#Louis Tomlinson request

[itscoucouharry]

Can you write a fic about Louis and reader getting into an argument because they have to go out in public and she maybe feels she doesn’t look the best and Louis is just trying to be encouraging but she kinda snaps at him? Maybe she feels bad about it knowing he was just trying to help and it’s angsty to fluffy?

More Than Enough- Anon request

Thanks anon for the inspo:,)))

My masterlist is here :,)

You had been standing in front of the mirror for what felt like hours, tugging at the fabric of your dress, adjusting it in every way you could think of, trying to make it fit perfectly. But no matter how many times you pulled, smoothed, or shifted, you still couldn’t get it to look the way you imagined it would when you bought it.

It wasn’t the dress—the dress was fine. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter how good it looked, it didn’t change how you felt about yourself. You didn’t feel like you belonged in it. You didn’t feel like you belonged anywhere outside of your own room, where no one could judge you.

Tonight was supposed to be simple. Just a dinner with Louis and some of his closest friends and family—Zayn, Niall, Lottie and Lewis, and of course, Mia. You should’ve been excited. Dinner, a chance to get out, show off the look he’d picked out for you. But the idea of being in public, around people who seemed to constantly be watching him, made your stomach churn.

Louis made it look so easy. He was used to the attention, used to the paparazzi, used to being in the public eye. But you? You hated it. Every moment felt like you were being scrutinized, judged for being in the same space as him. You weren’t the kind of person who would get noticed in a crowd unless it was for all the wrong reasons. And Mia… well, you knew how she felt about you.

You let out a frustrated sigh and stepped away from the mirror, turning to face Louis. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you intently. He’d been patient as you fussed over the dress for what felt like an eternity, offering compliments, reassuring you every time you mentioned feeling insecure. But you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling the weight of every single flaw you saw.

“You look fuckin’ beautiful, love,” he said, his voice calm and gentle as he stood up and walked toward you.

You shook your head. “You have to say that. It’s your job to make me feel better.”

Louis let out a small laugh, a light smile dancing on his lips. “Nah, love. I say it ‘cause it’s true.” He came up behind you and placed his hands gently on your waist, his touch warm and comforting. “I wouldn’t tell you that if I didn’t mean it.”

You shifted slightly, trying to look at yourself again in the mirror. You didn’t feel beautiful. You didn’t feel anything close to that. You hated the way the dress hugged your body, the way you felt too big for it.

“Louis, can you just stop?” you snapped, pulling away from him, frustration bubbling to the surface.

His brows furrowed slightly. “What’s wrong?” His voice was gentle, but you could hear the confusion there, the concern.

“You don’t get it,” you muttered, turning away. “You don’t know what it’s like to feel like… this. To feel like nothing fits, like everyone’s going to be staring and judging me. Like I’m just not good enough for any of this.”

His expression softened, and he took a step toward you, but you held your hand up. “Please, just… don’t. I can’t do this tonight. I don’t want to go.”

Louis stood still for a moment, the quiet tension between you growing, before he sighed and shook his head. “Love, I—”

But you couldn’t hold it in anymore. All the insecurities you’d been hiding boiled over, and you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended.

“Louis, you don’t understand. No one like me gets to be with someone like you,” you said, your voice trembling as you spoke. “No one looks at me the way they look at you, and I’m just so sick of it. Mia doesn’t get it either. She thinks I don’t belong with you.”

Louis’s eyes widened slightly, confusion flashing across his face. “What are you talking about? Mia?”

“Yeah,” you said bitterly, turning to face him, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “Mia. She thinks I’m some… joke. She talks about me like I’m nothing, like I’m not good enough for you.”

Louis’s face darkened slightly, the confusion replaced by something else—something close to anger. But you weren’t finished.

“I heard her, Louis,” you continued, your voice quieter now. “I heard her talking to one of her friends a few weeks ago at that bar. She was going on about how you could ‘do better,’ how I’m ‘not your type.’”

Louis stood frozen, clearly taken aback, his mouth opening and closing as if he didn’t know how to respond.

“I’ve heard her say it before,” you added, your eyes filling with unshed tears. “She’s made me feel like I don’t belong. Like I’m just some… thing you settled for. And you didn’t even say anything.”

Louis’s jaw tightened, his eyes still locked on yours, but his lips pressed into a thin line. “You know I don’t see her like that. I don’t care about what she says.”

“But you didn’t even defend me,” you said, your voice breaking now. “I don’t know if you even care that she treats me like that.”

“I do care,” he said sharply, taking a step toward you. “I just didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to think she was talking about you like that. She’s supposed to be my mate, and I… I didn’t think she’d be that cruel.”

You shook your head, the ache in your chest growing with every word. “You didn’t think she’d be cruel? Louis, she was cruel. And you’re just letting her get away with it.”

His face softened, the frustration melting into guilt. “I’m sorry, love,” he said quietly, his voice low and sincere. “I should’ve seen it sooner.”

You looked away, biting your lip to hold back a sob. “I just don’t know if I can do this tonight,” you whispered. “I don’t think I can be around her, around all of them, and just pretend everything’s fine. I feel like everyone’s staring at me, waiting for me to mess up.”

Louis’s expression turned serious, but before he could respond, you both heard a voice from the living room, cutting through the air, sharp and unmistakable.

“Are ya fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

You froze.

Louis’s jaw tightened immediately. You could see the shift in his body language—the anger flaring up in an instant. He turned his head toward the door, his eyes narrowing.

“Mia,” he muttered, almost under his breath, his voice low and dangerous. “I swear to God, if she’s talking shit again—”

He didn’t finish the sentence before storming out of the room, and without a second thought, you followed him, your heart pounding in your chest. You reached the doorway just in time to see Louis standing in front of Mia, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Shut the fuck up, Mia,” Louis snarled, his voice cold and dangerous. “I’ve heard enough of your mouth.”

Mia blinked, her expression momentarily caught off guard. She was standing with her back to you, laughing at something one of the girls had said, but when Louis spoke, she stiffened, her face dropping into an unreadable expression.

“What’s your problem, Louis?” Mia scoffed, putting on an act like she wasn’t fazed.

“No, no. You’ve been talkin’ behind my back for too long, and I’m done lettin’ you get away with it,” Louis snapped, his voice rising, eyes burning with fury. “You think you can make my girl feel like shit, talk down to her, and I’m just supposed to let it slide?”

Mia’s face faltered, and she opened her mouth, but Louis didn’t give her a chance to speak. “You’re not welcome here anymore, Mia. I don’t care if you’re my mate. You can keep your nasty opinions to yourself or get the fuck out of my life. Your choice.”

The room fell silent. Mia’s face went pale as she looked between Louis and you, realizing for the first time that he wasn’t backing down.

Louis stepped closer to her, his voice low but unmistakable. “I’m not gonna let anyone treat her like that. Not you, not anyone. You’ve got no right to make her feel less than. You’re done. I’m done with you.”

Mia didn’t speak, didn’t try to argue. She just stood there for a moment, stunned, before slowly turning on her heel and walking out without another word. The door slammed behind her, and all you could hear was the sound of your own breathing, heavy and erratic.

Louis didn’t say anything at first. He stood there for a moment, his back to you, fists still clenched, his shoulders rising and falling with the remnants of his anger.

But then he turned around, his gaze softer, but still full of determination. “You good?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, I… I’m good.”

Louis stepped forward, his arms pulling you into him gently. “I’m sorry, love,” he whispered. “I should’ve done something sooner. Should’ve made it clear that no one gets to talk about you like that.”

You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace settle the panic in your chest. “I just… I didn’t think you’d ever stand up for me.”

Louis pulled back slightly, holding your face in his hands. “Don’t ever think that,” he murmured, his thumb brushing across your cheek. “I’ve always had your back. Always will.”

You breathed a little easier then, the weight lifting from your shoulders, feeling the quiet comfort of his words and presence. Maybe Mia had been cruel, but Louis had just shown you exactly how much he cared. And that was all you needed.

[justmeinatree]

hi love ! How are you ? Can you please wrote another imagine about y/n being louis fan and louis have a meet and great and He flirt w y/n and then he whispered to wait for him to get some drinking together.please theres weed too ! Thank you sm love , youre my comfort acc there 🫂 so so so hot fanfic of yours ! Thank you 💗

right so this kind of got away from me 😅 i’m not sure it’s exactly what you wanted, but my brain just kind of took off. if you wanted something different, please don’t hesitate to reach out and ask for something new ! 🫶

Word Count : 1.4k

you weren’t quite sure how you ended up here. at the bar. with louis.

actually, that’s not true. you knew exactly how it happened. you ended up meeting louis. bit of a fluke, really, as he was doing a meet and greet, and you happened to walk by. curiosity getting the best of you, you stood in line, happy to have a very quick, brief chat with him, a warm smile, and a handshake goodbye.

what you never expected, or really understood why, was upon walking away and exiting the building, to have a hand land on your shoulder in an attempt to stop you.

and what you expected even less, was to be staring back at oli, a smile on his face, shyness creeping up on his features, as you looked at him, confused, “sorry, did i forget anything ?”

“no, no,” he was quick to get out, “m’actually here to ask you something.”

and that’s the story of how you ended up in a bar with louis. seems you had piqued his interest, and he sent his friend over to tell you so. and invite you to join them for drinks later on.

which, after a few drinks in your system, the conversation seemed to flow nicely. something you were slightly shocked about, considering you were incredibly nervous, and didn’t think you’d have much in common with him.

but the more you banter, and the more time you spend with louis, the more that seems to fade. but only slightly. it was louis for fuck sake.

“s’hard to hear, wanna go outside ?” louis asks against your ear, making you nod back at him, before following the path he’s created towards to exit.

as soon as the door closes, the booming bass gets blocked away, the quietness of the nighttime making you realize how loud it really was in there.

“that’s better,” louis sighs contently, as if he was reading your mind. “alright if i smoke while we’re out here ?”

“of course,” you smile, hoisting yourself up on a ledge to sit, while louis paces slowly, fiddling with his lighter, taking the first drag. which based on the smell, was not a regular cigarette like you had originally imagined.

“want some ?” he laughs, “see you eyeing it. don’t have to be shy, can just ask.”

“sorry,” you bite your lip, heat rising to your cheeks, a bit embarrassed that you’d been caught staring. “yeah, i think i’d like some,” you nod, hoping that the weed would help to loosen you up a little more than the alcohol had been.

“here,” louis smiles, stepping up towards you, hand extended to you to pluck the joint from between his fingers. “and there’s nothing to apologize for.”

“sorry,” you say again, a giggle rising from your chest, as more heat prickles your cheeks. christ, you were so awkward. “think m’just a bit nervous around you.”

louis leans against the wall that you’re sitting on, staying fairly close to you, without actually touching, his eyes looking up to catch yours. “i make you nervous ?”

you nod, handing him the joint back, starting to feel the prickly high, thankful that your nervousness was waning because of it. “i don’t know how to be around you. m’not really sure why you’d get oli to come fetch me in the first place,” you chuckle. “feels like i don’t really belong here.”

louis splutters around his puff, coughing some smoke out of his lungs, shaking his head, as he catches his breath, “hope i’m not making you feel that way. i want you here,” he murmurs, hand tentatively landing on your knee, flicking his eyes to yours again, making sure the touch was okay. 

“why on earth would you want me ?” you laugh, “nothing special about me.”

“now that’s not true at all,” louis tuts at you, handing you the joint again, letting you finish it off. “so far, you’ve been way more interesting to talk to than any of the idiots in there,” he hums, thumb pointing back over his shoulder, towards the door to the bar. “you’re also much prettier than any of them,” he adds a bit shyly, looking for your reaction again.

but he’s met with a simple chuckle, roll of your eyes and a slightly playful huff, “you brought a bunch of guys with you, i’d be slightly offended if you didn’t think i was prettier than them,” you answer sarcasm dripping from your tone.

“don’t take compliments well do you ?” he mutters to himself, making a show of pondering for a moment, “not gonna make my job easy, if i want to flirt with you.”

you can feel your eyes bulge out of you head, your heart stopping cold for a moment. did you just hear that correctly ? “fuck, how stoned are you ?”

louis laughs, shaking his head, taking a step away from the wall to stand in front of you, “gonna make it real hard, i see.”

“stop saying shit like that,” you giggle bashfully, hiding your face in your hands, “why would you even want to flirt with me ?”

a moment later, you can feel louis’ hands wind their way around your wrists, pulling your hands gently from your face. the soft brush of his fingertips against your sensitive skin sending a shiver down your arms. his eyes meet yours, a smile quirking up the corner of his mouth, “there she is. beautiful girl. might not have known you very long,” he chuckles breathily as it’s literally been a matter of hours, “but i’ve already learned that you’re incredibly kind, sarcastic, sweet, playful, happy,” he coos, “all things that make me want to know more. that make me curious to see who you are.”

he’s taken your breath away. he took the time to watch you, to see you interact with others, with himself, to find out what kind of person you actually are. and he’s managed to do it in a matter of hours. while drinking and smoking, mind you. something that others haven’t been able to do in much longer timeframes. and for some reason, your trauma filled brain is just not buying it.

“m’just being a good person,” you shrug, “there’s nothing to it really, nothing to admire,” you reply, watching louis’ eyes roll again.

“m’gonna have to work real hard,” he coos quietly.

when did he get so close ? when did you heart start beating so fast ? when did you start feeling his breath fanning across your skin ? when did his fingertips reach for your cheek in a soothing glide ? when did you become so mother fucking enamoured ?

“wanna have the opportunity to get to know you more,” he murmurs, mouth so close to yours. “and to kick the ass of whoever made you unable to see how much there really is to admire.”

“louis,” you puff out, eyes locked on his, breath caught in your throat. he knew just what to say. and maybe for once, you actually wanted to give into it. maybe it was your opportunity to give someone a real chance. maybe, just maybe, he’d be the one to break down that wall of protection you’ve so eloquently built around yourself. 

“will you let me ?” he whispers, his mouth even closer. so much so, you can almost feel the movement of his lips as he speaks. “will you let me get to know you more ?”

“m’scared to get hurt,” you admit quietly, your gaze leaving his, flicking down in slight shame. “what if you regret getting to know me ?”

louis shakes his head, eyes softening as he looks over your features, because now he really wants to hurt whoever it was that hurt you so badly. his fingertips glide along your jaw to your chin, getting your attention again. “how could i possibly like you less, if i know you more ?”

you bite your lip, a warm heat spreading through you, forcing a smile on your lips. one you couldn’t hold back even if you tried. “those are song lyrics,” you giggle quietly.

“yeah, so what ?” he laughs softly, his nose fluttering against your own. 

“so, i hate that it’s working,” you bite your lip, resting your forehead against his.

louis hums happily, eyes fluttering shut, the hand that was resting on your knee, now working its way slowly up your thigh to your hip, “really wanna kiss you right now.”

“i won’t stop you.”

……

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[livelaughlouistomlinson]

Birthday Jet Lag.

Genre: Fluff

A/N: I apologize for the delay, I got major writers block with this one.

Louis shuffled around in bed, the jet lag was unfortunately winning and he couldn’t get his sleep schedule to cooperate.

You on the other hand had been up for hours, quietly scrolling on your iPad with your AirPods in when you finally noticed he had opened one sleepy eye to peer up at you.

His hair was a mess, the navy blue floral duvet was up to his ears and he would hate it if you said it out loud but he looked rather adorable.

“Morning bubby” you spoke quietly knowing he was only half awake.

“Morning love” his voice was rough and scratchy, and you knew by the sound of it that he was going to fall back asleep in no time.

You placed your iPad down on the bedside table, taking your headphones out as you scrunched back down into the bed to lay closer to him.

“How long have you been up?” His words were slurred, and his eyes closed as you lightly massaged his scalp with your nails.

“About an hour” you lied, knowing he’d feel bad if he knew it had really been three. You had spent that time planning the finishing touches on his birthday surprise with Lottie and his other younger sisters so you weren’t complaining about his absence.

“You’re not handling the time change very well baby, are you?”

He scoffed at your reporting the obvious, raising his eyebrows in response, keeping his eyes shut tightly.

“Resisting the urge to be a smart ass? Woah! You really are exhausted!” You teased knowing he’d get a chuckle out of that.

Louis let out a soft laugh knowing you were right. He hadn’t been home in over two months, spending a ton of his time in California before heading home to Donny for the holidays.

“Can I go back to bed or do we have plans today? I can’t remember” he groaned, shuffling around in bed with a shiver. He was always freezing even when you were practically sweating.

“We have dinner tonight with your sisters but that’s not for another few hours” you giggled to yourself knowing he hadn’t waited for you to answer as a small snore erupted from him.

••••

Dinner had come and went with Louis siblings, it was always a fun time plus Lottie was an amazing cook so no complaints there. You came from a small family so it was always nice to be around them, and they were of course very welcoming.

Once Louis fell asleep you, Lottie, Daisy, and Phoebe decorated the living room with red and gold balloons, a black and white birthday banner, and some gold confetti spread across the table.

Lottie had hidden his custom birthday cake in the fridge you had in the garage, knowing he wouldn’t look in there. You had ordered him a Formula 1 cake, knowing he’d geek out about it brought a smile to your face.

You had a day full of surprises for him and without his sisters there was no way you’d be able to pull anything off, so you made sure to profusely thank them before they left for the night.

••••

The next day was Christmas Eve, but most importantly it was Louis birthday. He never made a fuss about it, his birthday always being understandably overshadowed by the holidays but this year was much different and you wanted his day to be the focus.

You had a chef come around eight in the morning to prepare breakfast, knowing you’d be able to nudge him awake around nine or so.

Louis mumbled something inaudible under his breath as you shook him awake.

“You can’t be grumpy on your birthday baby” you giggled as he let a smirk wash across his face. You had crawled on top of him, lying gently on his chest as you watched his pretty blue eyes flutter open.

“I’d argue that’s the one day I get to be grumpy!” He threw his hands up in protest before stretching in bed, you knew he was only joking by the smirk on his face.

“Happy birthday handsome” you peppered his face in kisses, counting to thirty-three for dramatic effects.

“Actually, Merry Christmas Eve” he mumbled back making you giggle.

Just then you heard a clanking sound coming from the kitchen and Louis practically jumped out of his skin, defensively squeezing your thigh.

“Easy tiger!” You giggled as you sat up, still straddling his hips. “I have a surprise for you in the kitchen.”

It didn’t take long for him to get up and follow you into the living room, his eyes wide as he saw the decorations both you and his sisters had set up.

“When did you do all of this?”

“When you were snoring last night.” You tickled his side before continuing “I can’t take all the credit, your sisters helped me.”

“You’re so cute love” he smiled, awkwardly waving to the chef in the kitchen. “This means a lot to me” he confessed a glint in his eyes.

“I just wanted today to be about you and only you for a change. Plus if you’re happy about this wait for your cake.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek, before lightly fixing his unruly hair.

A giant smile spread across his face knowing you probably had several tricks up your sleeve for the remainder of the day.

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LOUIS TOMLINSON All Of Those Voices Global Screening in LA

[yourimagines]

What he likes about you Fluff

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: That you come up for yourself, your not afraid to tell people your opinions.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: Your lips, they way they feel when he kisses you, the way you bite down on your lip when he makes you all shy, the way you smile.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: He's like to be the big spoon but also the small spoon, he just loves to cuddle you.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Going out, drink and have fun.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He knows how to communicate with his emotions, he isn't afraid to cry or show he's a bit angry but he would never harm you no matter what.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: Yes, he wants children, he wants them with you and he's already a father and would love to be a family with you.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: He loves to spoil you, he doesn't care what others think about it, he gives whatever you want. He orders stuff what you placed in your wish list, surprising you with it. He also brings you your favorite snacks from the store.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: Always holds your hands in public but also when your laying together, cuddling.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: He would freak out, he already lost to many people he loves, he would be angry at himself for letting this happen to you.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: He loves to joke around, giving you sarcastic remarks or saying the obvious things, he likes to see you laugh and rolls your eyes at him.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Pecking you lips when you talk to him, or just holding your face and just kissing you deeply.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: Always texting you or calling when he's away, Saying ever day he loves you, asking you you feel. He's always checking in on you, He cares to much that it hurt him sometimes.

M = Memory, favorite memory together: Meeting his family, seeing how much he loves them and how much they love him. The pranks and the fun that day, they all loved you and he fell even more in love with you but that day taught you sometime that life is too short and you better enjoy it.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Losing you, he already lost so many people in his life. He needs to check in with you every day, he needs to know your okay.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: His sarcasm, he's also sarcastic with you. You don't mind and sometimes you get him back at his own games.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Love and darling.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: Spending time with his family, enjoying life and loves to stay at home and just enjoy each others presence.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: My blood from twenty one pilots. You both would do anything for each other, you cheer him up and he does the something with you. When you hear this song it reminds you of him, doing anything for you because he loves you.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tells you everything, how he feels, what he saw on the road. He has no secrets for you.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: It took a while, he was afraid and unsure about himself, till one of his sister said he should asked you to be his before he's actually to late.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: He tries to understand but sometimes he just doesn't get it. He always tries to cheer you up and give you some advice and just be there for you, it pains him when he can't help you and cheer you up.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He's proud you stick up for yourself, he even says to to his fans to not mess around with you because your just like him.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: He would be proud and joins you, he always has your back and would punch anyone who wants to hurt you.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows they way you react if somethings wrong, he knows when you love something or when your angry/hurt.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: Somewhere private at a holiday trip.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: knowing your okay, makes him feel calm. knowing your safe and happy with him.

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request: camila cabello + louis tomlinson (like or reblog) 🌙

[tomlinsonedits]

Cabaret Vert Festival, Charleville Mézières, France (August 18th, 2024) © Joshua Halling

[pariswithzouis]

I made a new harry bot :)

You’re his celebrity rival, and the both of you had just found out that you both will need to collaborate.

I used the prompts that @tpwkmadeline does/use. So big big shout out to them for sharing! Thank you so much!

This may be my favourite bot I ever made so I hope you guys love it<3

[niallerspayno]

One Direction Imagine/Oneshot Requests Temporarily Closed!

Requests closed while I work on those that have been sent through!

Taking requests for the following:

Liam Payne

Niall Horan

Louis Tomlinson

Zayn Malik

Harry Styles

One Direction

Can also do love triangles or platonic oneshots with a mix of them as well

Open to most topics and genres🩵

[justmeinatree]

i feel like i don’t see enough louis one shots and it’s criminal😭

could you possibly do a one shot where the relationship between louis and reader is forbidden like reader is one of the boy’s sister and forbids anyone dating her etc. and they sneak around and almost get caught?

love reading your work!!🩵

@tommomylove91

you know what ? it IS fkn criminal !! these requests were mixed together .. they both just seemed to flow together too nicely ! hope you both enjoy ✌️

TW : alcohol consumption, smutty-esque

Word Count : 2k

“fuck do you think you’re doing ? someone’s gonna see,” louis exclaims, pushing your hand away.

you were out celebrating niall, your brother’s, birthday. you were excited when he had asked you to join him and his friends, always having had such a crush on louis. and you knew he’d obviously be there.

ever since the day you’d met him, so many years ago now, when the band was formed, there was an intense attraction between the two of you. and well, tonight, with the amount of alcohol coursing through your bloodstream, and the unquestionable amount of luck you’d gotten with the seating arrangement, your drunken mind decided to have a little fun.

what you didn’t know is that, as much as louis wanted nothing more than to bend you over the table, and fuck to hell anyone who sees, niall had forbade any of his bandmates from even coming close to hitting on his sister. now, that may have been a promise that louis made well over 10 years ago now, but it does still remain. and he can’t say he totally blames niall. couldn’t imagine any of those lads trying their luck with any of his sisters. knows what those guys are like, and he would not second guess sending his fist into their jaw if they did anything to his siblings.

but with a buzz induced fog, damn all those rum and coke’s, you don’t really care about louis’ warning, your hand softly trailing from his knee, following the inseam of his pants, slowly gliding up his inner thigh, occasionally squeezing into his clothed flesh.

and well, louis was only human, his resolve slowly fading with the continuous sips of his vodka and sprite. he can feel the interest springing in his cock, his heartbeat starting to accelerate. he wants you. wants you more than he’ll ever admit to you. or to anyone, really. but niall’s right across the table, and your arm’s suspicious stretch over to louis’ lap isn’t quite as subtle as you probably think.

“c’mon love,” he groans, hastily moving your hand away as it’s gotten fairly close to touching a certain hardening appendage that’s tenting louis’ pants. “the others will see. seriously what’s gotten into you ?” he murmurs quietly against your ear, in an effort to keep the conversation to a low volume.

a shiver runs down your spine, louis’ warm breath hitting your neck and ear, the heat shooting straight down to your pussy, getting wetter and wetter by the moment. you bite your lip, your shoulders relaxing into an almost slump, as you look over at him, need evident, no, screaming, at him through your gaze. “i can’t resist you anymore,” you whisper embarrassingly, your cheeks warming at your confession, as your hand darts out to touch his leg again, fingers gripping into the meat of his thigh.

“louis !” niall shouts at him, “you’re not even fuckin listening mate,” he shakes his head. “fuck are you two on about over there anyway ?”

louis’ head snaps quickly to face niall, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips, shaking out his hair, as his brain gets snapped back into the reality at hand, “sorry mate, sorry. you know how annoying your little sister can get,” he chuckles, no malicious intent evident in his tone, clearly needing an excuse. and honestly, it wasn’t all that far from the truth, with the amount of times your hand ends up on him. “what was it you were saying ?”

you huff, leaning back in your chair, arms crossing over your chest for a moment, before reaching out for your drink again, taking a few sips, throwing your leg over your knee, your foot now rubbing up and down louis’ calf. 

it was more subtle, which louis was thankful for, especially as he attempted to keep his cool and have a full blown debate with niall and deo. but as your heel gets slid off, and your toes make contact with the end of his pant leg, he can feel you sliding up his calf, skin to skin. you were so warm, leaving a trail of fire as you work your way higher up, close to reaching his knee, and for a moment, he was cursing himself for having worn sweatpants instead of jeans.

“stop,” he groans with more vigour against your ear, as niall and deo delve deeper into the debate, knowing that his request will surely be falling on deaf ears, apparently doing as you please, without much regard for anyone else tonight.

you turn yourself more towards louis, your back practically facing the table, murmuring against his ear, “and what if i dont ?” quickly taking his earlobe between your teeth, and tugging.

louis’ swift to bite his lip, holding down the moan that’s threatening to escape, his hand shooting out, nails digging into your hip, from under the table, as a form of warning. he cannot get caught. especially not on niall’s birthday. it would ruin it for him, and louis’ not about to let that happen.

“fuckin christ, y/n, leave louis alone,” niall snaps at you, shaking his head, adding playfully, “don’t make me separate you two.”

you turn back to face the table, rolling your eyes at your brother, “m’not doing anything you wanker.”

niall flips you off, a smirk pulling at his lips, knowing that you wont take him seriously for a second, before getting up and taking everyone’s drink orders, heading off to the bar for another round.

louis turns to you, the others at the table not paying so much attention, “fuckin hell, love,” he groans, “you’re going to get us both in trouble. niall’s not that stupid, he’s surely reading right through this.”

“have you met him when he drinks,” you giggle, “s’not gonna remember anything. but if it’s more privacy you want, meet me in the bathroom in a few minutes.” and with that, you stand, not waiting for any form of confirmation, heading off to the washroom.

you head down the hallway, going into the bathroom, leaving a small crack in the door, hoping to see louis coming by, in search for you, very soon. your resolve was waning, and if he wasn’t going to come back here in the next few minutes, you’d shimmy your underwear off and take matters into your own hands.

your patience was thankfully not tested tonight, as a moment later, you notice louis, making you pop your head out of the door, and beckoning him over. he checks his surroundings quickly, making sure no one’s paying attention, before slipping into the washroom, clicking the door locked behind him.

instantly, your hands grip into his shirt, right over his chest, pulling him closer to you. but louis’ quick to grip into your wrists, stopping you dead in your tracks, tutting at you, “m’not here to hook up with you. you’re drunk aren’t you ? there’s no way you’d be doing this if you were sober.”

you look up at him, sadness mixed with need mixed with years of pent up arousal and want, biting your lip as you hum, “i wouldn’t be doing this sober,” you admit. “but it’s not because i dont want to, it’s because i wouldn’t have the courage to.”

“love,” louis sighs, feeling your hands slide from their perch in his chest, down to his hips, pulling him closer, in a silent plea. “i can’t do that to niall. he’s like a brother to me, he’d fuckin kill me.”

“well, he’ll have to go through me first,” you huff, pressing him against you, feeling his stiffy. “what is it you want ?”

you can see louis’ determination diminishing, his hand gently cupping your jaw, thumb rubbing against your cheek, trailing over the plushness of your bottom lip, “wanna do this,” he hums, leaning in, and pressing his lips to yours, because, really, fuck it all. he’s a saint for having resisted you so long anyway.

a groan instantly works its way up from your chest, hands instinctively gripping into his soft hair, holding him as close to you as you can.

you moan breathily, your mouths fighting for dominance, a decade of pent up attraction finally finding its way to the surface. with louis’ one hand against your jaw, the other gripped tightly into your hip, he begins to walk you backwards, your back hitting into the wall, his hips rolling against yours, a moan leaving his lips at the friction his cock has been desperately craving since your hand first made contact with his thigh.

“you’ve no idea how long i’ve wanted this,” louis whispers against your mouth, his teeth biting into the flesh of your bottom lip, as he grips your thigh, throwing it over his hip, giving himself much better access to grant you some pleasure as well.

the newfound angle makes you whimper, your breath picking up, losing yourself into louis. your fingers scratch at his scalp, foot digging into his bum to hold him close, closer. 

your cunt was an absolute mess, clenching around nothing, your panties completely soaked through, clit throbbing for attention, fumbling your way to try and discard his pants.

“christ, not here, darling,” louis groans, hips bucking instinctively into your touch, his lips working their way over your neck, finally getting a taste of your skin, something he’s begrudgingly withheld himself from for so long. “make it so hard to resist you,” he moans, nipping at your sensitive skin, where your neck meets your jaw. “you’re so fuckin gorgeous, and you know it don’t you ? always teasing me, fuckin gagging to get into my pants, christ, look at you.”

you whimper louder, tugging on him, needing him, craving absolutely any form of touch at this point.

you’re both quickly startled, frightened as you’re both caught off guard, a loud knock rasping against the door, “louis, you in there ? have ya seen my sister ?”

“fuck,” he whispers too quietly for niall to hear, adding louder, “yeah, m’here. haven’t seen her though mate.”

you both wait, holding your breath, hearing niall mutter a curse under his breath, the faint thumping of his footsteps retreating.

“fuckin hell,” louis groans exasperated, his heart about to burst out of his chest.

your eyes were closed, forehead pressed against louis’ chest, shaking your head, “that was way too close.”

“we can’t do this here,” louis murmurs sadly, catching sheer disappointment plastered across your features, as you roll your head back against the wall, needing a breather, knowing full well that your chance has flown out the window.

and for a moment, louis feels his heart squeeze. he can’t leave you high and dry, and quite honestly, doesn’t want to hold back from you anymore. he’s pretty sure he could take niall anyway, if the day ever comes. “think you can hold it together ? just a little longer,” he murmurs softly, lips pressing a soft, comforting kiss into your chin. “we can sneak off together later, smuggle you into my uber,” he chuckles breathily, “do this alone. no brother to get in the way.”

and if the way your face lights up was anything to go by, louis can bet that he’ll be having the best night he’s had in a long while.

Part 2

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Masterlist

[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.

[hl-obsessed]

for @justthinkingaboutlouis 💕✨

🟧 ✖️ 🦋 <<< social media links

[delicatepointofview]

— Louis on how Chilean fans stand out from other crowds (CNN Chile, April 2024)

[yourimagines]

Hello, I saw you write for multiple fandoms and I was wondering if you also write for one direction or 5SOS, if so it would be lovely

Thank you!

Yes I do, I grew up with those two bands 🙈

Loving you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Swearing, Sadness, A Hint Of Smut And Fluff

Y/n POV

It was Saturday night and the kids were just in bed asleep. Louis was outside in our backyard, smoking a cigarette. “Hello handsome.” I said as I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his torso. “Hello Love.” He laid one of his hands over mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Are they in bed?” He asked as he took a drag from his cigarette. I nodded against his back and closed my eyes. “Yes, they were tired and fell asleep immediately.” I was tired as well from all the things that were going on right now in our lives. “You okay love?” I nodded and held him close to me. “Yeah…just a bit tired.”

Louis was a bit concerned about me so he guided me back inside, laying me down on our couch and grabbed my blanket. “Here, I’ll make you a cup of tea.” He gave me my blanket and walked away to make me a cup of tea. I smiled to myself and snuggled up in my blanket. “We can watch a movie or something.” I said as I got comfy on the couch. “Whatever you want darling.” He said as he walked into the room, bringing me a cup of tea. “Okay, then sit down and cuddle with me Lou.”

I was laying against his chest as his arm was wrapped up around me. “Liam wants to come over next week.” I looked up at him, he had a twinkle in his eyes. “Really?” He nods and moves his hand up to my head and went through my hair. “Yeah, he’s the only one that actually shows up and wants to be friends.” He sounded sad and hurt by the fact that nobody else wanted to see him or even talk to him. “I know it sucks but that’s life. They all have their own life’s and sometimes it just happens that you grow apart from each other. But that doesn’t mean they don’t want to be friends anymore.” I was looking at him as my hands went slowly over his chest, trying to let him know that it’s okay to feel sad about it. “I know, I’m not angry at them just a bit disappointed about things went.”

Louis POV

She was right, we all grow up and sometimes you lose people even if you don’t mean to. “So Liam wants to come over with his son Bear.” She nods and smiles at me. “Sounds good, they like each other already.” I moved closer and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I love ya.” Her noise wrinkles as she starts to smile shyly at me. “I love you.” She says as she gives me a peck on my chin, just missing my lips. “I missed.” She giggles softly as I kissed her. “I’ve got you covered love.”

—— one week later ——

Liam was over with his son and his girlfriend, y/n was inside to grabbed us something to drink as the kids were playing in the backyard. “Did you hear about Zayn.” Liam said to me as I was watching the kids. “No, what about him?” I turned my head to look at him. “He wants to be friends again, with all of us.” I was surprised to hear that, I know Zayn had a terrible time in the band, especially the last few months. “Did he really said that?” He nods and grabs his phone. “Yeah, I’ll show you. He said it yesterday in an interview.” I moved closer to Liam to look at his phone. “He says it right here.” He played the video and I made me feel a bit nostalgic, remembering how it was before the band ‘split up’. “He’s looking good tho.” Liam said as I watched the video. “Yeah…good for him.”

Liam went back home with his son and his girlfriend. I helped y/n to clean up some dishes as our kids sat quietly on the couch, watching some cartoons. “Liam showed me a video today about Zayn doing an interview.” I opened the dishwasher and she placed the glasses on the rack. “Really, what was it about?” She looked up at me and stopped. “Lou are you okay?” I nodded and awkwardly coughed, trying not to cry. “Yeah…he wants the band back together.” My hand went up to my face and rubbed my face. “Tell me, how do you feel about this?” She walked over and wrapped her arms around me. “Shit….I-I don’t know. I feel a lot right now.” She nods and just hugged me. “I know, it’s okay to feel like this.”

Y/N POV

He wrapped his arms around my middle and nuzzled his head in my neck. “I waited two years for them…” his voice cracked and I gentle squeezed him, holding him tighter. A muffled cry was heard and his arms immediately pulled me tighter against his body. “It’s okay.” I gently rubbed his back as he started to cry. “I fucking hate feeling like this….” He mumbled against my shoulder. “I know you do but it’s okay.” He slowly lifted his head back and wiped his face. “I’m such a loser.” I shook my head and placed a soft kiss on his chin. “You’re not a loser, stop beating yourself up for being a human being.” He sighs softly and wrapped one arm around my shoulder. “I focking love ya.”

Louis just put our kids in bed as I was making myself ready to go to bed as well. “They are asleep.” He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on my shoulder, looking at me through the mirror. “So beautiful.” I blushed and he moved his hands over my body. “I’m so lucky to have you my love.” He placed a trail of kisses over my shoulder while holding me close against his warm chest. “You always say that but I think I’m the lucky one.” I slowly turned around and kissed him. He immediately kissed me back, pressing my body into his. My hands went over his naked chest as he deepens the kiss, pushing my back against the sink. “Louis…” I softly whispered against his lips. “Yeah..?” He pulled back and gently touched my face. “Let’s go to bed.” I gently squeezed his biceps and he lifted me up. “Whatever you want love.”