little of us goes with him.

I hope he finds peace no matter where he is now…

He’s a part of a story nobody can explain. Story of our lives.

Video credits here

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My first fanfiction (larry)

Yours & Mine

Louis and Harry meet eachother during summer holidays in France and fall in love. But when its time to be apart things don't happen how they wanted.

Or the one where you lost time but can find your soulmate again

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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So I have read several people complaining that they can't be expected to know the "unwritten rules" of fandom. So here's what I wish people knew:

Fanfiction is fiction.

Fictional people are not real.

Fictional people do not have rights.

Fictional people cannot be abused.

Reading or writing about something does not mean the desire to do or support it in the real world.

If I find art upsetting/triggering/disgusting/outraging/unpleasant/squicky/distressing/offensive, it is on me not to read it, not the creators and hosts to remove it.

Curate your own experience. The back buttons exist for a reason.

If you don't trust yourself to do that, get someone you trust to do it for you.

Fandom is an adult space. Adults create and own and host fandom spaces. If minors want to participate, then the onus is on them and their parents/guardians/trusted adults to ensure they participate appropriately, not on strange adults to stop being adults.

You often don't know the assault status or mental health status or neurotype or race or nationality or religion or gender or sexuality or age of a creator or consumer, and they do not have to disclose to you to justify their fantasy.

AO3 is not a safe space. It is not intended to be a safe space. Proceed accordingly.

Just because you don't like something or find it offensive doesn't mean it is a "problem" that "has to be dealt with".

Most characters in anime are not white.

There is no onus on you to reblog or share anything.

Everyone makes mistakes in fandom and is less than their best self sometimes.

Persistent pseudonyms encourage long term relationships.

Ship wars are stupid.

Someone else enjoying things does not impact on your own enjoyment of other things.

Tagging and warning is a courtesy, not a requirement. Assume any fic might contain untagged content.

Rating is an imprecise art, not a science.

Don't hassle IP creators.

Most people who are in fandom are hoping to make connections based on a shared passion.

Trying to profit from transformative fanworks puts us all at risk.

No one is obligated to share your head canon or fanon.

Being kind rarely fails to pay off.

It is okay to block and remove people who make your experience unpleasant. You don't have to placate them. (Learn from my mistakes).

Britpicking is a good thing.

You don't have to justify why you like a canon/pairing/trope/kink. Sometimes navel gazing is fun, but you don't have an obligation to explain yourself, especially to strangers. I share the overwhelming desire to refute an unfair accusation, but the people accusing you are rarely doing so in good faith, so you're batting a losing wicket.

I'm not your Mum. (Well, okay, a very few of you can call me Mum or Mom, but if you are one of them you already know who you are ❤️)

If you aren't mature enough to take responsibility for your online experiences, you aren't mature enough to be in fandom spaces.

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HARRY TAKING CARE OF SNIFFLEY LOUIS FOR AMNESIA TIMESTAMP HEHEHEHEHE

Not sure this is what you’ve wanted, but… I was in the mood for something emotional, so this happened ! Not betaed, so you can keep all the mistakes and typos you find :D 

—–

Louis opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. His heart was rabbiting in his chest, and he was panting. The images of Harry, head hung low, blood dripping from his chin, skin cold — they slowly vanished in front of his eyes. 

Groaning, Louis sat up, his hands sweaty and shaking. He looked at Harry who lay next to him, still sound asleep. Carefully, he tucked a curl behind Harry’s ear, letting his fingers linger. Harry’s skin was warm, dry, his hair soft. 

Louis slipped out from under the duvet and quietly left the bedroom. He closed the door, leaving Harry to his peaceful sleep. 

In the kitchen, Louis filled a glass with water, gulping it down in one go. His hands were still shaking, his arms covered in goosebumps.

He had expected the dreams to come back. After all, the anniversary of their accident was coming up. With it being the same day as Liam’s birthday, it was easy to pretend it had never happened. They just focused on going to Liam’s party, spending the day with all their friends. No one had to think about that God-awful day seven years ago. 

He stared out of the window, blinking away the tears, swallowing them back down. It wasn’t always easy to forget for Louis. The dreams had become so much less since he’d got Harry back in his life, but they still came back in times of stress. 

Louis had known they’d come, the way he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the accident in the past few days. That he had known, however, didn’t make it any easier to deal with the dreams, though. 

Dreams, flashbacks, memories. Louis wasn’t even sure anymore what they were. It was all mixed together when he slept, overwhelming him with a feeling of being powerless, of anxiety, and fear. 

He jumped a little when suddenly, arms wound around his waist, pulling him against a warm body. His shoulders relaxed, the tension in his back dissolving. 

“Hey,” Harry murmured, kissing Louis’ shoulder. “You’re shaking.”

Louis lifted one hand to touch Harry’s face. “Did I wake you up?” 

Harry ignored Louis’ question, resting his chin on Louis’ shoulder instead. “Your skin is cold, baby.” 

“Is it?” Louis blinked his eyes rapidly to get rid of every proof for his little breakdown. 

“Lou.” Harry gently turned him around, expression becoming soft when he looked at Louis’ face. “Don’t act like I wouldn’t know.” 

Louis couldn’t bear it, so he let his gaze linger on Harry’s bare chest. “I’m good.” 

“You’ve had nightmares again.” Harry ran a hand up Louis’ back to his nape. “Don’t shut me out.” 

Giving up, Louis let his head fall forward, burying his face against Harry’s neck. 

“I’ve been thinking about it, too.” Harry pressed his lips against Louis’ temple, voice quiet. “I know it’s been haunting you.” 

“I keep seeing it over and over again.” Louis let Harry sway him and closed his eyes. “I keep losing you.” 

Harry swallowed thickly, his hand stopping its movement in Louis’ hair. He drew back and took Louis’ hands, pulling him over to one of the chairs standing at their kitchen table. Louis ended up in Harry’s lap, and Harry put a finger under Louis’ chin to make him look at Harry. 

“I’m right here, Louis.” Harry drew him in, gently kissing Louis’ lips. 

Louis sighed, relaxing into the kiss. He wound his arms around Harry’s neck, taking everything in. The way Harry tasted at three in the morning, the warmth of his hands on Louis’ waist, his heart beating steadily against Louis’ chest. 

“What can I do?” Harry asked quietly when they broke the kiss. “I hate seeing you like this.” 

Louis leaned his forehead against Harry’s, looking into his eyes. “This is just fine.” 

“You gotta talk to me, Lou.” It felt like a secret whispered in the dimly lit kitchen. “This can’t go on.” 

Of course it couldn’t. Louis knew that even if Harry didn’t remember the day, he was aware of it, too. He had his own demons to fight. 

“I don’t just wanna be there after you’ve gone through hell.” Harry still kept his voice quiet, as if he didn’t want to scare Louis away. “I wanna stop those nightmares from haunting you.” 

“You can’t.” Louis closed his eyes, framing Harry’s face with his hands. “You’re doing enough by being here, Harry. They got so much less since I’ve got you back.” 

Harry pulled Louis even closer. “If it’s enough, why won’t they stop?” 

Louis wanted to tell him that the memories couldn’t be so easily erased. It felt like a bitterly ironic thing to say, given their situation. “I told you, they’ll never completely stop.” 

“You also told me you’d let me in.” 

Biting his lip, Louis opened his eyes again. 

“I’ve known you were struggling with it over the past few days. And then you just sneak out on me when you have a nightmare, when I’d be right there next to you to comfort you.” Harry’s brows knitted together, his lips pursed in a pout. “That’s not the deal we had.” 

“I know.” Louis forced himself to hold Harry’s gaze. “What am I supposed to say, Harry?” 

“The truth,” Harry requested. 

That stood between them for a moment, weighing heavily over their heads. 

“When I close my eyes,” Louis whispered, voice feeling raw in his throat, “I’m back in that moment. That fear takes over, making me feel paralised and powerless. Touching you, but being unable to do anything.” 

Harry exhaled on a shuddery breath. “You won’t ever have to feel like that again.” 

“I know.” Louis smiled slightly. “But I did then, and I can’t overcome that so easily. Not when it’s about you.” 

“Lou.” Harry kissed him again, his hands gripping Louis’ waist tighter. “I love you.” 

“I know,” Louis replied, thumbs caressing Harry’s cheeks. “That actually helps a lot.” 

Harry chuckled quietly. “Seriously. Talk to me when you get scared.” 

“I will.” Louis let go of Harry’s face to put his head on Harry’s shoulder. “I’m still getting used to the fact that I don’t have to deal with this alone.” 

“Okay.” Harry pressed his lips against Louis’ forehead. “And wake me up when you have a bad dream. Let me be there for you.” 

Louis nuzzled into Harry’s hold. “It’s not always easy to let you see me like this,” he admitted. 

Harry hummed quietly. “I know. There’s no one else you can trust showing that part of you to, though. I can take it, Louis. I can handle it.” 

A light from outside illuminated the kitchen for a moment. Water dripped from the tap, cutting through the silent room. Louis closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed – but not like he had before. He was overwhelmed by something much warmer, gentler, kinder. 

“I’ll find you,” Harry reminded him, the words whispered into Louis’ hair. “Even in those nightmares.” 

Inhaling deeply, Louis let go, knowing that Harry was right. 

Even if the nightmares were coming back, Harry was going to be there, too, pulling Louis into his reality. He was going to hold Louis and let him be weak in the safety of their home. Harry was going to be there when Louis got haunted by the past he couldn’t shake. 

“I’ll find you,” Harry repeated, feathery touches running over Louis’ body as morning stirred outside. 

Louis sighed quietly, deciding that they could stay like that for just a little longer. 

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Omg I’m dumb. I asked about the scene of Harry pouring a drink on someone in the amnesia fic but I forgot to mention aidens name ! Haha louis mentions it I think near the end how in the beginning when he and Harry were dating Aiden was rude or something so Harry dumped his drink on him

ooooh, that one!! I may have gone a bit overboard with that one! 

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Harry frowned at the bloke chatting up Louis. 

They hadn’t been together for a long time, only a couple months, but Harry could tell when Louis wasn’t comfortable. He was bubbly and loud, always having some kind of joke ready to make everyone around him laugh. Harry was completely enchanted by Louis’ charme and his bright personality.

That’s why he knew that Louis wasn’t comfortable around the guy talking to him right now. Harry slowly spun his pint glass between his palms, watching from where he was seated at the bar while Louis plastered a fake smile onto his face. He had no idea why he was sitting here by himself, perfectly capable of making Louis smile genuinely, drawing the most beautiful laughs from him, and Louis was over there at one of the tables, pretending to smile. 

It should be a crime, really. 

After another five or ten minutes, Louis finally came back, the glass in his hands empty. 

“Sorry,” he said when he leaned against the bar counter and set the glass down, gesturing for the bartender to order another one. “That was– um.” 

Harry tilted his head, glancing over to the table where the bloke sat with his friends. He had one arm slung over the back of his chair, his expression cocky. Harry didn’t think he looked particularly good, or friendly for that matter. 

“A friend?” Harry asked, turning back to Louis. “Why didn’t you introduce me.” 

“He’s not a friend, no.” Louis handed the bartender five quid when he placed another pint in front of Louis. He didn’t look at Harry when he put away his loose change. “An ex.” 

He’d said it so quietly Harry almost didn’t catch it. His gaze wandered back to the bloke, and he wasn’t able to suppress the images of Louis next to him, with him, touching him. It was irritating. 

“I just thought it’d be stupid to act like I don’t know him.” Louis drank from his pint. “I don’t want to introduce you, though.” 

Harry looked at Louis. “Bad break-up?” 

Louis shook his head. “Not really. Just. Not my best judge of character. I don’t want you to think I’m anything like him. Or… I don’t know. He’s just not the nicest person.” 

“Wow, you’re ashamed of your ex,” Harry realised. He reached out to touch Louis’ hand. “I hope you’ll never be ashamed of me when we’re exes.” 

Louis wiggled his fingers until he could lace them with Harry’s. He bit his lip and then finally looked at Harry. “I hope we’ll never be exes.” 

Harry’s stomach flipped and his heart skipped a beat. He felt his cheeks flush with heat. 

Just as he was about to lean in, Louis’ ex came over, startling them apart, as he threw an arm around Louis’ shoulders. 

“Lou, babe,” he said, but his eyes fell onto Harry. “We’re moving on to the next pub. You and your friend wanna come?” 

Calling Louis nicknames was something Harry hadn’t advanced to yet. It made his inside burn with jealousy. 

Harry watched with a frown as Louis tried to squirm away. “No, thanks, Aiden.” 

Aiden. Harry raised a brow at him, arms crossed in front of his chest. This bloke had just ruined the sweetest moment of their relationship so far. “Mate, I think he doesn’t like you touching him like that.” 

Aiden clicked his tongue, staring at Harry coldly while he pulled Louis closer again. “I can assure you that Louis here loves when I touch him. Made him scream. Beg for it,” he added with a wink.

Harry’s stomach turned again, but this time the feeling wasn’t positive. 

“Aiden, stop it.” Louis pushed him off, stepping closer to Harry. “Just leave.” 

“We could leave your unfunny friend here behind and just…” Aiden pointed to the toilet doors, wiggling his brows at Louis. “Have some fun, you know.” 

Harry snorted out a laugh. He pulled Louis in, between his legs and against his chest. Louis tensed for a second, but then he relaxed and rested one hand on Harry’s thigh. 

“Mate, you probably didn’t get the message.” Harry left one arm slung around Louis’ waist, his other arm resting on the counter, hand around his glass. “He broke up with you. I don’t think it was as good as you think it was.” 

“Well, you would know that he’s not all that good.” Aiden laughed, gesturing at them. “Wouldn’t you?” 

Louis was quiet, but his fingers curled into a fist over Harry’s knee. Harry inhaled, trying to keep his calm, but he couldn’t. Not when this dickhead was not only insulting Louis, but making assumptions about their relationship – which was completely out of line. 

“You know what?” Harry lifted his pint, gulping down half of it. “Apparently you don’t understand it the kind and civilised way. So let me make it clear. Fuck off.” 

Without a warning, he poured the rest of his pint down Aiden’s front. 

Louis gasped and Aiden squealed, jumping back. 

“What the fuck?” Aiden stared down his front, dripping all over the floor. “Are you nuts?” 

“Just stay away from my boyfriend.” Harry tightened his grip around Louis, enjoying seeing Aiden’s friends laughing their heads off. 

They came over and pulled Aiden with them, making jokes about him as they left the pub with him. 

Louis turned in Harry’s arms, leaning his hip against one of Harry’s legs. His eyes were wide and he tilted his head, his brows arched. “Okay.” 

Harry bit his lip, realising what he had just done and how Louis could take it. “I just— He pissed me off so much.” 

“You’re jealous.” Louis’ face didn’t show whether he liked it or hated it. He just stated it like a fact. “You have some jealousy issues.” 

“Not usually.” Harry kept his hand on Louis’ waist. “Please don’t talk about how I was a possessive, jealous freak when I’m your ex.” 

Louis laughed at that, eyes gleaming as he lifted his hand to touch Harry’s face. He looked fond when he shook his head. “We’ll never be exes.” 

Harry exhaled, pulling Louis closer with his arms around Louis’ waist. Louis framed Harry’s face with his hands. “So I have a free pass to spill my drink over every guy who just looks your way?” 

Laughing again, Louis kissed him, fingertips soft against Harry’s cheeks. His lips were warm, and his laugh tasted like sunshine. Harry never wanted to be without that laugh. 

“I think once is enough.” Louis rested his hands on Harry’s shoulders as he sat down on Harry’s lap. “You’d spoil the effect if you did it everytime.” 

Harry hummed, taking Louis’ glass to drink from his pint. “Okay. Got it.” 

Louis took the glass from him, drinking, too. “One thing is for sure, though.” 

“And that is?” Harry wanted to know.

Grinning, Louis patted Harry’s chest, bringing his lips close to Harry’s ear. A shiver ran through Harry as Louis whispered, his breath ghosting over Harry’s skin. Harry loved how weak Louis made him with every touch. 

“Tonight’s gonna be unforgettable.”

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This afternoon, in the throes of a sudden procrastination crisis impacting my real life, I thought I'd look up a list of ships on AO3. Yes, I'm capable of doing things like that. To get excited about lists and other such incongruities.

So…

I find a list…

And obviously, on this list, there's L@rry (which for me isn't a ship, but never mind... that's not the point).

Of course I wasn't expecting nice comment, larries are proven punching bags, responsible for global warming, for wars... I know it and you know it.

And yet, while I m pride on having distanced myself (for my own sanity), on not even being a big fan at all of current TM images of my favs, on the fact that nothing can get to me in this fandom (we've been through it all), the comment below annoys me:

I know it's the typical image that l@rries may have, I'm not coming out of my cave today.

I also know that this fandom can be very, very toxic and excessive.

But :

What did the larries technically do?

Apart from seeing something that is/was obvious?

Apart from loving two artists unconditionally, going against the grain of the heterosexual normalization that was still ultra-prevalent in the early days of the group?

Did larries invent larry? I don't think so.

All this reminds me of a few Tumblr posts by people who are much more eloquent than I am in English (which is not my usual language, as you may have gathered).

Did larries invent these little things that weren't meant to be seen? ⬇️

were larries the ones who forced Louis to wear an H shirt to his long-awaited live show? ⬇️

Were larries the ones who forced mega star Harry Styles to dress up as Danny Zuko? This movie which is the favorite of his ex-colleague, whose name we mustn't mention so as not to awaken evil larries?

Yes Grease :

The list would be so long, a book…

So I know there's some L@rry baiting to be done, especially among work relatives and family (for example, and far from exhaustive, the Kardalinson sisters to whom no attention should be paid, but also Pleashit, the brand for which HS is the billboard)

But I'll never accept that anyone could say that Larries hurt Larry.

A ship with your co-star / colleague is no big deal.

I was talking about it the other day with Resse...

And don't tell me that if two politicians can laugh about a ship, Couldn't Two Singers do the same? (Unless they're in the closet... or unless they're two homophobic jerks?)

I'll end by saying that Larry isn't a ship anyway ⬇️

And that as cynical and far as I try to be, I m still angry that GP can't conceive closet.

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The Drum Beats Out of Time

I just came across this opening scene from Harry’s POV from the abandoned sequel to The Second Hand Unwinds. It’s not betaed or edited, but I figured why not. @infinitelymint brought up TSHU at the right (or wrong?) time today lol and I went looking. So… picking up right before Louis leaves:

If he drives straight back to the flat, he could be in bed by midnight, but he doesn’t. Harry backs his car out of the garage bay, sits there with it still in reverse and watches as the door is slowly lowered until it’s fully closed. Even then, he doesn’t head down the drive toward the road for another minute or two, and when he eventually leaves, he turns right instead of left and wanders around aimlessly, driving until he’s low on gas before he goes home.

It’s a little after one in the morning when Harry finally gets the key to turn in the lock and he stumbles inside the empty flat, but he isn’t tired, or is too keyed up to sleep, probably. Still, he walks back to the bedroom, pulling his clothes off on his way through the dark flat. Harry feels around on the top of his dresser and finds his laptop, settles onto the bed with it, figuring he’ll distract himself for the next little bit before two o’clock. He just wants to stay awake until Louis leaves, as if his being awake and aware makes a difference. As if he’ll feel Louis’ absence more acutely once he’s no longer in this time.

He opens Netflix, but ignores it in favor of checking his email. There’s a short message from Zayn, telling Harry to keep in touch, and reassuring him that Louis will make it to 2023 just fine. Which he can’t know, and Zayn admits as much, but he says he has a good feeling about it. Harry’ll reply to Zayn’s email later, maybe in the morning or maybe in a few days. When he’s not feeling as raw as he is tonight.

Harry clicks over to Netflix and watches the pilot episode of Friends, something he’s seen dozens of times and doesn’t have to focus on or keep up with, something he can pretend to watch while he zones out and thinks of Louis and watches the minutes pass on the digital clock in the bottom right corner of his laptop screen. At one fifty-nine, Harry closes out Netflix and stares at the clock. His heartbeat gets incrementally faster, and when the numbers change to read two o’clock, Harry gasps involuntarily and his stomach flips almost violently as he thinks of Louis being taken away from him. Because that’s how he sees it, even if it’s nowhere near the truth. For the next few minutes, Harry continues to watch the clock, and when it’s five after two, he bites his lip and closes his eyes, letting the few tears he has left roll down his cheeks.

Blinking to clear his vision, Harry stretches his fingers, then opens a new email message.

To: futurelou

Subject: hi

You’re probably in 2023 already, which is totally fucking with my head. I miss you so much and you just left a few minutes ago. I hope the trip wasn’t bad or uncomfortable…….. Sounds like you’re on a train or something instead of traveling through a wormhole into the future. Idk why I’m emailing you other than I thought of you (haven’t stopped thinking of you, actually) and wanted to talk to you, so here I am. Now that you’re not here to distract me, I’m going to buckle down and figure out what I’m going to do at uni. Eventually. I love you.

Always yours,

Harry

————————————————

“It’s fucking raining. Shocking, I know,” Harry says, phone wedges between his ear and his shoulder, fiddling with the key in the door, and finally locking it through sheer force of will. At least that’s something he won’t have to deal with in London—wishing for Louis to be there every single time he tries to lock or unlock the goddamn flat.

Harry hurries to his car and slides behind the wheel, but rushing doesn’t do a damn thing because he’s absolutely soaked. The ends of his hair are dripping rainwater onto his already wet clothes. He wipes his phone dry on the upholstery of the passenger seat, pulls his hair aside with one hand and squeezes some of the water out before twisting it up into a bun and asking, “How is he?”

“I don’t know,” Zayn answers quietly. “It’s not like we talk. He comes to work, he stays late, we avoid each other, and repeat.”

Harry sighs. “I just miss him.”

“I know, mate. I, um… I do too. It’s weird. Listen, when you have time, I want to talk to you about the stabilization of the wormhole.”

“What about?”

“Nothing now. And no big rush. Just when you get settled with your sister, give me a ring?”

“Not sure what you think I can help with. I mean, I’ve got Louis’ notes, but…”

Zayn clicks his tongue and Harry rolls his eyes, knowing what comes next. “It’s nothing to do with Louis’ notes. Want to bounce some ideas around in that curly head of yours. And, Harry, please think it over. You’d be such an asset. You already are.”

Harry scoffs. “I’m not even starting uni until September, if then, and I told you I’m not strong in maths. I don’t see the point in studying physics if I can’t handle—”

“I might know a guy who can tutor you. Just think about it. And let’s Skype soon. Yeah?”

“Yeah, alright.” Harry looks at their old flat through the rain battering the windshield, turns on the wipers and watches them swish back and forth. He mutters, “Wish you could give him my love or something.”

Zayn laughs and says, “He’d kick my arse. How about… send me some of his tea. I’ll sneak it into the break room. It’ll be like a secret gift from you to him.”

Harry smiles, but then his eyes begin to water and he bites his lip and nods, even though Zayn can’t see him. He takes a breath and tries to keep his voice steady. “Thanks, Z. Get some sleep. It’s late there.”

“I’m off tomorrow, so no worries. Safe travels, mate. Anything I can do, just let me know.”

Harry hangs up and sets his phone in the cup holder, rubs his eyes with the cuff of his flannel shirt, and checks the rearview mirror before backing into the road and taking off. It’s still dark out, the sun won’t be up for a few hours, and the roads in Donny are dead quiet. A stark difference from what he knows he’ll find in London, especially since he’s due to arrive at his sister’s sometime around half-nine.

The repetitive whirring sound of his tires spinning on the street is almost hypnotizing, so Harry clicks on his radio and flips to his most recently made and most listened to playlist and sings along to all of the sad songs that somehow seem to lessen the ache of missing Louis.

Eleven weeks down, two hundred forty-nine to go.

[melanifiquesworld]

people always say it was fan service and i believe they did fan service because it's needed but there are things i don't think we were meant to notice. that's not fan service.

COMPLETELY AGREE.

There

are

a MILLION

moments

that

we

were

never

supposed

to

see

When it’s deliberately hidden from the world, it’s not freaking fan service

[melanifiquesworld]

I need to get some things off my chest. Things I've been feeling for quite a while. This is not coming from a negative or malicious place. It's coming from a place of hurt. So please, if you don't want to read my honest thoughts about Louis right now, then keep scrolling. I'm more than open to civil conversation, but I won't put up with those of you who go straight to attack mode when genuine concerns and criticism are brought up regarding Louis.

Louis has once again shown why I've pretty much stopped interacting with anything related to him. He creates drama within the fandom and gives ammunition to solo louies, antis, and everyone who hates us to ramp up their harassment and death threats. He knows what the fuck he's doing. He's a grown fucking man. For someone who says he's so appreciative of his fanbase, so in touch with us, and lurks quite often, he has shown that he is completely out of touch with larries, but also that he doesn't give two fucks that he's basically telling his unhinged, hateful solo fans that it's open season on larries.

Louis is almost 32 years old, and this shit is just unacceptable. Stop treating him with kid gloves. Stop acting like he's made of glass, and anything that isn't praise will shatter him. I hate comparing the boys, but I'm tired of the fucking hypocrisy among larries. If Harry was out here doing this shit the majority of you would hold him accountable for his actions. Start holding him accountable. For unnecessarily bringing up Fr*ddie. For being mean-spirited towards larries in a dm to a fan. For literally taking a question about chicken and using it to push the narrative that we're crazy and probably causing a lot of hate to be sent to that fan due his response. Have the same energy for calling them both out when/if they do something wrong. Stop being hypocrites.

I know Louis will never read this, but I have to get it off of my chest. I'm writing the rest of it as if he would read it.

Louis,

Larries have stood by you and Harry since day one, and yet you take any opportunity you can to throw obvious shade at us, or just outright say shitty things about us. You know what you're doing. So, do you want us here or not? If not, stop pointing at Larry related things at your shows. Stop singing a song where Larry is literally the FIRST word of the song. Stop putting obvious references to you and Harry in your music. Don't use artwork that obviously references Larry on Spotify canvases. Don't center part of the promo for your album around fans finding locations around the world that just so happen to have Larry references around those locations. Stop bringing up the chicken wrapped in parma ham story. Don't leak a song that so obviously is about you and Harry seeing Ed in Manchester. I mean, I'm sure my fellow Larries could add to this as the list goes on and on. If you want us here, please stop adding fuel to the Larrie hate train because it's incredibly hurtful to so many of us who love and support you.

I don't know, maybe you need a reminder...

Who do you think stood by you and fought for you during 1D? Larries.

Who picked up on how loud you and Harry were being & the obvious hints you both were dropping?Larries.

Who has fought like hell for you since the beginning? Larries.

Who stood by you when 1D went on hiatus and you had a hard time starting your solo career? Larries.

Who picked up on the very obvious blacklisting of you and your music? Larries.

Who made gift baskets and sent them to radio stations across the US & UK to promote you and your music on their own dime? Larries.

Which fans were buying dozens, and some hundreds, of copies of FITF to give to fans who couldn't afford your album? Larries.

Who collectively bought hundreds, if not thousands, of copies for other fans, like I mentioned above, helping FITF debut at #2 on Billboard's Top Album Charts, your first solo #1 UK album, and the #1 spot on the Worldwide iTunes Album Charts? Larries.

Who makes your concerts a safe space for fans? Larries.

Who creates the beautiful rainbow projects and brings rainbow flags? Larries.

I'm not pointing these things out as some weird way to keep score or to say that you owe us, but the least you could do is show us respect. We love you. We support you. We see you for the beautiful human being you are. We root for you. We want to see you succeed. We want to see you happy. And we want to see you free - whatever that looks like to you.

So stop playing into this narrative that we're crazy and giving your unhinged, hateful solo fans more reasons to harass us. It's hurtful. It's offensive. It's dangerous. And it's fucking heartbreaking that someone we love so much keeps throwing us under the bus. Stop adding fuel to the fire, Louis, because at this point, you're burning down a large portion of your own fandom who has never done anything but love you for you.

[melanifiquesworld]

Ohhhmg do I love larries blaming Louis and Harry for their larry cult? Absolutely! You are the conspiracy theorists who created the fan conspiracy theory and like every single tinhat on the planet - you blame the victims. Is is going to come back to and you will pay for everything that you have done, tinhats. For all that bullying, manipulations and lies. You will pay. Universe is always balancing out your cult evil doings by making you pay for what you've done.

Ehm. Wasn’t me who said Harry’s first crush was Louis Tomlinson. Wasn’t me who said Louis was a great boyfriend that treated Harry really well. Wasn’t me who said yes when someone asked are you and Louis dating. Wasn’t me who said I’d marry you Harry. Wasn’t me who said we kind of share that really. Also wasn’t me who sang I can’t compete with my boyfriend he’s got 27 tattoos. Also wasn’t me who made them get all the complimentary tattoos. Again wasn’t me making Louis caress Harry when he thought no one could see. Was their privacy in jeopardy because of the crazy schedule constantly under the public eye? Yes. Did the constant public scrutiny hurt them? Probably. Is that my fault. No. Did they encourage people to support them? That’s debatable but I have my reasons to be quite convinced they did. If you disagree with that, fine. But honestly, if Louis wanted to find a way to kill the rumours, he could have found a better way than chicken wrapped in Parma ham stuffed with mozzarella with a side of home made mash. That’s such a classic. He hadn’t even met Eleanor then.

In short: I feel no guilt for thinking they are or at the very least were a couple or for talking about it here in a respectful way. There is nothing wrong with being gay, it’s not a slur and gay rumours are not hurtful unless you’re homophobic and I am not going to pander to homophobes. That serves no one. Moreover I have reasons to be convinced that our support has been important to them and that once upon a time they did seek that support. Maybe it’s no longer needed or desired right now but that doesn’t make me childish or stupid nor does it make me a liar or manipulator.

[melanifiquesworld]

Seeing larries kissing Louis' ass in his new post honestly just grosses me out. Do y'all not have any self-respect? Why are so many larries fine with being his punching bag, his scapegoat, being gaslit and manipulated, and having him add fuel to the larrie hate train? I love him too. But at some point, he has to realize this shit isn't okay. It's not okay to speak to your fans this way and disrespect them. To single one fan out. And to do it so publicly where the media can pick it up, where the solo louies & harries, antis, and gf stans can use it as ammunition against us. I can't even go on the pop culture subreddits I like bc of how badly the hate is against us. Not only was this a stupid fucking move before trying to sell tickets in LatAm but why in the world would you treat the fans who have stuck by you since the beginning this way? We've seen through the bullshit in both 1D and his solo career. We've seen through the false image that was painted of him, although now he seems more than happy to play along. We've tried to be there for both him (and H) because THEY made it very clear for YEARS that they were together, closeted, and fighting back. Look, I get it some larries are doing way too much with their theories esp the ones that think Louis, Harry, and T*ylor are all gay beasties who are going to bring down the industry together. But they started this shit. They encouraged fans to look deeper. They came up with the name Larry Stylinson, not us. They got the corresponding tattoos and made it very obvious, not us. Louis got the dagger. They did rbb and sbb, which really caused fans to start theorizing. Louis did the Spotify canvases that connected back to H and Larry. Louis did the promo (was it for Walls?) where we had to find the different locations, and they almost always had a Larry reference nearby (I know I didn't explain that example well). Louis specifically puts H and Larry references in his music that he knows we know about. He's the one that put out the Just Like You music video. He's the one that put Style on the wall of the Miss You video. They're the ones that continuously use blue and green lights. Louis specifically interacts with Larries and Larry related signs and flags at his show. I mean, the list goes on and on. So, if you want people to chill out on Larry, how about you stop feeding it? Because this whole back and forth is exhausting and mentally draining. I'm really fucking tired of being made the joke of this fandom by Louis when we've done nothing but see him for who he really is and love him for that. And now the harassment and death threats have skyrocketed from solos, hets, gf stans, stans of other fandoms, and people into pop culture. I'm tired of seeing mental health being used as an insult against us as well because Louis and Harry not only started this, they encouraged this behavior from larries for YEARS. And then you have people who used to be around them (from xf times) Rebecca and mainly Katie talking about how truly horrible XF, Syco, and Modest were. How truly manipulative. How horribly they treated everyone, esp the boys. I mean, she's even talked about how the boys still have some of the same people around them since the early days. I know she went after larries one time (maybe more bc I stopped listening to her after that), but she made sure to talk about them and basically say without saying that a lot of our theories about xf, management, and syco weren't far off. Others around them have played into Larry. So, why doesn't he tell them to stop. Like, stop going after fans for something you created and encouraged for years. Just ignore it until you're ready to come out, if that ever happens.

I do have a question. I know stunts suck and Harry has been stunting a lot. I know H*livia was extremely upsetting. But why do larries seem to get more people upset at Harry for doing a pap walk with T*ylor, or even the ones he did with OW where he was obviously miserable, then they do with Louis outright shitting on us - multiple times? I'd much rather see Louis have to do a pap walk or two with some girl than throw fans under the bus, you know what I mean? Because while stunting sucks, it's playing the Hollywood game and something they probably are required to do to uphold the het image. Choosing to shit on fans shouldn't even be on the table if we mean as much to you as you say.

Sorry for the rant and rambling. I'm just really hurt and have so many feelings and probably didn't express everything properly. I don't recognize this "Louis," and it's really put me off. I thought we were a team, and now I just feel completely unwanted by him.

Let it out, anon 🧡

I know this hurts, especially for those of you who haven't experienced this before. We shouldn't have to deal with this. I think most people are able to ignore it and move past it because they know he's closeted and why he's doing it. They know that Louis doesn't love them any less, despite what his public twitter account might suggest. We know he's got little agency and we know he's being made to do things against his will. We see past his image and actions.

I would prefer him stunting over lashing out against his fans too. Maybe that's not an option or maybe he didn’t have a choice. Either way it isn't okay. It wasn't okay in 2012 and it isn't okay now. The only thing we can do is stop supporting him and giving him our money. Some love him and want him to succeed, and fight with him against the chains holding him back. He won't be able to do that without larries. So they keep supporting him and live in hope that things will change for the better someday. It's up to you to decide what your limits are and what you can and can't support.

[melanifiquesworld]

Gina I understand that some people got hurt by the way Louis answered. But returning tickets or skipping merch is ridiculous. Don’t they love Louis for the person he is and go to concert for his music? If they are hurt by the reply then it shows that all they care about is his relationship and his personal life and nothing more😬

No, love. People aren’t angry because Larry is or isn’t real. People are angry at the way he chose to go about making that statement and essentially saying Larry is believing in childish conspiracy theories. We’re all fucking sick of the gaslighting. No one wants to be belittled or mocked for things they believe. Especially when his behavior, his lyrics, his actions are a major reason why people believe those “conspiracy theories” in the first place.

[melanifiquesworld]

Nah but like I'm supposed to believe that a grown ass adult woman would write so many deep love songs about a 2 months relationship with a 19 years old BOY.... HILARIOUS.

He wasn’t 19. He was 18. November 2012 was when this grand romance started.

So she’s out here, a woman in her 30s, telling the world that an 18-year-old boy who she “dated” for 2.5 months broke her heart so badly that she had to release an album full of songs “about” him and then re-release that album ELEVEN years later and add more songs about this doomed love affair that never happened?

Even if you believed this nonsensical relationship was real, that’s just fucking embarrassing. Her fans have to be the dumbest people on the planet.