#Give Louis his flowers

[themotherofallthings]

Someone give Louis Tomlinson his flowers already!

I woke up early this morning, as I often do, thanks to years of working and horrible insomnia. And like most mornings these last few years, I grab my phone and begin to scroll my twitter feed. Louis had a show last night and I wanted to catch up on anything I might've missed once the show had ended and I headed to bed. Per usual, there is a lot of beautiful pics and tweets from concert attendees, waxing poetic about how good the show was and how proud of Louis they are. Typical fare for this fandom, nothing new to add.

I keep scrolling and I land an account, tweet sharing what looks like snippets from an "article" or "blog piece" (not sure which) from the "Medium". I stop dead in my tracks and read the multiple tweet thread of the most biased, vile drivel I've come across in a long time. And I've been here a while.

Firstly, opinions are just that, opinions. And this person's opinions are theirs and theirs alone but sadly, speak to a larger issue within music, the industry and the fandom experience itself.

This writer attended a Louis show with a friend who was a fan. Their only "knowledge" of him coming from this friend & any indirect knowledge because of his time in One Direction. But from the outset, the writing and pov, comes off immediately biased and judge-y.

"a sea of teeth in braces, puffy cheeks and pigtail buns" - commenting on the appearances of the young fans - note - very young fans "Most attendees are too young to drink legally". Because that's what matters about attending a show. Moving on.

"There are no dancers, there is no set piece, there is no stage show, no performance, no outfit changes"

Every artist curates their live show for themselves & their fans. To achieve the best possible experience and set expectations of how the night is going to go.

Louis has no illusions here. He is not "the greatest showman that ever lived" and HAS NEVER PRETENDED to be. He is a straightforward musician who's job it is to sing and engage with the fans. Which he does. For anyone paying attention, he's definitely come a very long way from those 1st early shows and is far more relaxed than he was back then. BUT and this is a huge but, to see and understand this, you have to know his journey and his story, which this person does not (though she does allude to knowledge of AOTV).

She even comments on it by calling him "the least memorable person in a lineup of five" the very criticism he levelled at himself. It's a gut punch to read a rando say something like this, which, we as his fans know, is something he had always been made to feel like while he was in the band, despite most of the 1D fans acknowleding the loved Louis, as did all the guys. Niall, calling him "the glue; the guy who made sure they didn't lose the plot". This is all surface, she doesn't know really know or see him or his lost potential. Nor is she likley to care.

The other thing that I find troubling, aside from her personal views of his singing talent and lacklustre show and personality, is the comments levelled at fans and their enjoyoment/appreciation of 'good music'.

I won't get into the 3 "types of fans" that she describes present at the show she attended because it doesn't matter to the point of my rant (though is it pretty basic & lacking nuisance but I digress). The one label that did stick out was the "cheerleader fan" and her opinion that these fans are only here to support Louis - who by her own opinion and pov, stated was the least successful/memorable and "is forever defined against his more popular former band mate" for unknown reasons. I'm assuming she thinks they are here because they find him cute? Not sure.

"For the Underdog Cheerleaders, it’s not about music so much as it is about identifying with... the least memorable person in a lineup of five" because identifying with an artist is problematic? Dumb? Unimportant? Allow me to show you the stadiums filled with Taylor's fans, who all identify with her and her music.

That is sort of the fan's job. To support and champion their fave, especially when they are not given their proper due. Now I'm not mentioning TS and comparing her to Louis or vice versa, that woman has GOTTEN ALL HER FLOWERS and good for her, but she goes on to claim that "his lines are almost comically generic" speaking about his songwriting. This clearly tells me she wasn't paying attention or was at the bar or bathroom & must've been absent when Copy of a Copy of a Copy was performed. Or when he sang All this Time or Holding on to Heartache. Because you would have to be dead inside to not have had a reaction to the bridge of HOTH & not hear the emotion in his voice as exhales those words, "Nothing's ever easy, to be honest, I'm not easy on myself". Those lines cut me and left me bleeding on the side of the road when I first heard them. But you know, comicially generic. Whatever.

This entire article reads like a hit piece bought and paid for by some industry insider. She literally lists every critiques antis, toxic Harries and Swifties and even Simon himself have levelled at Louis over the years. But this article doesn't require a conspiracy theory to explain. She doesn't like Louis. Or his music. She finds him boring, and apparently isn't a "deep enough lyricist" for her cold, cerebal mind to engage with.

"I’m left wondering what all these thousands of young fans really care about...it doesn’t really seem to be about the music...at its innermost core, this fandom is about itself."

Let me first say this, music, like most are is subjective. It's personal taste. Some fans love country. Some love rock. Some love Classic metal punk with a side of Beethoven. It's music and because it is one of the most uniquie artforms, its enthusiasts will engage and appreciate it for different reasons. And one of the most amazing things about being a fan of music in this day and age, is fandom.

I am old as fuck. And I can genuinely say that being a fan of music since I was 8 years old and first discovered what the radio did in my parent's living room, I have been a fucking fan. But I grew up in a time where there were no online fandoms. No one to scream about Simon's cute outfit or Billy's snarling at an interviewer that one time, or dying with when Jon BonJovi cut his hair. It was a different fan experience back then. There was no online community. No fandom family to go through it with you when Wham broke up.

Fandom has always been controversial because it has always mostly been made up of young women. And young women have had their taste in music disrespected and vilified for decades (starting with the Beetles). Research it. So I find it kind of sad this writer questions why these fans love Louis and his music so much. Because the reasons don't matter. There are many or none. They just are. That's sort of how art works. You feel it. You don't really see it with your eyes but your mind. Your skins senses it before your heart does. And that is how music is or should be. It should not just be about catchy pop one liners or streams or charting. It's about how it makes you feel. The memories it in invokes when you hear a song many years later. It's the way we still remember the words to that one song from the summer during our 3rd year of high school. How do you quantify that? You can't.

I grew up during a very rich and varied musical landscape, so when I tell you that I have loved almost every genre of music, I have loved it for many, many different reasons. Sometimes (when I was younger) because the lead singer was cute and dressed nice and other times because the beat/bop was too good to ignore to not want to sing from the top of my lungs. NEVER ONCE DID I CARE IF THE LYRICS WERE "GENERIC" or that it wasn't popular among my friends or that it didn't fill my head with mythical imagery. If it made me happy and it entertained me, then it was enough for me. Not every artist is going to be Bob fucking Dylan or Taylor Swift. And that's okay. But Louis IS a great song writer and he himself has said he's not big on writing metaphors and cares more about conveying an emotion and a moment in time and we find that engaging. We are still moved when he sings "Saved by Stranger" or Paradise or Change. Because they are good songs that convey a particular moment, sentiment or emotion we can all connect with.

Look, I respect that not everyone is going to 'get' everyone's fave. I don't get Taylor Swift, but I can acknowledge that she has talent but I don't fucking need a show to enjoy her music. But she does that because SHE enjoys that and it definitely helps justify the cost of her tickets. No disrespect, I blame TM for that, mostly.

"To his credit, he really doesn’t pretend to be more than he is — that’s all other people‘s doing"

And that is sort of the point of him. He is not pretending to be something he is not. He is geniune and down to earth and not full of himself like so many other successful artists are and can be. He earned the right to put on airs coming out of 1D and their success. But he doesn't. He says, "this is who I am, take it or leave it" and for his fans, they take it, in spades.

So go read the article for context (or don't - it's probably better for you blood pressure & mental health) but understand that this one person's pov, is not going change who we are as a fandom. We see something in Louis that resonants with us. Maybe it's the "underdog" mentality. Maybe it's the 'cute lad from the north of England' vibe. Maybe it's his no nonsense approach to song writing and performing, but there is no denying there is something about Louis Tomlinson that draws you to him. You want to engage with him. You want to sing his songs. And you do. We all do.

So please, someone give this man his flowers. They are long fucking over due.

[pink0paques]

armand planned daniel's visit around the very small time frame where the pink magnolia would be in full bloom. he planned the package sent to his condo, the plane tickets and the meals and the bed and everything to bring daniel to dubai when those flowers were blooming. and then he planned a moment in which he and daniel were alone together in the room where those magnolia's were on full display in the sun. when they're most fragrant.

was daniel present when those magnolia's began to die off and drop, too? did the fragrant smell of sweet magnolia turn to rot and pulp the way flowers so often do once they're done blooming?

[mad-hunts]

LOUIS MATHIS, THE INTELLIGENCE GATHERER — a walking collection of information to use against enemies and who's responsible for 'scaring' problematic clients a little to keep them in line.

[miraculan-draws]

Jacob Anderson gets a lot of very well-deserved praise on his accent work in IWTV, especially in the sense that it goes back and forth— the thick NOLA Creole drawl to the sterile, stripped-clean, carefully blank American that he uses in Dubai, and then back again. If you listen closely, you can hear him very subtly letting that drawl "seep" back in during really intense Dubai scenes. It's absolutely phenomenal.

BUT! I would also like to give Sam some flowers that I don't see mentioned much. Mostly because we only hear it in two scenes, with very few lines: the reunion scene in 2x08, and the S3 Teaser. Sam is doing! Two completely different accents at once! And I KNOW it's intentional bc it's a book thing and our boy has a doctorate in Lestat.

In Louis' account of events, Lestat was fresh off the boat. The French accent is very thick, and he also peppers in a lot of French into his sentences. (Most fic writers tend to lean into this). But by our start date in 2022, Lestat has been living in Louisiana for over a century. In TVL, set in the 80s, Lestat describes LOUIS as the one having an accent.

So what is Sam doing with this?

FOR STARTERS. There are whole stretches of words, entire lines in those scenes even, where Lestat sounds pretty casually American: "shut up" like "shuddup", "and I thought, who better to carry on the great work", "Siri, pause". The French thickens a bit when the emotion intensifies, but even then it's not entirely present like it is in the rest of the show. The nasality and softened "T" of "nineteen sevendy three" "Did you hurt yourself?", the "I can't, Louis." THE WAY HE SAYS LOUIS' NAME SOUNDS DIFFERENT. not lew-EE anymore, but LOO-ee.

The teaser?? Very fun. The entire line "There's a goblet on the table." And "but, then again...it might not." AND!! Of course accents of all kinds tend to soften when singing, but in the song he only sounds French when speaking French.

And these HAVE to be conscious choices, they have to be planned and the ratios played with because neither of these are Sam Reid's speaking voice. He is doing two accents at once and it's so subtle but it's also doing so much to make Real Lestat distinct from Memory Lestat. What a GIFT what a TREASURE what SUBLIME leads we have for this show.

(Assad I see you scheming too, I will gush about you too)

[daisyblog]

English Love Affair

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN plays ‘English Love Affair’ to see Harry’s reaction.

based on this request.

YN scrolled through her phone, trying to find a song to play from her Spotify to put on whilst she cleaned, recording herself to upload to her TikTok later on.

“Guys does anyone else need music on whilst they clean?”. She asked the silent audience, knowing that nobody could answer her. “I just love a sing and dance as I do it”.

As YN scrolled through her never ending playlists, her eyes lit up when she saw the popular 5sos song that was popular in the directioner world. “Fook off…how could I forget this song existed!”.

“It started on a weekend in May…I was looking for attention, needed intervention…Felt somebody looking at me…With a powder white complexion, feeling the connection”.

YN began to mouth along to the words knowing Harry would appear any minute to tell her to turn it off. “I’ll give Harry ten seconds before he appears”. YN continued to dance as she placed some dishes in the dish washer.

“The way she looked was so ridiculous…Every single step had me waiting for the next…Before I knew it, it was serious…Dragged me out the bar to the back seat of her car”.

“Turn it off!”. Harry voice echoed in the distance.

YN stopped her dancing as she placed a hand up to her mouth to stop her laugh from bursting out. “What did you say? Can’t hear you!”.

“When the lights go out, she's all I ever think about…The picture burning in my brain, kissing in the rain I can't forget, my English love affair…Today, I'm seven thousand miles away…The movie playing in my head of a king size bed means I can't forget…My English love affair”.

Harry appeared in view as he stood with an unamused look. His arms folded across his chest, the muscles of his biceps shouting out as they tensed.

YN rolled her lips inside her mouth, trying her hardest not to let out a hint of amusement as she looked at Harry’s harsh frown. But her internal battle failed her as she sang the next line.

“My English love affair”.

“Why are you listening to this song? There’s millions of other songs you could listen to…and you choose this fucking one!”. Harry voice was calm for someone who was clearly annoyed and irritated.

YN shrugged her shoulders as she gave Harry an innocent smile. “It’s a good song”.

“It’s about my sister…yah know…and yeah”. Harry tumbled over his words, not wanting to say what the song was about out loud. “Imagine having to listen to a song like that about your siblings”.

YN knew what Harry was trying to do, but she was one step ahead of him when it came to arguing the point. “Yeah…at least you know how Louis felt listening to Watermelon Sugar!”.

Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times trying to find a way to defend himself, but his lack of words failed him.

Wanting to push his reaction further, YN continued to sing along. “Gemma’s a queen for this one!”.

“YN!”.

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[soobnny]

dating him | lee felix

❝ if you win this round, i’ll give you a kiss ❞

chan | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | FELIX | seungmin | jeongin

lee felix

the pda king that u are

sorry to get straight to the point but

he’s always touching u in some way 😭

obsessed i’m telling u

whether that’s a hand on ur back pocket, maybe ur intertwined hands in his hoodie pocket, his legs over urs on the couch

he just wants to be touching u all the time bc he is just a lovestruck boy at the end of the day

and there is no feeling more blissful than having you so close to him

i 100% stand by the idea that he would be so insufferable if circumstances were to separate u for a moment

would send u 91837473 texts

calls u too if u aren’t busy

most preferably facetime so he can see u

the boys end up gifting him a pillow with ur face on it bc he just would not shut up about missing u

he is also the saw this n thought of u texts

yes that’s why u receive a million texts

bc a million things remind him of u

he sees a spoon?

hey! u use a spoon too!

the weather is nice?

he has to tell you that! he knows u love when the weather is nice!

speaking of texts, good morning and good evening texts at the most abnormal hours

(sent at 3:24pm) good morning princess ❤️

(sent at 5:11pm) goodnight my love

moving on

u two actually dated bc of hyunjin

look i know felix is extremely good looking and handsome and could pull 92848 girls

but he is honestly just such a shy boy

“hi, felix lost his number. can u give him yours instead?”

“did u just hit on me for him?”

😭😭😭😭😭

TEARSSSSS like hyunjin is shameless

but whatever, it worked

sometimes felix sends him a gift too on ur anniversary bc it’s all thanks to him

one of his favorite memories of u two dating is when u taught him how to braid his hair

who knew it could be so convenient

and look THAT good too

u catch his hair braided while gaming when u surprise visit once

it isn’t as neat as it would’ve been if u were the one who did it

but u could recognize that technique anywhere

it’s the one u’d taught him noooooo 😭

love language: physical touch and baking sessions and teaching u to game

physical touch done

next up .. baking sessions

u could either make the best batch of brownies or almost burn the kitchen down bc u two were too busy making out

u’d also get into a mini food fight

would 100% put red icing on ur lips and blue on his and say u two should make purple

he thinks he’s so cool and smooth

who’s gonna tell him

he’s a LEWSERRRRR but your loser

felix just honestly is happy he gets to combine two of his favorites: baking and u

and then there’s him teaching u to game

he would be so patient with u

and if u were playing, he’d be by ur side the whole time and coaching u

he’d take videos and photos for sure

if he’s the one playing, best believe you’re on his lap if the game isn’t all that competitive

“boooooo! hyung!” — jeongin 2024

he says that bc while felix was communicating, he heard u

felix also strikes me as the type to build u a world in minecraft

he’d make you a cute little house with cherry blossoms around and a garden and a pet

and he calls you just to RAMBLE excitedly about it

man he’s just too cute what the hell 😭😭😭😭

his dates are actually kind of expensive

and his gifts too

he’d be like “no no no i swear it isn’t expensive”

and it’s a louis vitton necklace or smthn

u have so many cute dresses

he especially loves picnics with wine and fresh fruits and carefully made sandwiches in a basket

and FRUIT PICKING

he would love that so much

i think felix would also love if u helped him dye his hair

bc again .. he loves having u close

so i said changbin fails at legos right

felix is too good

he LOVES legos

he even buys u those flower ones

he would do anything to spend time w u

including legos

he particularly loves that it takes kind of a long time so u two would be together the whole time

anyways felix is honestly just such a sweetheart

very very very green flag behavior

he respects ur needs

listens to u without judgement

u have such a healthy relationship with his family

like his mom calls you

“hi! felix isn’t home rn”

“oh no no, i called to say hi to you”

oh they love you

gagged felix

u have dates with his sisters

and it confuses him too like

u would come over their house and he’d tell his family like oh! my gf is allergic to this!

his mom replies “i know”

LIKE WDYM YOU KNOW

felix couldn’t be any more happy anyway

it’s great

congratulations ❤️

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[1d1195]

Invitation

~3.5k words

From me: I mentioned I had a kinda rough weekend. This just sort of wrote itself. Def a stand alone. Second chance at love. I wrote it mostly in the drafts page and didn't do a whole lot of editing for continuity so it's probs not very realistic nor will it make a ton of sense. But anyway.

Warnings: MC parent death; funeral, angst, angst angst. But I'm hoping if you read it you'll see some cathartic, comforting fluff.

Summary: She and Harry broke up years ago and it was completely fine. But seeing her again, even under sad circumstances has his heart pulling him closer to her.

It had been eight years since he had last laid eyes on her. But when he read the piece on her mum off a mutual friend’s Facebook page he was transported back to one of those moments he spent so totally in love with her.

The idea that her best friend was gone made him terrified for her well being. It was the reason he was in a hotel room, straightening his tie in the mirror. Double checking he didn't miss any spots while shaving. He looked simultaneously presentable yet solemn. Her mum was special, beautiful. She made Harry feel at home the entire time they dated. Bought him thoughtful gifts for his birthday and Christmas. Made sure she bought his favorite snacks and always inquired about school, work, or his favorite show. She joked with her that Harry was too good for her and she didn’t treat him well enough (which was inherently false). She was the perfect girlfriend and had the perfect mum.

He couldn’t imagine how she was feeling.

Harry didn’t want to make his appearance about his arrival at the funeral home at all. He stepped in line silently, tried not to make eye contact with anyone and slowly made his way through toward the front, pretending he was invisible. He looked at the picture boards as he walked along his favorite girl and her mother in so many of them. Both were beautiful and Harry thought she was going to look just like her mother when she was older and so he was really lucky that he would know she was beautiful for the rest of his life. But he would have predicted that anyway.

Their relationship ended amicably enough. They were changing, time moving on, and quite frankly it felt like they couldn't spend enough time together so it didn't seem fair. "Shouldn't we want t'spend time with each other, beautiful? Shouldn't we feel feel bad we're not spending time together? It shouldn't be forced. You're m'favorite person in the world, kitten. S'not fair."

He was right of course. She agreed. So they went their separate ways. Since they were still in university at the time, they saw each other frequently. Their friend groups overlapped a bit so they weren't rid of each other all that much until after graduation. There was even a picture of the pair of them together on that day--her mum's suggestion. It was apparent more so then, that they were changing and moving on but Harry was grateful for that picture. When he saw the notice of her mum's passing, he looked at it fondly and felt something in the pit of his stomach. Wanting and wishing he had made more time for her. That she wasn't so busy and their time apart hadn't lasted as long.

But that was eight years ago. Harry was thirty now. He had a few girlfriends during that time and maybe it wasn't a surprise they didn't work out. When he inquired of his friends if he should go to support her, they said it was up to him. Louis and Eleanor were out of the country so they would send flowers. Mitch and Sarah were waiting for Sarah to give birth at any moment so they too, would send flowers.

"I'll be at the funeral," Niall assured him. "I can't make the visiting hours, sorry, Harry," Harry could hear his frown as they spoke on the phone.

"S'okay, s'nice y'can make it t'any of it. She'll appreciate it."

"I hope," a frown in his voice, a sigh in his tone.

"No, she will," Harry was confident. She would never make Niall feel bad--anyone feel bad. It was just the way she was.

Harry was in front of the urn containing the ashes of her mother and he knelt and said a short prayer for her and her sweet daughter. He tried not to think about his own mother at such a sad time and how he would feel if this was her. He shook his head, blessed himself automatically, and stood to greet the receiving line. It was filled with aunts and uncles who were surprised to see him. He didn't fully understand their surprise (of course he would be there for her--even if things were different now) but moved to each one, quietly apologizing for the loss of their sister and only answering how work, life, and everything was with as few words as possible. It was just her and her mom. Dad was out of the picture before she was even born. It wasn't a bad thing because she was her mum's whole life and she never made her want for anything. "Where is she?" Harry asked quietly. Usually the children were first in the line but she wasn't there.

"Another spat with the boyfriend," her aunt rolled her eyes. "You are by far our favorite," she smiled at him encouragingly. "Don't leave till she gets back, if you can. She deserves to see someone who will make her happy right now," she winked.

Harry felt his eyebrows crawl up his forehead in surprise. He nodded. Pride bloomed inside him for being the favorite. It wasn't the time but he couldn't help it. His heart felt heavy, worried she was with someone horrible. "Yeah, sure. Of course."

So Harry stayed in the little seating area, watching people walk through the receiving line, looking at the slideshow of pictures that somehow managed to boil down to one person's life. There was even a picture or two of him. It made sense, he was in her life for nearly four years and they were inseparable until they weren't.

Harry smiled fondly at the memories within the pictures and wondered where she could be right now. He had seen the full slideshow twice.

"Harry, you're still here?"

He cleared his throat, stood, and shook one of her uncle's hands again. "Yeah... um... haven't seen her yet."

"She went outside with the boyfriend ages ago. I'm assuming they're still arguing or she's trying to calm herself down enough to come in and fake that everything's fine."

Harry frowned. "Maybe I'll go check then," he suggested and headed for the door.

Why was she dating someone if it was clear no one in her family liked him?

The men at the door, let Harry through and he quietly walked to the side of the building wondering where she could be having a private conversation at a funeral home. The side was dark except for a flood light that perfectly illuminated the couple. Harry stepped out of sight but strained to listen.

"What do you mean, 'you have to go'? You're seriously joking right?"

Harry didn't know her voice could take on a tone that sounded so angry like that. They never fought that way. No more than who's pizza topping was better or if they had to pick which dinner place to go to on a busy Saturday night.

"Babe, you know with my work--"

"This is my mother," she croaked. It felt like a bullet through Harry's chest to hear her choked up like that. All that grief wrapping in her throat and pulling on her vocal cords.

"I know, but don't you think she would want me to continue living my life and doing what I need to do so--"

"She's my best friend," her voice cracked because she was crying so hard. Harry wanted to run over, unceremoniously knock him to the ground, and comfort her. "You're supposed to be here to support me!"

"Well you know death kind of freaks me out, babe. I'm trying to support our future. I've been here all day."

Her tone was so biting, he truly couldn't believe it. "You've been here for an hour."

Harry winced and shook his head. No one liked death. Everyone was freaked out by it to some degree. But he was supposed to love her; be there for her.

"If you leave, we're done," Harry felt intrusive for listening in but he couldn't move.

"You don't mean that."

"I do, mean that. I really, really, really, really mean that," she sniffed. Good girl. Harry thought. "I have put up with your bullshit like this for way too long and you're unsupportive and if you leave this is it," she assured him. "Work cannot be more important than me."

"It's important for us, babe. So when we get married--"

"And when will that be?" She shouted.

"For the love of God, we're going to do this now?"

"It's been three years. I'm thirty and wanted kids and you are just..." she trailed off. "Fine. Go. We're done anyway."

"Babe, you don't mean that--"

"I will pack my stuff up when I get home."

"And where are you going to go? You don't have a job right now--"

"BECAUSE I WAS TAKING CARE OF MY DYING MOTHER."

Why was she even with this guy? Harry couldn't fathom it. It was so unlike her to date someone so crass and careless. Or maybe Harry was just filled with rage and envy of a man that couldn't help her the way she deserved.

"Well..." he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry you feel that way. I have a plane to catch. Maybe after you've calmed down and aren't grieving we can have a more pleasant conversation."

A silent moment passed between them. Surely he heard it as he said it. It couldn't have been just her and Harry that heard what he implied. "Do... do you... do you think I'm supposed to be done grieving?" She hissed.

He sighed, mumbled something about calling her when he landed, and walked away. He didn't even notice Harry pressed to the building.

Harry watched him get in his car and pull away as if this wasn't the worst day of her life. Harry took several deep breaths to calm himself. This wasn't about him or how he wanted to strangle him. This was about her, her grief.

She was leaning against the wall. She was heaving, sobbing into one hand. For what, at that point, Harry didn't know. He could only see her from behind, the same figure he could have picked out in a lineup and if he was blind. But she seemed smaller. Withdrawn of course. Her free arm wrapped around her stomach like she was trying to hold herself together.

"Hey beautiful," he murmured softly. She sniveled, spun around. Harry was met with her face grief stricken, heartbroken, and tear soaked. But yeah, she was still as beautiful as he remembered. "Aw, kitten," he cooed gently. "C'mon s'cold outside. Let's get you--"

She threw herself against him as he approached. Her arms around his neck and she continued her sobbing against his shoulder. Sighing, he wrapped his arms wrapped around her waist and back, she fit effortlessly into his embrace even after eight or so years since he last saw her. It felt natural to hold her like this. "I know," he murmured comfortingly. "I know, kitten," he kissed the side of her head, soothingly rubbing his hand up and down her spine.

"Please don't let go of me," she cried. "I can't--"

"Shh," he hushed. "M'here. M'not letting go until you do," he promised softly. He hoped she wouldn't pull away because he wanted to take care of her the way that asshole couldn't. It didn't matter what the past was it only mattered that her sweet self could find some sort of contentment.

"Please don't leave me," she begged. "I can't do this alone."

It felt like a switch changed in him. Or maybe it was the anger he felt for her ex-boyfriend. Or perhaps a combination of missing her when he didn't really know he had been missing her and all the frustration he felt for the reasons she was so distraught. He would do anything for her. "No way, beautiful. M'not going anywhere," he assured her pressing his lips instinctively to the top of her hair. Patiently he listened to her cries, held her tightly, and lightly brought a hand to the side of her neck. He carefully pressed his fingertips against her skin, hoping that if she was aching (which he assumed every part of her was) it relieved the smallest bit of tension.

"How much did you hear?" She sniveled pulling away enough to glance into his eyes. Her face was blotchy and red, she was sure. Harry looked like he just left his modeling job for ties and cologne. She wanted to look more beautiful--so it would have at least made sense that Harry had ever decided to date her--even if it was years ago. But she was so overwhelmed with sadness, she couldn't feel anything but that and not even her horrendous look could deter her long enough to utter more than a quick apology for snotting all over him. "M'sorry. I look--"

"Shh," he hushed immediately. Harry pulled a handkerchief from his pocket--Mum was always insistent he have one when he wore a suit. Someone is always crying when you need to wear a suit and it's not to work. Carefully, he dabbed under her eyes, and swiped the fabric across her delicate cheeks. "You look beautiful," he assured her a kind, small smile made his lips curl up just enough to get the dimple in his cheek to appear. The one she had told him she was going to stick her tongue in back when they laid on a mattress that was too small for two people and resulted in a giggling tickle fight between two people who were much too old for tickle fights.

What he would have given to make her laugh now.

Harry kept one arm around her waist taking over her own job to hold herself together. "How much did you hear?" She repeated.

He shrugged, nonchalantly. "Too much, probably."

She frowned; if she could muster an emotion other than sadness and grief, she probably would have been embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry. I was waiting inside, but then your uncle said y'were out here and I wanted t'see you and--"

"Do you need to leave?" She asked quickly. "I'm sorry I'm holding--"

"Kitten," he said gently pinching her chin between his fingers so she had no choice but to look in his eyes and process what he was saying. "M'staying here until y'tell me t'leave."

She sighed. For the first time in what felt like months she felt relief. "Okay."

*

She dragged him alongside her to the front of the receiving line. Harry felt slightly embarrassed and out of place but the rest of her family paid no attention to it. Like he was supposed to be there. She hugged and cried a lot over the next two hours. Harry handed her tissues and water.

“What if I don’t tell you to leave?” She whispered. Harry was standing so close to her that no one else could hear. Like it was just the two of them. She was sipping from a water bottle and Harry was stroking her hair back with his fingers while wiping below her eyes with a tissue.

“Then I’ll never go," his voice was quiet, like hers. He kissed her forehead softly.

"You don't have to obviously, you have no obligation... but is there any chance you were planning to be here tomorrow?" She asked.

He nodded hurriedly. "Course, kitten," he smiled gently, almost sad that she thought he wouldn't. "Niall's going t'come too. He's really sorry he couldn't make it tonight," he explained. "I have a hotel room right nearby so I can stay s'long as y'need me. Do anything y'need, too. And Niall m'sure would be happy t'help if y'need anything requiring two people, as well."

"Really?" A fresh well of tears filled her eyes and Harry's grin grew even if it was sad she was so surprised.

"Of course, beautiful. We... we want t'be here for you," he assured her.

She pressed her face against his shoulder again and sniveled against him. "I owe you a new suit," she mumbled into the fabric.

"Shh..." he hushed. "M'here," he promised. "Don't worry 'bout anything else."

*

His hotel room was dark when they entered. Harry didn’t want anything to happen that could be misconstrued due to her grief but she seemed adamant and sure that she wanted to spend the night. Harry was planning to sleep on the floor but instead they chatted way too much. Much later than a girl who had her mum’s funeral the following morning should have chatted. She giggled the way Harry loved and smiled despite how sad she was. Harry told her all about the last eight years, his job, his mum, their old friends and everything in between.

When he looked at the clock, his phone said it was well past one in the morning and she needed to be up early. “Think y’need t’sleep, kitten,” he was lying beside her, fully clothed except he lost the tie. He was brushing her hair away from her face watching her eyes droop.

“Mom didn’t like him,” she whispered. “She didn’t like anyone that wasn’t you,” she told him.

Harry swallowed nervously. Not because he was worried about her sentiment but because her grief was fresh and the tire tracks of where her stupid ex peeled out of the parking lot were still warm. Her mind had to be jumbled and as much as he wanted to kiss her and make promises, it wasn’t the time. Harry was older and more mature now. The way he wasn’t but wished he had been when they broke up. “After that performance, beautiful,” he sighed with a shake of his head. “M’surprised she didn’t poison him.”

“He didn’t even like her oatmeal raisin and white chocolate chip cookies,” she grumbled bitterly.

“Kitten,” he tutted. “How could you let that continue?” He joked, nudging her playfully.

She turned on her side, their faces inches apart on the same pillow. “Thank you for being here for me,” she whispered.

“There’s no where else I want t’be, beautiful,” he promised.

“I didn’t realize how much I missed you. It’s sad this is what it took.”

He leaned forward, pressed his lips to her forehead and let the kiss linger there. “Do y’want me t’sleep on the floor?”

“No,” she shook her head. “This is the first night I’ve felt tired in months. You have to stay here if you want me to sleep through the night.”

“If you’re sure,” he reached for the bedside lamp and turned it off. He didn’t want to change into different clothes or anything. He just wanted to be there for her.

“This is also your hotel room that I invited myself into," she reminded him.

He grinned at her in the dark. “You’ve always had an open invitation, t’me, kitten,” he brought her closer toward him, kissing the top of her head.

There would be about a thousand and one things to discuss after the funeral. But right then it was late, and they needed to sleep because the day was going to bring more exhaustion and sadness that was inevitable. “Did you mean it?” She whispered quietly after Harry thought she had fallen asleep.

“Mean what, beautiful?” He murmured.

“You’ll never go?”

He nodded. “Mmm,” he hummed inhaling the scent of her shampoo. “I meant it,” his words were slurred with sleep and she knew it because she had heard it in his voice hundreds of times in their time together. He was on the brink of dreaming and her mind was reeling.

“Mom wanted us to get back together,” she whispered. “For ages. She had our graduation picture on the fridge,” she explained. “When I was taking care of her these last few months and he was useless, she kept mentioning you. Told me it wasn’t too late to start over. I guess... I guess this was one way she thought she could bring us back together.”

There was no response because Harry had fallen asleep, and she was close behind. She brought the hand that held his to her lips and kissed his fingers inhaling the comforting smell of him as she finally felt like sleep.

“Your mum was the best,” he mumbled. “She brought you into this world, just for me t’find you.”

The words were lost in her mind, her throat, and her aching heart. But she liked to believe that Harry knew already because he was there, and he wasn’t planning on leaving again.

“We can start over, beautiful. M’not going anywhere,” he whispered one more time as sleep overtook her tired mind.

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[fleurn1igh1]

Be my only love ❝𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧❞

T.W:- Language {?}, use of chloroform Note:- forgive me for any errors 😓, they are unintentional Synopsis:- "Be my only love, will you do that for me?"

Anger is an ugly emotion and feeling the unbinding rage is even worse, you stood at the door of the bedroom where your boyfriend hurriedly put on his clothes in shame of being caught, you wanted to say so many things but all that could come in your mouth is a choked sob as you walked out the door, crushing the bouquet you had just brought for him, hearing your name faintly called from behind the same velvety voice that once used to make you fill with joy, you didn't stop at the calls because you knew there will be nothing but pathetic excuse to tell.

For the next few weeks, he sent you flowers, gifts as an form of apology, but you threw them trash but one day, Louis came himself with a sheepish smile and eyes full of regrets "you really have no shame, do you?" you said with cold eyes "Y/n I just wanna apologize, I can explain--" "We are over, Louis, just accept it" you cut him off firmly "Please, I love you" his eyes very telling the pain he's been through ever since he lost you "Don't make me laugh" you scoffed in disbelief "I'm being honest, I was a fool, please forgive me" "Fuck off" you said closing the door on his face, Alas Louis wouldn't give up he clenched the bouquet in his hands and left the place feeling defeated but he knows just the way to keep you all to himself.

It was Midnight of Friday, the moon was casting a soft, silver glow on a quiet street. as a black silhouette brushed past the street to get to certain somebody's house, lucky for the figure they know just the way to get inside that house, creeping inside the figure walked up stairs to went inside the bedroom, a grin flashed across the figures face as they removed their hood and used the napkin to put on your nose, the scent of chloroform filled up your nostril as you woken up to a force firmly pressing the napkin against your face, you looked at the person and noticed the same black eyes with brown messy hair, Louis.

"I'm sorry, darling but you left me no choice" all your struggles went in vain as everything went black but before you were fully unconscious you heard his voice saying "Be my only love, will you do that for me?"

[starkeyisthelastname]

hello lily…. i just had a thought…… about dealer!rafe and me on my birthday his girl celebrating her bday 💖💖……. i cannot stop thinking about him

hi baby! 💖 you better get ready because this man is ready to spoil you even more than already he does and take you to pound town 😜.. hope you like it sweet angel and have the best birthday!!! @oceandriveab

The morning of your birthday, you get awoken by his head between your thighs. His tongue deep in your wet hole and nose hitting your clit just right. He would look up at you just as your sleepy eyes met his, a smirk on his handsome face as he pulled back. “Happy birthday mama.” His voice raspy, watching you bite your lower lip as he then dived back down into your ocean of a pussy.

It was when you walked outside, as he was going to take you shopping that you saw your dream car wrapped perfectly in a pink bow. Rafe did most of the driving, but when he was taking care of “business”, you occasionally needed to go somewhere and what better way now with the brand new luxury vehicle that cost him a pretty penny. Not that he worried how much it cost, he paid for it in cash. (Dirty money at that. 😅). You would open the door, the passenger seat holding a giant bouquet of flowers, along with neatly wrapped boxes that read Dior, Chanel, Cartier, Louis Vuitton and stacks of cash wrapped in silky ribbon. You always wondered how much money this man really made, but never questioned it as you enjoyed the princess treatment too much.

He would then take you shopping, letting you have a pamper day before a beautiful private dinner on the waters of the Outer Banks. He needed you blissfully happy and tummy full before we gave you a brutal birthday fuck.

You may have been drunk off expensive liquor, but you felt every thick and long inch of your man’s cock as he slid it in your soaked little hole. He made sure your knees were bent back, giving you that deep shit all while talking dirty to his birthday girl.

“Shit… that’s it my pretty fuckin birthday princess. Got that pussy soaked for daddy, huh?” Rafe drawled out, tone low and cocky as he watched his massive pipe stretch your fluttering hole out.

“Daddy…” You whined, your pretty eyes rolling back as he hit your sweet spot over and over. He was already about to give you your first orgasm of the night and you knew there were many more to come. “I.. slow down..” You gasped, the feeling almost too much as you reached out how to tap his toned stomach. It wasn’t that you wanted him to stop, but you were about to explode and embarrassed how quickly it was coming on.

“Move your hand and take this fuckin big dick. You know I’m not done with you yet, we are just getting started.” Rafe said between breaths, your plea following on deaf ears as he continued the hard thrusts to your sloppy cunt. “Giving my girl the birthday dick she deserves, yeah?”

He was about to give you round after round, making your birthday end with your pussy sore and the sheets soaked. A new car in the driveway, diamonds, designer bags, fed expensive food, and getting a dick one dreamed of having.

[saintslewis]

𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌

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pairing: sir lewis hamilton x black fem!oc; nadia hamilton

summary: nadia’s got a new job, life is going great (we do not mention singapore ’23) and she has a loving husband! nothing could go wrong, right?

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, suggestive stuff bc i love teasing you guys, slight angst too! (tw: qatar ‘23)

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LONDON, UNITED KINGDOM

Lewis watched as his wife stepped out of the private exit of the upscale restaurant with her red bottoms clacking against the gravel of the parking lot behind the building. Holding the train of her dress like a true princess, she flicked her hair behind her shoulder as she made eye contact with her husband and a huge grin filled her face.

He leaned on the cullinan with a bouquet of white roses sitting pretty on the hood of the car and the infamous pink box from her favourite bakery, a swell of pride in his chest as he watched Nadia walk closer and closer to him.

“You, Sir,” She started, placing her clutch on the hood. “You’re looking at the brand new creative designer for Louis Vuitton.” Nadia expressed, her excitement kept in but the smile showed all her emotions. “The dinner went so well, baby, that the executives moved me from just working in Pharrell’s team to the general team in LV.” She giggled, trying her level best to surpress the excitement.

Lewis’ jaw dropped at the news. He knew Nadia was always gunning for a second chance in the fashion world and after months of communication, deep emotions and frustration, her biggest dream has come true. He could the tears prick his eyes as he watched his wife’s eyes glimmer with happiness.

“Nadia…oh my god, sweetheart. This is huge, this is…everything. I’m so proud of you, love.” Lewis spoke, his arms circling her waist and pulling her impossibly close. It truly sunk in as he spun her around in his arms and her laughter rang through the night sky. “How are you feeling? This is massive, babe, I can’t believe this.” Lewis spoke in disbelief, the ever growing smile never leaving his lips.

“I’m so shocked, I almost screamed and cried when Jean-Luc said that. Then my first thought was to facetime you then I remembered that I was still in work mode. Baby, they even asked that I sign the contract as soon as possible. Like?! Me?! I dreamt of this, Lewis, for years and I just-” The waterworks beat Nadia to her words, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.

Lewis didn’t have to say much, he just hugged her, her head softly placed on his chest and he most certainly didn’t mind that her makeup would get on his shirt. “Oh my god, I need to tell my babies Willow and Kaiden. Then the girls then- this is just so overwhelming and exciting!” She smiled wide, wiping her tears, not caring about her makeup anymore.

Nadia’s eyes finally drifted to the large bouquet staring right back at her along with the faint scent of the croissants. “Was it your job to just make me cry today? I’ve been craving these things for weeks.” Her bottom lip curled into a sweet pout before opening up the box and immediately munching on one.

“Nads, you didn’t even see the flowers? These things are heavy, you know?” He chuckled, watching move crumbs into her mouth.

She laughed. “Trust, I saw them. I had to get some real food first, they in there feeding people thoughts of food with a side of caviar.” She joked, taking up another bite of her pain au chocolat.

nadiahamilton

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nadiahamilton this girl is now a creative designer for @.louisvuitton. i’m eternally grateful for this opportunity, thank you 🤍

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user THIS IS HUGE OH MY GOD CONGRATULATIONS MOTHERRRR

arianagrande nadiaaaaa i’m so proud of you!! can’t wait to celebrate you 🫧

charlottieee ARE YOU FUCKING JOKINGGGGG AHHHH

nadiahamilton girl i told you already 🧍🏽‍♀️

charlottieeee STILL THIS IS SO AMAZING

louisvuitton welcome to the family, Madam Nadia! Very excited to work with you in the future ❤️

nadiahamilton I can’t wait to start!

user damn i also wanna use my last name to get me into places that i was never supposed to go to

user you’re such a bitter bitch. you’d never say this about a white man

user TELL EM OOMF

chunkz you making big moves, sister 🥹

user THAT BOUQUET!!!

fencer sister in law is doing insane things! so proud 🥳

nadiahamilton milesssss 🥹

zendaya we’re officially co-workers! ahhh this is amazing, congratulations big sis

nadiahamilton you’re officially my work wife 😛

kehlani vv proud of you, baby girl!!!! only wearin your pieces from now on, trust

iamcardib steal my entire comment, why don’t you? 😐

latto777 y’all ain’t doin enough, i’m getting this shit tatted on me! 🗣️

alexandrasaintmleux sending the biggest bouquet of flowers to you tinkerbell!

nadiahamilton love you always, alex!

iamkaylanicole THEE GIRL, OKAY?!

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user from high school teacher to creative designer for lv….. this ain’t shady to y’all?

megantheestallion NOPE

user mother has spoken

lewishamilton clean

nadiahamilton don’t piss me off 🧍🏽‍♀️

lewishamilton i love you, darling and i’m very proud of you ❤️💐

user motherrrrr 🥹

user still can’t have kids btw

nadiahamilton and your bf is still in the ground, now what

user she went LOWER omg 😭

-

LUSAIL INTERNATIONAL CIRCUIT, DOHA, QATAR

Nadia was already missing Japan and Mexico. Those two races had been the most fun she had experienced this entire season. The car was behaving surprisingly and Lewis was very positive about the outcome of the car, saying the team seemed to finally listen to him.

She was riding solo this time, Miles having to leave early for some work reasons and their friends just saying something about the vibe of the track didn’t sit right with them. Shrugging her shoulders, Nadia packed and went to Lusail with her man, packing her work books as well for sketches.

It was unbearably hot on race day but she had still covered up because she knew of the strict rules around her. Thank goodness the fabrics of her outfit were breathable but she wouldn’t be surprised if her lace lifted a tad bit. Her prescription glasses perched on her nose with her pencil tapping on the corner of her mouth as she sketched potential pieces a new collection that LV was planning to release.

The sweet sounds of jazz rang through her earphones as she swung her feet. Lewis’ driver’s room was comfortable enough for the both of them to be in their own worlds together. Lewis was also focused on his little notebook, focusing on the first lap mostly as he was starting in the front with George. His leg was bouncing, thinking of how things would go for him in this race.

Nadia was the first to put her sketchbook down sigh internally, fanning herself with her hands. He followed suit, taking his airpods off and setting them aside. Lewis gently patted his thigh and Nadia hopped off the ‘bed’ and into his lap, leaning back and feeling his chin on her shoulder as his arms circled her waist and pulled her closer.

“It’s just you and me this time.” Nadia spoke softly, playing with the hem of her shirt. Lewis could only hum in agreement. “I don’t know how to feel about this one. The last two were good and that kind of scares me because the car hasn’t been reliable all year.” He sighed. “I don’t know, love…”

“What are you thinking, Lew?” She took a moment to allow him to respond. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder. “I..They listened to me, Nads. They don’t..they don’t usually do that. I should be able to trust them, you know?” Lewis expressed and Nadia could feel his despair in his words.

She took a moment before saying anything. “Are you thinking of-”

“No. No, I’ve been with them for majority of my career. They’re family to me.” Lewis lifted his head, his voice harbouring slight offence at the mere thought of…that happening.

“Do they feel the same towards you though?” Nadia said, letting the sentence linger in the air for a moment. “You give them everything and they give everything to your teammate. I’m not saying that you should…leave. Never. I just want to see you happy in a car that you can drive.” She fidgeted with her nails this time.

Lewis took his time to respond. The thoughts racing in his head. He is Mercedes. He wants to retire with them. But do they want to?

“I made it deep, innit? I’m sorry.” She chuckled, trying to lift the mood. “I know you’ll do amazing today. I’m just chatting.”

He bounced the leg that she was sitting on. “Heyyy, it’s okay, these conversations are needed. You’re a gem.” Lewis said, kissing her temple. Nadia turned to kiss him fully and when pulling away, she pecked his lips again.

“You’ll kill it today, I just know it.” She smiled.

Nadia, in fact, did not know it.

Her eyebrows were furrowed with her mouth slightly ajar as she watched her husband stand next to his car as he was knocked off the track by his own teammate. Watched as he crossed the track on foot, as they lifted the car from the gravel, as he walked through the garage with his helmet still on and his shoulders slumped in defeat, watched as he walked past her.

After what felt hours of silence sat in his driver’s room in complete shock, the man of the hour placed his cap on as he prepared to walk out of the driver’s room to the masses.

“Why’d you post that? Why’d you say you’re sorry?” Nadia finally spoke up, halting him from leaving just yet.

His hand was on the handle for a second before letting go. “Because I am. What happened out there was my fault.” He muttered, looking directly at her.

“Don’t actually piss me off, Lewis. What I saw, what the world saw? That was sickening. You can go out there and say how awful you feel for doing that to George and the team and how sorry you are but in this room? You cannot lie to my face like that.” Nadia crossed her arms, not wanting to come off as angry but it was getting worse.

“Nadia, you can’t possibly be mad at me for something I did. I was in the wrong. I need to go apologise to the team.” Lewis told her, fully facing the woman.

She took a breath, collecting her words. “They’re going to humiliate you. Do you understand how dehumanising that is?” Nadia asked, her throat feeling tight and her eyes prickly.

Lewis scoffed and looked away, scratching his beard. “I’m not doing this with you right now.”

“Lewis Hamilton, what the fuck happened out there? Tell me to my face what happened.” Nadia pointed in between her eyes, standing to her full height not breaking eye contact.

“George crashed into me. Fuck, is that what you want to hear?” He ran a hand down his face, not believing he actually admitted that out loud.

She let it linger in the air for a few moments. “Thank you. You can go and play superhero. You’ll know where to find me.” Turning away from him, she hopped back onto the bed and carried on with her sketches.

Licking his teeth and holding his breath, he looked at the ground and left the room filled with immense tension.

-

Hours. Hours passed and she hadn’t said a word to him. She watched as his phone buzzed with all sorts of supportive messages from friends and family. She sat in bed, staring at the bathroom door and waited for him to get out so she could sleep peacefully.

Lewis appeared with just his boxers on and his eyes immediately connected with hers and you could cut the tension with a knife. All he did was call her over with a tilt of his head and she was on her feet before she could even think about it. As soon as she was in front of him, his hand was splayed over her lower back and his other lifting her chin.

“What you did today…it was needed. I have to thank you for that, love.” He murmured, looking all over her face except her eyes and his thumb lightly brushing over her bottom lip.

With her mouth slightly open, he took the chance to slip his thumb into her mouth, immediately allowing her to melt into his arms. “You have to remember though, baby. You always have to remember…” He whispered, kissing her forehead.

Nadia nodding her head unconsciously, her eyes softening and just like that, she was putty in his hands.

-

AUSTIN, TEXAS

“Okay but think about it though! These cowboy boots are comfortable.” Nadia exclaimed to her friends as she leaned on the kitchen island.

Amara gave her friend the side eye. “Girl, trust me when I say you’ll regret saying all that at the end of the day.” The woman patted her face with setting powder, looking in the huge mirror just outside the kitchen.

The airbnb Tia rented for the weekend was abnormally large but it was able to fit the whole friend group in with some extra space. The sunlight shined through the floor to ceiling windows as the morning sun greeted Austin.

“The goal here was to look like a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader, Amara.” Nadia informed, her hands on her hips and her jewellery jangling.

In that moment, Natalia jogged down the stairs. “The actual goal here, besties, is to get to the track before we miss the performance or the race!” She exclaimed, fixing her dress then her hair. “Plus Andrew is saving us some bomb ass slushies.”

Nadia’s eyes widened, immediately running to her and Lewis’ room to get an alternative pair of shoes. “I feel like you should’ve mentioned that earlier, Nat!” She shouted as she bolted up the stairs.

The slushy was very refreshing under the Texan sun. The girls were right, the cowboy boots wouldn’t have worked out for the amount of walking and standing she had to do for this particular day.

Everything was going well, the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders performed so perfectly, Nadia even thought of potentially joining them one day but that seemed far fetched. The start of the race was smooth, knowing it was going to become a battle of some sort between Lewis and Charles. The guests in The 44 club were very hyped for the race and the vibes were just right.

That’s how Nadia knew something was too good to be true. Lewis had gotten on the podium with the biggest smile on his face as everyone celebrated around him. The celebrations continued into the evening, the friend group having a party of their own in the airbnb.

“I think we should come here for December, what do you think? Maybe Aspen?” Lewis asked his wife, laying his head on her shoulder as she held a smoothie in her hand, watching her friends play a board game that she checked out of a while ago.

“I’m not skiing though, I’ll watch you do your thing baby.” She smiled softly at the thought of spending Christmas with her new family.

Lewis hummed. “That’s good enough for me. Though…I might have to whisk us away somewhere special soon. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He hinted, a grin on his face that could light up the room.

“What on earth are you planning? You’re always up to something.” She giggled, barely thinking of what the surprise could be.

Miles stood up from the carpet with his phone in his hand, his jaw dropped a bit. “Mate, you got disqualified.” His usual loud voice going quiet as he showed his best friend the instagram post from F1.

All Lewis did was sigh. “I expected it. Today was going to be a bit too well with that damn car.” He scoffed in disbelief. “Maybe I should think about going red.” Lewis joked.

Nadia gasped and smacked his arm. “Lewis, you can’t say that!”

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saint’s notes: heyyyyyyyy 🧍🏽‍♀️ i hope y’all enjoyed that 🥹. love y’all always. lmk what you think!

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[cece693]

Could you an Interview with a vampire Lestat x fem reader Louis sister. She’s been sick for most of her life but the last illness that took out the rest of their family got to her. Louis tries to ease his sister’s pain while burying his own but it’s hard to. Lestat turns Louis and is curious about what he keeps in the east wing of the mansion. He sees a sleeping beauty and senses death is also watching. The reader wakes and tries to sit up to be polite/ introduce themselves, since they’ve heard from the servants her brother has brought a guest home, but Lestat turns on the charm and tells them to save their strength. Oh Louis it’s not nice to keep secrets🌹

Sleeping Beauty (Lestat de Lioncourt x GN! Reader)

tags: female reader, open-ended, Lestat being himself, dying reader, no specific Lestat in mind

The air in the east wing of the mansion was heavy with the scent of wilting flowers and fading life. Louis moved quietly, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet, the candle in his hand casting flickering shadows along the walls. He took a deep breath before he opened the door to his sister's room.

She lay on her bed like a fragile porcelain doll, the fever having stolen much of her vitality, leaving only the faintest bloom of life on her pale cheeks. She had always been delicate, sickly since childhood, but this last illness, the one that had claimed the rest of their family, had nearly taken her, too. Louis's heart ached every time he looked at her—his only remaining kin. He clutched her cold hand in his, feeling the fragility of her bones beneath her thin skin.

"Louis." she murmured weakly, her eyes fluttering open. Her voice was barely above a whisper, each breath seeming to cost her more than she had to give. "You've brought someone home, haven't you? I’ve heard the servants talking."

“Yes.” he whispered back, forcing a small, reassuring smile to his lips. “A…guest.”

Outside the room, Lestat had been observing. The subtle hints, the secrecy of the servants, the hushed tones of Louis—all had piqued his curiosity. Louis had been a deliciously melancholic creature, so careful to keep certain doors closed. But this—this was different. The east wing had been carefully avoided, like some forbidden garden Louis did not want him to tread.

Lestat pushed open the door without knocking, his presence a sharp contrast to the soft light and gentle atmosphere of the room. The air seemed to grow colder, and even the dying flickers of candlelight trembled at his arrival.

He tilted his head, his eyes sweeping over the frail figure on the bed. She was a delicate creature, her beauty untouched by the disease that sapped her life away, and yet she was fading. Lestat could almost see Death standing in the corner, an unseen visitor waiting patiently.

Louis turned sharply, his body tense, shielding his sister from Lestat’s gaze. “Leave.” he said, his voice low and strained, like a thread about to snap. But Lestat’s eyes were fixed on her. She was a curiosity, a fragile mortal soul teetering on the brink. And, like a cat with a cornered mouse, Lestat found himself intrigued.

The girl, sensing the tension, tried to push herself up, her limbs weak but her spirit evidently polite. “I’m sorry.” she began, her voice barely a breath. “I didn’t mean to not greet you properly.”

Lestat’s face softened into a smile, a beautiful yet predatory expression that seemed to steal the very air from the room. He moved closer, kneeling beside her bed with a grace that bordered on theatrical. “No need for such formalities, ma chère.” he murmured, his eyes catching hers, his tone dripping with dangerous warmth. “Save your strength. You’ll need it.”

He turned his gaze back to Louis, his smile widening with wicked delight. “Oh, Louis. It isn’t nice to keep secrets from me. Especially not such...charming ones.”

Louis’s jaw tightened, his hand trembling slightly as he held his sister’s. “This is none of your concern.”

“Oh, but it is.” His tone was softer now, meant only for their ears.“Because I can smell it—the scent of death lingering so closely here. You’ve kept her hidden away, like sleeping beauty, waiting for a fate you could neither prevent nor accept.”

Lestat’s gaze flickered to the girl, who was watching them both with a calmness that only came from years of suffering. She wasn’t afraid—no, there was something else in her eyes, a quiet acceptance, a resignation to the life she had been given.

“However, I’ll give her the same option I’ve given you.”

Louis felt a surge of panic rise within him, the very idea of his sister becoming like him—cursed with eternal life, forever tied to the darkness—was almost too much to bear. “Lestat, no.” he breathed, his voice trembling. “She doesn’t deserve this. She’s suffered enough.”

But Lestat wasn’t looking at Louis anymore. His attention was fully on the girl, his smile softening, though his eyes held the gleam of someone who saw a rare, precious opportunity. “What do you say, ma chère? Would you like to be free of this suffering? To escape the clutches of death and live beyond the reach of time?”

The room held a stillness that seemed almost alive, each second stretching longer than the last. Lestat watched her intently, his smile never wavering, yet his eyes glimmered with a secret that she couldn’t quite grasp. She was weak, teetering on the edge of life and death, and his words—his promises of a life beyond this one—were both enchanting and terrifying.

“Brother…what does he mean?” she asked, her voice trembling. “What is he offering me?”

Louis's lips parted, but no sound came out. He didn’t know how to explain it, how to tell her the truth about what he had become—what Lestat was. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each more painful than the last. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he also didn’t want her to be lured by Lestat’s honeyed words into a fate she didn’t understand.

Lestat chuckled softly, the sound almost musical. “Oh, Louis, do you see how you torture her with your silence? Your brother is worried, ma chère, but he should not be. What I offer is freedom—from pain, from weakness, from death itself.”

Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of fear crossing her face. “You speak as if…as if you’re some kind of…” She trailed off, uncertain how to finish the thought. “What are you?”

Lestat’s smile widened, his fangs glinting ever so subtly in the dim light. “Ah, now you’re asking the right questions. We are something different. Something eternal. And I am offering you the chance to join us.”

Louis stepped forward, his voice breaking with desperation. “Please, don’t listen to him. You don’t know what he means. You don’t know the cost of his offer.”

She looked between them, her breath shallow, but eyes determined. "I don't want to die, brother."

Louis's face fell, his expression a mix of despair and helplessness. His grip on her hand tightened, his desperation clear in the way his fingers trembled against her skin. “I know.” he whispered, his voice barely holding together. “I know you don’t want to die. But what he’s offering…it’s not life.”

She could feel his fear radiating from him, could see the torment in his eyes, but her own fear of death—a slow, creeping end she had felt drawing closer every day—was stronger. She had lived with the shadow of death her entire life, felt its cold breath on her neck as she lay in bed, too weak to move. She was tired of it. Tired of waiting for the inevitable.

She felt tears well up in her eyes, her heart torn between the brother she loved and the lure of a life free from suffering. She could see the anguish in Louis’s face, the way his soul seemed to cry out in protest. But she could also see the hope, the promise of something more in Lestat’s gaze.

“I want to live.”

Lestat’s smile widened, his expression one of pure, almost childlike delight. “Oh, you will, ma chère. You will.”

[the-witch-and-her-husbands]

Omega’s Day

‘Are we going to wake up your Papa? Yes we are!’ Lestat cooed to his fourteen-month old son, Lestat de Pointe du Lac-de Lioncourt, first of his name. One of the maids was following behind with a tray laden with a breakfast feast. Lestat was also holding a giant bouquet of flowers, trying not to let their son smush them. Louis was still asleep, or pretending to be.

A similar scene was taking place in Daniel’s household. He was creeping into their bedroom with a breakfast tray and a small vase of flowers. His mate was pregnant with their first child, a son. He was so proud that he had to mark the occasion for his omega.

Jil sat staring miserably out the window, curled up in a small ball. Omega’s Day, where omega everywhere would be celebrated by their Alpha for giving them offspring. She knew the reasons they didn’t have any, and yet she still felt sad. Left out. And Hannibal had risen and kissed her and gone off early somewhere. Band business, he had said. She sighed, trying not to cry and failing.

@doctorwillseeyou

[livelaughlouistomlinson]

Six months in.

Genre: Fluff

You nervously bounced your leg up and down as you checked your flight tracker for what felt like the thousandth time. You were flying out to LA to spend the weekend with Louis and couldn’t be more excited, and somewhat anxious about it.

You looked down at your outfit, leopard print jeans, and a plain black t-shirt. You had on the Adidas gazelles Louis had bought you for your birthday, and some silver jewelry you had lying around your room.

You had bought the in-flight wifi, but still couldn’t get it to work well, and knowing Louis had to be worried about you becoming suddenly non-responsive only made you more anxious.

As your flight made its rough landing, you held the back of the seat in front of you for balance. You always hated that part of flying, the most.

You waited to hear the seatbelt sign chime before turning your phone back off of airplane mode, it only took a few seconds to get numerous texts from your boyfriend who was just as excited as you were.

Lou 🩵: Can’t wait to see you love!

Lou 🩵: Oi! Did you fall asleep?

Lou 🩵: I miss you and can’t wait for you to land.

Lou 🩵: Fucking plane wifi again? 🙄

You giggled at the last text, almost hearing it in Louis voice. You noticed the lingering message bubbles appear as if he had been waiting to see when his messages would be delivered.

Lou🩵: I know you told me you would just Uber, but what kind of boyfriend would make you Uber to their place? So, I’m out front.

You worried about his last text, hoping and silently praying to yourself that he wouldn’t get recognized while he waited for you. You sent him a quick message as your flight started to empty out, letting him know you were headed to him.

You hurriedly gathered your belongings, throwing your purse over your shoulder and wheeling your Beis travel bag through the airport. You always made it a goal to make sure you didn’t arrive empty-handed and as much as Louis pretended to loathe it, he found it endearing and sweet of you.

You walked over to the flower vending machine, knowing all too well how your boyfriend not so subtly loved a bouquet. You took a minute or so to ponder over the selection before selecting a pair of blue hydrangeas, that damn near matched the color of Louis eyes.

With the flowers in your hand and bags in tow, you exited the airport and scanned the parking lot. You noticed your boyfriend’s white Range Rover almost immediately and jogged over to it. He opened the trunk as soon as he laid eyes on you, you knew he wanted nothing more than to get out to greet you but the airport was busier than you had expected.

“Hi baby” you drew out the words as he eyed you from his rearview mirror. His eyes dead set on yours as the corner of his bright blue eyes wrinkled with enthusiasm.

“Get over here love!” He chuckled, his laugh genuine with excitement. You realized he had a hat on, covering his hair but anyone who knew Louis would’ve still spotted him immediately. You chose not to burst his bubble, quickly rushing to the passenger side of the car to get in and place a kiss on his lips.

You set the flowers in your lap as your hands caressed his face. The smell of his cologne and aftershave was intoxicating and you wanted nothing more than to hurry to his place to be engulfed in it.

“Somebody must’ve missed me” he spoke matter of factly, a blush coming over his cheeks as you finally pulled away to give you both some air.

“Only every day and all the time” You playfully rolled your eyes, sitting yourself back down in your seat. The wrapping on the flowers betrayed you with a loud crinkle noise. It was only then that Louis laid eyes on them.

“For me?”

“Of course babe.”

The blush on his cheeks got more intense as he put the car in drive. The two of you had only been dating for six months but you knew him fairly well, and he wasn’t too afraid to admit that he loved that.

“I couldn’t show up empty-handed to our anniversary weekend” you teased, as you put your seatbelt on, your hand resting on his thigh as he drove.

You weren’t even sure if Louis was aware of your “anniversary” as it wasn’t something either one of you had mentioned but when you said those words he didn’t appear to be surprised.

The drive to Louis place went by quickly, the two of you talked about your flight, what you wanted for lunch, and just about everything else in between. You liked staying at Louis place, it was spacious and cozy and he always made sure to make you feel at ease.

Louis grabbed your purse and then your suitcase from the trunk, allowing you to only carry in the flowers you had bought for him.

“I can help ya know? You don’t have to be Mr. Muscles about everything. ” You teased earning a playful click of the tongue from your boyfriend as he unlocked his door with a passcode.

You followed Louis inside and immediately saw a small black bag with pink tissue paper and a heart-shaped balloon tied to it on his white marbled kitchen countertop. He placed your bags down, taking the flowers from you and placing them in the one vase he had stashed away under his sink. He was smiling cheekily at you ear to ear, placing the vase on his kitchen table before walking back over to you.

“I remembered our anniversary too. You sneaky little fucker” he let out a genuine giggle, as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, swaying the both of you back and forth.

“I didn’t think you would” you admitted staring at the small gift bag in front of you. Your eyes stung as they threatened to prick with tears.

“Yeah, you were testing me weren’t ya?” He peppered your face in small kisses, seeing you get emotional was tugging at his heart.

“Go on then!” He hopped up on the countertop beside you, to watch your face as you placed the tissue paper on the counter. He had put a lot of effort into whatever it was which made you want to cry even more.

Once you removed all of the tissue paper from the bag you were met with a small red box, your heart was practically doing backflips as you swallowed the dry lump in your throat.

Louis started to get nervous, unable to read the reaction on your face. “Now if you don’t love it, that’s okay! We can exchange it for something you do love.”

You ignored him, knowing you’d love whatever it was he decided to gift you. You opened the box to reveal a single silver Cartier bracelet, and his eyes didn’t leave you as he waited for a reaction.

“Baby, this is so sweet of you. I love it!” You looked up at Louis who was still sitting on the counter beside you. His eyes sparkled like a child on Christmas morning, he loved gifting you things because you never expected them and he knew you were appreciative of even the little things.

“Yeah? You swear?” He nervously chewed at his bottom lip as he hopped off the counter and embraced you. You sniffled into his chest as he hugged you tight.

“If you’re crying now wait until we go into the bedroom.”

You looked up at him, stifling a giggle as you put your bracelet on. “Now Tommo, what in the hell does that mean?”

Louis let out a snort, uncontrollably laughing when he realized how his statement sounded grabbing you by the hand and practically dragging you to the bedroom with him.

He had set out snacks, your favorite drinks, fresh clean blankets, and tons of pillows on his bed for the two of you. You noticed he had put one of his shirts out for you to wear as well.

“I kind of thought we could order a pizza and have a movie night. I just miss cuddling you love” he was always forthcoming with his feelings which was refreshing for you.

“You’re seriously so cute” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist. He wasted no time picking you up and carrying you to the bed.

“Cute? Just cute?” He teased as he lightly plopped you down on the bed, tickling your sides with his fingertips to make you giggle.

“Sexy, handsome, beautiful too” You knew the last statement would make him blush as it always did.

“So are we thinking of a romcom or something else?” He changed the subject as he started to scroll through movies. He always suggested romantic comedy first, his favorite genre.

“We haven’t watched the vow together! We could watch that one” You pointed to the movie featuring Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum on his giant TV screen.

“Is that the movie where she rolls the window up when he breaks wind?” The question itself was funny but Louis was being deathly serious about his question, wearing nothing but a look of disgust.

“Because she loves him so much that she wants to smell them? Yeah!” You giggled knowing he was still utterly grossed out, his nose wrinkled with disgust.

“That’s so sick!” He laughed again, feeling genuinely at peace now with you by his side and in his bed. “I’ve never met anyone who would do that in real life!”

“Bring back real lovers!” You protested with your fist in the air, earning another deep shaky laugh from Louis.

“Gross! That’s just insane really!” The look of disgust mixed with his accent made your stomach do flips, the dumb yet playful conversations always made him overly passionate.

“Note to self, do not roll the windows up when he farts.” You purposefully mumbled loud enough for him to hear knowing he would break out into a fit of giggles at the thought.

“Baby!” He covered his face in embarrassment only to realize a moment later that you might have accidentally hinted toward something.

You realized you may have said too much, and hoped he hadn’t given it a second thought.

••••

When the pizza came and the movie had just begun, Louis was unusually quiet. He couldn’t stop thinking of the silly conversation you had earlier, wondering if he was only overthinking it.

You had quickly changed into his shirt and a pair of socks to get cozy in bed. Louis changed into some comfy clothes as well.

You noticed he was picking at his food, ripping the pepperonis off, and eating them instead of just taking a bite of his pizza.

“Did I say something wrong?” Your voice came out more quiet and timid than anticipated.

Louis snapped out of his thoughts, accessing the look on your face as he scanned over your big glossy emotion-filled eyes.

“No! I’m just in my head.” He placed his plate on the bedside table beside him, motioning with his hands for you to cuddle into him.

You handed him your plate, pulling the blankets over the both of you as you crawled into his chest. He was warm for once, normally he was the one who was cold to the touch.

He let out a sigh, and it worried you, wondering where this shift came from.

“Is this because you’re wondering if I- if I love you?” You knew it was better to be direct with him.

A small nervous squeak erupted from his throat before he could answer you.

You sat up beside him, looking over at him as he shifted in bed to sit up too.

“More like I’m hoping that you do love me because I really love you too.” Louis practically said that full sentence mashed together as his nerves got the better of him.

“I do love you! I love you so much!” You were excited to finally shout it out, knowing you had felt this way for a while.

Louis was ecstatic as he took you into his arms, and planted a sloppy passionate kiss to your lips.

“This is the best anniversary yet” he mumbled between breaths.

[filthyslashertoad]

Slasher First Date Headcannons

Oh yeah guys, guess who’s adding more characters! ME!!!! So…introducing…PETER STRAHM AND… MARK HOFFMAN!!!! (air horn noises)

Also just to be clear I’m writing for lestat and Louis from the movie NOT THE TV SHOW(It’s just not that good imo)

Peter Strahm

Is a hopeless romantic that 100% believes in love at first sight.

Talks way too much and gets very passionate when sharing his own interests.

Is the type to bring you multiple different flowers because he wasn't sure what you'd like.

Prefers first dates to be at restaurants or cafes.

Mark Hoffman

Is an asshole to you the first time he meets you because he thinks that it counts as flirting?

Quickly becomes absolutely enamored by you and wants to know everything about you.

The day after he definitely finds you walking down the street and blares his sirens to get your attention and say some cheesy pickup line to ask you out on another date.

Michael Myers

The closest you're gonna get to a first date with him is him showing up at your house and eating all of your food while staring at you from a nearby hallway.

Don't expect a first date kiss, but do expect a sentimental staring contest before he leaves.

Amanda Young

Your first date was probably being in a jigsaw trap she either made for you or both of you being in the same trap. (She doesn't have much of a social life)

Quickly becomes attached to you and goes out of her way to make you survive the trap.

Bo Sinclair

Hits on you when you pass through the town and invites you to have a picnic on his lunch break(Which consists of beer, crackers, a few blueberries, beer, and hotdogs)

Tells you all about mechanic stuff and some of the prettier parts of the town.

After lunch, he invites you to go out with him if you're passing through(fixes your car for free).

Vincent Sinclair

Teaches you how to make candles and mini wax figurines. (It's harder than it looks)

Makes a tiny doll version of you and him and gives them to you.

Not much talking happens during the date(obviously) but he makes up for it with hand gestures.

Patrick Bateman

Hears one of his buddies talking about you and how beautiful you are and automatically decides he needs you to be his girlfriend.

Pulls out the nines, I'm talking Dior suit, Givenchy shoes, and he even buys new hair gel before your date so he looks as fresh as possible.

Will most likely talk almost the entire date about his accomplishments while using business jargon.

Lestat(Interview with a Vampire)

Most likely had the intention of seducing you to suck your blood but realized that you had more to you than what seemed.

Invites you to go to the opera with him and Louis but ends up taking you to a much more secluded section of the opera house.

Wants to turn you into a vampire on the first date(I don't even know what base that reaches)

Louis(Interview with a Vampire)

Isn't much of a romantic(anymore) so it's more so a deep conversation shared between the two of you in a beautiful garden.

Asks you what it's like to be human and what you admire about life.

Gives you a bouquet of his favorite roses as a surprise.

Michael Emerson

Wants to really really impress you so he takes you to a bunch of places that are "hidden" and brings a bunch of snacks. (Doesn't mind also going to see a movie)

Definitely tries to kiss you on the first date.

After your date Sam teases him all night about his crush on you.

[daisyblog]

Suspect Challenge

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Louis do the TikTok ‘Suspect Challenge’.

YN begins the video by recording Louis jogging lightly down the enclosed garden on their grandparents house.

“Suspect claims to be 5ft 9 but is really 5ft 7!”.

YN bursts into laughter behind the camera as Louis gives her an unimpressed look, as he pretends to be hurt by the teasing.

“You’re fookin’ rude!”. Louis’ run comes to a halt as he points towards his sister, waiting for her to stop laughing.

Louis now ran alongside YN as she ran down the path, looking ahead waiting for her brother to speak.

“Suspect only dates her brothers friends!”.

YN gave Louis a frown as she turned to face him, ready to correct him. “Fook off Lou…it was one friend and it’s been like thirteen years!”.

“Still me best mate though!”. Louis shrugged his shoulders as he bumped into his sister playfully.

“Suspect likes to act tough, but really he’s a big softie!”.

“Hey…that’s suppose to be a secret!”. Louis childishly stamped his foot as he and YN shared a laugh over his sarcasm.

“Oops!”.

“Suspect claims to like other singers but really only listens to One Direction!”.

YN holds her hands up in surrender. “Oh waw! What a fookin’ crime”.

“Such a fan girl!”.

“Suspect forgets the words to his own songs!”.

“Ohh give me a fookin’ break will you? How many songs do I have? Can’t remember every single one of them”. Louis chuckled loudly at his sister’s attempt of calling him out on the many times he’s forgotten the words when singing.

YN couldn’t stop herself from adding to the comment. “But your fans can remember every word to every song and album!”.

“Fook off smart ass!”.

“Suspect is obsessed with her husband!”.

“Hell fookin’ yeah I am…have you seen him…absolutely-”. YN’s face lit up with happiness as she thought about Harry.

Louis interrupted knowing YN wouldn’t stop once she started. “Yeah yeah we get it!”.

“Suspect only knows how to cook one meal!”.

“You’re jealous of me amazing cooking skills”. Louis lovingly pointed at YN. “Have you seen me chopping up a cucumber…absolute chef!”.

YN rolled her eyes at his words. “Master chef eat your heart out!”.

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[mcsstydia]

Hate you - Louis Tomlinson

prompt: your best friend's boyfriend's best friend is Louis Tomlinson. Sounds complicated, is not. Louis may be a superstar, but to you, he was just super annoying. You hate him, and he hates you. Right?

pairing: Louis x reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

word count: 2.2k

Masterlist

Another evening you had to spend with him. Louis Tomlinson. One of the world's brightest shining stars. Admired by many, loved by more. Loathed, by you.

Louis was David's best friend. And David was Madelyn's boyfriend. And Madelyn, well, she was your best friend. Madelyn was your best friend ever since 5th grade. Your paths had somehow drifted after high school because you started going to different universities, but you always stayed as much in touch as you possibly could.

Madelyn was your ride or die, no one was as important to you as she was. You would die for her. You would kill for her, even. What you really had trouble doing for her though, was spend time with Louis Tomlinson.

A month or so after Madelyn and David started dating, they wanted to introduce each other to their best friends. And what better way to do that than by simply inviting them together to a nice restaurant ? So, you went to the restaurant. Excited to really get to know David, and open to meeting whoever his best friend was.

Turns out, his best friend was star Louis Tomlinson. But that was, of course, not the problem. The problem was that he was a huge jock. He took one look at you as you walked in, and somehow decided you were not worthy enough of his conversation. He didn't speak to you the whole night. Sometimes, you found him staring at you in a weird, relentless way, but that was it as far as conversation went.

So, ever since, you couldn't stand him. But, of course, for special occasions, you had to endure his presence. Such a special occasion was today, approximately one and a half years after meeting Louis for the first time. It was Madelyn's 27th birthday, and you, as well as Louis, were going to attend her party.

''He doesn't hate you, I swear!'', Madelyn promised, a drink in hand and almost screaming as to the loud music blaring through her apartment. You rolled your eyes at her repeated statement. You hadn't believed it a year ago, and you sure as hell wouldn't believe it now. ''Mad, I promise you, it's whatever. I don't have to talk to him tonight.'', you replied, trying to sound as if the fact that he hadn't showed up yet didn't make you nervous.

You hated him, and he hated you, and you knew he would have a strong opinion about your appearance, so that's why you were nervous. Not because of him, not because of the way your body did whatever it wanted when you saw him.

As if on cue, Louis came in through the doorway into the stuffed living room you were in right now. You took a sharp breath and held it for an unusually long time. The world stopped, and spun at the same time somehow. All the noise in the room seemed to seep away although minutes ago you had to yell to be able to hear your own voice. When he scanned the room, and your eyes locked with his, was when you were finally able to breath out and look away

Your heart started pounding rapidly in your chest, and you told yourself it was because you loathed him so much. What else could be the reason, really? He's here. Okay. It's okay. You didn't have to talk to him. You didn't even have to look at him if you didn't want to.

Your gaze returned to Madelyn, and you realized you hadn't listened to a word she was saying. ''Sorry,'' you grinned sheepishly. Madelyn scanned the room to look at whereabouts of your distraction. It didn't take her long to spot him. Somehow, everyone in every room seemed to turn towards him, always. He was the sun, somehow, and all the flowers in the world turned to him to get some warmth.

''Oh,'' Madelyn said, turning back to you. ''He's here,'', she continued, eying you to assess your reaction. You willed you body to not give anything away, to not give away the hurricane of thought streams rushing through your head.

You tried to sound nonchalant. ''Yeah, I know.'', you replied. You were annoyed. Annoyed by his arrogance, annoyed by the fact that you had to see him the whole evening, as if thinking about him wasn't torture enough. You glanced at the freshly mixed drink in your hand and before Madelyn could stop you, drowned it in one sip.

Your face scrunched up at the sour and strong taste of the alcohol that just wakened up all of your taste buds. Madelyn looked at you wide-eyed, and concerned. ''Eh..'', she started, but you raised a gentle hand to silence her. You shook your head to let her know that any tries of a lecture were unnecessary.

Only half an hour later, your vision was blurry and you were sure the room was spinning just the slightest bit. You were on your way to the bathroom, another drink in hand and stumbling only slightly over your own feet.

''Bit drunk there love?'', an all too familiar voice rang in your ear. You rolled your eyes before you could even turn to look at him. You leaned against the occupied bathroom door and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

''What do you want, Louis?'', you asked, annoyance lacing your voice. His eyes traced your whole body, then he took a sip of the drink in his hand. ''Just looking out for ya'', he replied, winking. You were just about to tell him to go get lost when the bathroom door you were leaning against was opened from the inside.

For a split second, you thought your body would hit the cold tile floor of the bathroom. However, you were grabbed by two strong arms that prevented your body from losing its balance. Louis' grip was strong, but gentle, as he pulled your body a little too close to his own.

Your eyes met his and for a moment, neither of your breathed. His gaze dropped down to your lips for a fraction of a second, but you were sure it happened. What was going on here? He was supposed to hate you, and now he was looking at your lips? He must be even drunker than you were.

Louis cleared his throat and slowly let go of his grip on your body. Your eyes followed his hands as he traced ever so slightly over the skin of your arms. Your drinks must have dropped to the floor during the last few seconds. When, you couldn't tell.

''I'll....'', you started, and then turned towards the now empty bathroom. ''I'll go.'', you simply said, wanting to escape whatever situation had just occurred. You were just about to close the door when Louis appeared in the doorway, and squeezed past you into the bathroom. A bewildered look adorned your face as you turned towards him, trying to decipher what his plan of action was.

''Uhm, I was here first.'', you stated stupidly after closing and locking the door behind you. ''Just makin' sure you don't fall again.'', he countered and grinned. For what seemed like the hundredth time that evening, you rolled your eyes at him.

''Get out, will ya?'', you demanded. ''You locked the door.'' You groaned at his reply, the anger and annoyance in you rising. ''What the hell is your problem with me?'', you couldn't take it anymore, you just had to confront him. And, you know... you were drunk, so there's that.

Louis raised one of his eyebrows at you in confusion. ''My problem?'', he asked, you nodded in reply. Your hands were once again crossed in front of your chest, your frame leaning against a washing machine behind you. ''I have a problem with you?'', he inquired further. ''Uh-uh'', you nodded. ''I don't have a problem with you.'', he stated, leaning against the sink and mimicking your posture, although it seemed mocking.

''Don't mess with me, Louis. You couldn't stand me since the first time we met, and ever since, you're just fucking with me. Always dropping comments, always getting on my nerves.'', you brought out. Both of Louis' eyebrows now shot up. ''I'm getting on your nerves?'' ''God, can't you do anything except answer with a question?'', you huffed out irritated.

Louis took a step towards you, the grin never leaving his lips. ''Then why were you looking at me the whole night?'', he leaned in closely as he whispered this question, pure amusement in his eyes. You gulped. ''Because I wanted to stay as far away from you as possible.'', you replied. Which wasn't a lie, technically.

''How's that work out for ya?'', he grinned. ''I mean it, Louis.'', you found your voice, but it felt unsteady. You were too drunk to have this conversation, and at the same time not nearly drunk enough. ''You hate me.'', you stated, and you saw something change in his gaze. ''But why?'', you started sounding desperate for an answer at this point, but you couldn't stop yourself. ''Am I not pretty enough? Not interesting enough? Not dull enough to be able to fuck me and then throw me away afterwards? What have I done that's so bad that you wouldn't even talk to me?'' You let your insecurities get the better of you at this point, but you couldn't care less.

The grin was wiped from his lips, and his eyes no longer held amusement, but disappointment, sadness even. He let his arms drop to his sides, but yours stayed firmly wrapped around yourself. You were scared you would start trembling otherwise. ''You really think that?''. he asked, voice low, hesitant.

''What else am I supposed to think, hm? It's been a year since we've met and you never made the effort to get to know me, talk to me even.'', you answered. ''I didn't know how,'', he replied, voice even quieter. ''What?'', you said.

The gaze that had previously been fixed to the floor finally found yours again, making you nervous. ''I found your absolutely fascinating when we first met.'', he said, and it was all you could do to not let your jaw drop to the floor. ''But you're so educated, so smart, so well-read. I was afraid you'd find me dull.'', he continued, the thoughts racing in your head.

''I thought maybe it was just a quick feeling that would pass over time, but it didn't. I don't know why but you've been in my mind every day since we met, and it's really fucking annoying,'', he laughed, brushing a hand through his hair, not able to look at you. ''And after a while, I just figured you didn't like me, so it was easier to blame it on you.'', he said, now finally looking into your eyes again.

So many things were whirling in your brain, but you couldn't suppress a small smile forming on his lips. ''Superstar Louis Tomlinson doesn't know how to talk to a simple girl?'', you teased. He turned away, embarrassed, but you caught his wrist and tugged at it, pulling him towards you.

His yes dropped to your hand touching his, before he looked into your eyes again. The blue of his eyes was even more mesmerizing when you got to see it this close. You were building up all of your courage now, and as he hesitantly interlinked your fingers, you found just what you needed.

''I was instantly into you,'', you started, and your word choice made him chuckle. ''I was just so sure I'd never have a chance. And then you wouldn't even talk to me, so I thought I was right.'', you explained.

''Well, this must come as a big surprise to you,'', he began, and he slowly raised his other hand and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. ''But you're not always right.'', he whispered. A laugh escaped your mouth. ''You might be onto something,'', you grinned. His hand gently found its place on your cheek. For a second, you froze, but you looked into his eyes and saw it was okay to let this happen.

You slightly leaned into the warmth of his touch, all the while never breaking the comfort of his eyes locking with yours. ''Not to rush anything, but can I kiss you, darlin'?'', he asked, your heart skipping a beat at this question. You chuckled. ''Do you always ask that?'', you replied.

''No,'', he said, sounding certain and serious. ''Only you.'' You looked up at him and saw certainty in his eyes. Certainty about you, about wanting this, about everything he previously said. ''Yes, please.'', you whispered.

He slowly leaned into you until his lips finally touched yours. One hand was still cupping your cheek, the other released yours to softly grab your waist, pulling you closer into him. You willed your body to obey and tried your hardest not to sigh into the kiss.

His lips were soft, and he tasted of alcohol and cigarettes. Your lips moved perfectly against each other, and you wanted more, grabbing his shirt and pulled him impossibly closer.

A loud knock on the door interrupted you and pulled you back into reality. ''Oy, you fuckin' in there?'' a loud voice echoed through the door. Louis and you both laughed, before he placed another gentle peck on your lips. ''Do you wanna leave?'', he asked, his thumb stroking your cheek.

You arched an eyebrow at his question. ''No, I mean-'' he stammered, trying to explain himself. ''I know what you mean,'', you assured him, kissing him again. ''And I would love to.'', you grinned.