#THERE SURE WAS !!! it’s from niall 🥰🥰

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NIALL SENT ME A HOODIE TO CELEBRATE THE ANNIVERSARY OF HEARTBREAK WEATHER !! SCREAMING !!!

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Traditional - Extra VIII

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Warnings: it was requested our MC be jealous again. Feelings of inadequacy. There are also some mentions of smutty topics. Otherwise, pretty fluffy. As of 10/14/24 I've added a bonus scene as well. It's at the bottom of the post update 🥰

Summary: At a fancy event, she can't help but think about how out of place she feels in Harry's life. Especially when the person he's dancing with is so gorgeous.

Harry can't believe she's so lovely and all his.

Harry was across the room looking like a James Bond character in his tux. He looked so effortlessly handsome and cool. Like he went to these things daily. It was impossible to tear her gaze away from him and she could barely make out the pretty smile on his mouth from so far away.

“Hey,” Louis’ voice was matched with a hand on the small of her back. Finally pulling her from her staring contest with someone who didn’t even know she was staring.

“Hey,” she smiled politely. “You look good.”

“I always look good,” he reminded her with an eye roll and pecked her cheek. “You look stunning,” he smiled sweetly. “Can’t believe Harry let you wear anything with that much cleavage.”

She snorted. “Harry would never tell me I can’t wear something,” she rolled her eyes. “I also wore a jacket until after we got here,” she explained.

Louis laughed and guided her toward the bar. “Thanks for inviting us.”

“Of course,” she shrugged one shoulder. “I’m sorry El’s not feeling well.”

“I know,” he pouted. “I’m not to tell her about any of the hors d’oeuvres,” he smirked.

She smiled. “We can probably put some aside for her,” she shrugged.

“You really planned all this?”

“Not really. I met with the person that planned it.”

Louis took in the spacious ballroom in one of the fanciest hotels in the city. There were wealthy people from all over schmoozing and donating like money meant nothing. It was inspiring they were so generous, but still terrified her a bit about how many digits probably floated in their bank accounts. Louis was still admiring the décor, the fancy place settings, the centerpieces that she made sure looked right the night before during the set-up phase. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she nodded appreciatively. “I hope it’s successful.”

Louis gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Your brother would be so proud,” he assured her. There was a tug in her chest and a sting in her eyes. She swallowed, nodding silently and didn’t say anything else. Didn’t want Louis to say anything else either. “But he wouldn’t have let you leave the house with that much cleavage either.”

She snorted again and shook her head. “I don’t see you complaining.”

“I may have the hottest girlfriend on the planet, but I can appreciate a plunging neckline with the rest of them,” he winked and grabbed two wine glasses from the bar top. “Where’s Harry?”

They meandered to another tall table setting their drinks down after sipping. “He’s been chatting with clients, business owners, old friends, etc...” she shrugged. “I’ll be lucky if I get one dance with him.”

“Well, his loss then,” he smiled. “Guess I’ll have to be your dance partner.”

“I’m really glad you’re here, Lou,” she sighed with relief. “I’ve... I’ve kind of been dreading this.”

He shook his head. “It’s stunning, love. Beautiful. You did an amazing job, and I know Harry will be thanking you with sexual favors later tonight.”

“Jesus,” she blushed and sipped her glass. She glanced across the room again and found him staring at her. Her heart skipped a beat. It was so stupid. She lived with the man for God’s sake. But his eyes scanning her made her feel warm all over. She waved briefly. His smile grew.

Louis nodded at him, and he nodded in response. It seemed they were finally over her broken arm. Although she was certain Harry would never forgive himself as much as Louis would never forgive him. But at least they could talk again. “Where’s Niall?”

She sighed. “Last I saw he was hanging out by the food line.”

“The food line? What are we waiting for? You told me about the menu, I’ve been dreaming about mini cheeseburgers. Classy place like this? They’re going to be the most amazing thing I’ll ever eat.”

She giggled and grabbed her glass. Louis followed behind her. “I think that was a bit selfish of me, but I haven’t heard a complaint yet.”

*

Harry was still wandering about and chatting with everyone but her. It was his job, but she missed him. She wanted to ogle him up close with how handsome he was. She and Louis played a gossiping game making up stories about couples they saw. It was dramatic and would give any soap opera a run for their money.

“Hey Louis,” Niall’s own rounds finally landed them at their table. “Enjoying?”

“It’s perfect.”

“Told you darling,” he winked and gave her shoulder a squeeze. She sipped her drink looking around for her boyfriend and not seeing him. “Do you want to dance, love?” Louis asked.

“I think Harry’s on the floor,” Niall said sipping the final remnants of his own drink. Her heart fell.

“He is?”

Niall frowned. “Yeah, sorry. I... It’s just a business thing. Ya know?”

She nodded feeling slighted that someone else got to dance with her sexy boyfriend. It was bound to happen. But she was hoping she would have gotten the first dance at least. “Well, fortunately, she’ll be free to dance with the hottest man here,” Louis smiled, grabbing her hand, and twirling her once into his embrace. She laughed, shaking her head and made her way to the dance floor with Louis. At least her best friend was there to keep her mind from thinking about how Harry was dancing with someone else.

*

“I’m sorry I gotta leave you alone, love. I don’t want to leave El alone while she’s feeling poorly for so long,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his head.

She shook her head. “Don’t worry. Tell her I hope she feels better. And that she likes her treats.”

“She’s lucky she doesn’t know mini cheeseburgers were on the menu, I’ll eat them in the car.”

“Louis Tomlinson, don’t you dare. I will ask her about them specifically.”

He kissed her cheek and winked at her. “See you, babe. Have a good night.”

Once more, alone with her thoughts and only able to stare at Harry from afar, she grabbed another drink from the bar and headed to the middle of the tables hoping it would give her the best view to find her boyfriend. The night was a little more than halfway over, but it seemed like it would continue forever.

She took her phone out of the pocket of her dress. An absolute must for an event of this caliber. She looked over her to-do list for Monday. Sent a few emails. Researched a couple articles. They were supposed to clean the house tomorrow which seemed dreadful after a long night like this. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she slept in a little. But when was the last time they slept in?

Harry loved her so much. She knew it. She felt it when he spoke, when he moved, when he bought her anything and everything she wanted without so much as blinking or thinking about what it meant to her.

But the jealousy that hit her like a truck when her gaze caught sight of him dancing with a woman around their age made her want to throw up. It made her feel so inadequate and she knew she wasn’t. Harry insisted. But it hurt. It hurt so much, and it wasn’t even something she needed to worry about or feel. Harry loved her so much.

“Hey, darling. Working again?”

She blinked, grateful for the distraction. “Yeah,” she shook her head hoping Niall didn’t see the way her gaze snapped away from Harry across the room. Was her face flushed? Was Niall going to notice? She worried she would cry if he said something. She did not need to make a scene. “Just a lull, ya know? No one is really talking to me,” she laughed softly.

“Lucky you. I’m reaching my quota of human interaction.”

“Do you want to dance?” She asked, hoping that if she could find a spot on the dance floor away from Harry, it would make her feel better.

“Make Harry jealous? Absolutely,” he held his hand out for her to take and she rolled her eyes with another shake of her head. Niall’s right hand found the small of her back, the left clutched her right and pressed it to his chest. Her free hand rested on his arm.

“Are you a ballroom dancer in your free time Niall?” She asked as he guided her around the floor. He chuckled and smiled.

“I wasn’t kidding, it’s really hot to know how to dance. The ladies love it,” he winked.

Her chest ached. She was sure he was right. Her eyes glancing around for the beautiful woman that was hanging onto her boyfriend. Maybe they were old friends. It was a party where Harry was meant to schmooze with others. It wasn’t his fault. She was being extra and insecure.

But she really missed him in the hours they had been there. “He’s an idiot for not dancing with you,” Niall murmured into her ear. She swallowed feeling the emotion she was trying to beat down creeping up her throat. “You look beautiful, nothing on her,” he assured her.

“How do you know—”

“I’m one of your best friends, darling,” he squeezed around her waist. “Even if we all think it’s silly, we know you’re worried about your worth for Harry.”

“She’s so pretty.”

“Well, you look stunning. If Harry didn’t say so, you should break up with him. This dress alone, wow. Maybe he does have something to be jealous of,” he winked at her. She laughed. Loud. Loud enough for others to look over and she rolled her eyes at him, her cheeks heating as others went back to their conversations. “She might be pretty, but so are you.”

She bit the inside of her lip. “I don’t fit in Niall. Sometimes I feel like I’m an assistant still or an intern. I just do all these things to make things easier but you and him? You guys don’t need me.”

“That’s so wrong,” Niall shook his head. “He would be crushed to hear you say that.”

She went to say maybe he was right, but her eyes caught sight of him. Like a magnet. His head was thrown back in a laugh. A laugh that she loved so much. The woman he was dancing with smiling delightedly. Why wouldn’t she be? It felt like winning an award when she made him laugh. His hand was placed perfectly on her waist, her dainty hand cupped in his. They were probably talking about something she didn’t know anything about. Something that Harry could chat about with someone who had more business experience than her. Someone who wasn’t basing all their knowledge based on theoretical ideas and probabilities from her classes. She turned back to Niall, looking over his shoulder, her eyes burning and aching to cry. She swallowed squeezing her eyes shut. “I have to run to the ladies’ room,” she said quietly.

“Darling?”

“Sorry,” she murmured, dropping Niall’s hand, and scurrying as quickly as she could in her heels to outside the ballroom. The party would be over soon, and she would be able to sneak out and home while Harry finished with everything else. By then she would have calmed down and Harry would be none the wiser.

*

“Kitten?” Harry’s voice was so gentle. He knocked softly. “Y’in here?”

She seriously thought about just ignoring him. He would go away looking for her elsewhere. She could calm herself down and convince herself she was being dramatic. Harry wouldn’t know. But Harry would know. He would see it immediately.

“Niall said y’ran to the restroom in a hurry. M’pretty sure you’re in here,” he continued.

She was going to kill Niall.

Biting her lip, she nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“Y’okay, love?” He asked, his voice nervous.

She nodded but he couldn’t see her. “Just... tired. Needed a second,” she kept her voice quiet. Afraid she would upset him. It was stupid. She knew Harry loved her so unconditionally. But the way he looked with that woman on his arm. It was like they were picture perfect. Straight out of a movie.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

Saying no would break his heart. He would wait right outside. It wasn’t like she would get away crying and trying to pass him. She swiped at her eyes, tried to console herself quietly. “Yeah.”

The door opened. She saw his shoes below the stall door she was hiding behind. “Y’gonna come out her, kitten?”

She took as deep a breath she could manage. Pushed the lock open and stepped outside into the main part of the restroom.

He looked so flawless and perfect other than the frown etched on his lips. “Hey beautiful,” pity covered her face. “S’matter, kitten?”

Before she could stop it, she choked out a sob. Pressing her hand to her lips. His hands moved toward her immediately at the sound. “It’s so dumb Harry,” she whimpered and reached for a paper towel so she could dab at her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

His frown deepened and he cupped her cheeks. “S’not dumb if s’upsetting you, my love,” he promised. “Are y’hurt?” He asked his eyes scanning her quickly from head to toe. She shook her head.

“I didn’t get to dance with you,” she sniveled. “I know how stupid this is,” she swallowed. “But you look so good and everyone you have danced with is equally beautiful. More beautiful than me and I just feel so out of place here. I’m so inadequate. It’s like I can’t stop thinking about that woman saying I’m plain and not worth your time. And I know how ridiculous it is because you love me so much, I feel it all the time but I—”

He pulled her to him quickly. Silencing her with the swift motion. His hand cupped the side of her face. His other arm looped around her waist, his lips brushed the top of her head, and he looked at the mirror as he caught her gaze. She looked down immediately. “Baby,” he hummed. “Look up, please,” he pleaded quietly when she didn’t look up. But Harry was grateful she melted into his chest as he held her. Shyly, she peeked up, only partially meeting his serious expression. “M’sorry I made you feel out of place.”

“You didn’t—”

“M’sorry I didn’t dance with you,” he kissed the top of her head. “I’ve missed you the whole night,” he assured her so soothingly. His voice was slow and deep. Like he wanted her to hear each letter of every word. There was no room for anything else but what he was saying. He wanted her to be crystal clear on the point he was making. “I didn’t want t’be away from you for a second, kitten,” he promised. “M’sorry I made you feel inadequate when you are the furthest thing from inadequate,” he stroked his thumb on her cheek. “Y’look so beautiful. M’crushed you’re crying,” he pouted. “Y’still look breathtaking,” a weak smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “But you’re much too beautiful t’be crying. Especially over this.”

She turned toward him, slid one hand beneath her cheek so she wouldn’t get her wet makeup on his tux. “We didn’t even get a picture,” she whispered.

He sighed. “You’re right, we didn’t,” he grumbled. “We could take one now,” he offered.

She snorted. “That’s attractive. Me all snot-nosed and red eyed.”

“I still think y’look gorgeous,” he assured her.

She sighed. “I’m sorry I ruined everything. It was such a nice night and now because I was all jealous I—”

“Is... is this how y’feel when m’jealous of Niall?” He interrupted.

“What?”

“Like s’the most ridiculous thing in the world,” he rolled his eyes. She laughed quietly despite not wanting to. She supposed, objectively, he was right. “Y’have nothing t’be jealous of,” he promised her.

“Yes, I guess that’s how it feels. But I’m being reasonable.”

The sigh that left him was exasperated with mock irritation. But she could sense the tension easing slightly. “You’re not, kitten. You’re...” he shook his head. “You’re perfect.”

She took a deep breath and shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. M’sorry y’feel so sad y’had t’cry in here,” he kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry I didn’t make y’feel secure.”

But he did. It was hard to explain. Harry made her feel beautiful and perfect. The inadequacy was only her feeling of being younger than him, knowing the people he interacted with were so much smarter than her. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Harry.”

“Mm,” he hummed. “I talked ‘bout you to everyone. Told them how lovely this was. It was all your doing. How y’make m’life so much easier. I finally feel like I have a balance. M’not stressed all the time. M’able to delegate more. M’trusting more. You have made Styles Incorporated better because you’re there.”

She blushed. “I really didn’t do all that much for this. I just met with the person that planned it.”

“But I never would have picked these colors, never would have gotten the vendors y’chose. Do y’know how many people raved ‘bout the mini cheeseburgers? This place is so fancy we don’t get mini cheeseburgers at these places,” he chuckled. “And the money,” he skimmed his thumb on her lip. “Baby, you are responsible for all the charitable donations made tonight. Y’have no idea how incredible y’are.” She turned toward his chest, but a smile found its way on her lips. “Y’look so gorgeous; I was jealous Louis and Niall got t’dance with you.”

“I love you,” she whispered.

“Say it again.”

She giggled, tilted her head up and met his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m... needy.”

“S’my favorite thing t’be needed by you. You never need anybody, so it means a lot t’me when y’need me. When y’want me,” he kissed her softly. “M’always needing you,” he reminded her.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he kissed her forehead and wiped below her eyes one more time. “Come dance with me,” he released everything but her hand and tugged her toward the main room.

“The event’s nearly over, Harry. They’ll be packing up their stuff.”

“They can play one more song. I’ll pay them another ten thousand if they need me to. M’going t’dance with m’beautiful girlfriend.”

*

At one-fifteen, Niall was sitting in her usual spot for her mini coffee break with her boyfriend. “Is this because I cried?” She frowned.

“No, darling. Well, maybe. You gave me an idea,” he chuckled.

She glanced at Harry. He held his hands up defensively. “I’ve got nothing t’do with it, kitten. Wish I did. Wish I thought of it so I could take credit.”

“But it’s better because I thought of it. It’s because I love you more than him,” Niall winked.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t push it, Niall.”

She set Harry’s drink on his desk. “What kind of idea did you get while I was crying?”

Niall smirked. “That you should dump Harry—”

“Niall.”

“—I think you deserve a promotion. One that accentuates all your talents and skills that have made the people at Styles Incorporated smarter, better, and more talented. It’s only an idea. We don’t want to part with your current roles because you’re so good at them. But I think you deserve to be in the spotlight that showcases the kind of things you did to make last night happen.”

Her throat ached wanting to cry again. “I told y’she would cry,” Harry hurried to wrap her up in his arms and kissed the top of her head. “S’a good thing, my love,” he reminded her.

She sniffed. “But—”

“You’ve earned it,” Niall said. “Harry didn’t even think of it, that’s why you should like me as a boss more than him.” He explained. “It’s not because you’re dating the CEO of the company. You’re incredible,” Niall assured her.

“You are,” Harry’s voice was soft, reverent in her ear as he held her. “I wish I thought of it before him. He’s been insufferable all day.”

“You don’t have to say yes. Think about it. Think about what your dream job would be. Harry will make it happen,” Niall put a hand on her shoulder, gave it a squeeze. “I’ll let you guys have your lunch date.”

“It is a lunch date,” Harry grumbled.

“I’ve never had a lunch date suck me off under—”

“Bye Niall.”

“I knew he knew,” she mumbled.

“Are y’okay, kitten?” She nodded. “Are y’sure, baby? M’sorry you’ve been so upset the last twenty-four hours. S’not very nice,” his lips touched right above her ear, pressing to her hairline. It felt extremely intimate even though they were in private. She nodded against him. “I love you so much, kitten. More and more every second,” he promised. “There’s no one y’need t’be jealous over. Ever. M’whole heart is yours.”

She sighed contentedly, feeling a little less inadequate.  A little more adored (which seemed almost impossible. But Harry was good at what he did).

“Say it again,” she sighed dreamily.

**You can find a bonus scene for this part here.**

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Please write us some extreme pda like I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I love it 😩 like they’re out at a bar and all of their friends are disgusted and annoyed but they’re just so in love they can’t keep their hands off each other 😭😭 like just lots of kisses, neck kisses, lap sitting, whispering to each other, giggling, hair playing etc 🥰

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“I can’t believe you’ve turned to mush.”

“Shut up.” Harry grumbled, holding Y/N closer on his lap. His chin rested on the dip in her shoulder, lips pried away from the chaste kisses he’d been giving to her throat. It was probably obnoxious but Harry really didn’t care. His indifference to what people thought went soul deep. All he really cared about was Y/N, if he was being honest.

And maybe the milkshake she’d promised him on the way home for prying him out of her bed. That was a topic he went back to a few times tonight. 

“Oi, be nice.” Y/N laughed, placing her hand on top of his ringed one to squeeze it lightly. There wasn’t much heat behind her words, merely defending Niall so he wouldn’t be complaining as much to her.

“Thank you. Feels like m’constantly third wheeling now. Knew he had a hard on for ya, but I didn’t expect him to turn into a good old fashioned loverboy.” The man scoffed. Harry merely rolled his eyes, jaw setting slightly as he narrowed his gaze.

“We are not the only people here. Y’know that, yeah? There’s like, a dozen of your friends here. You can fuck off if you’re annoyed. Not my problem.” He hammered in the point with a smirk, kissing the girl’s cheek a few times to make him screw his face up in disgust.

“I was trying to be nice, you old grouch! Even being loved up you still find a way to be mean t’me.” Their friend pouted before sticking up his middle finger, excusing himself to get another drink.

“Baby…” Harry whined slightly, tapping at her cheek to encourage her to turn it. “He’s finally gone. C’mere.” There was no chance of her scolding him as he pressed his lips to hers. They were slightly sticky from the virgin strawberry daiquiri she’d been sipping on -extra maraschino cherries- and sweet to the tongue as he hummed happily against them. This was precisely what he wanted. People to fuck off and leave him to love on her.

Y/N was soothed by his touch, a light giggle muffled by his lips as he turned her slightly in his lap so he could kiss her properly. He’d behaved well enough- for Harry, anyways- so she wasn’t going to get on him too much. He hadn’t wanted to go out, as usual, so she’d bribed him with the promise that he could love on her as much as he wanted- but he had to keep it PG-13. Her fingers brushed through his hair, shivering slightly as his fingers dipped under the hem of her dress.

“Mm… careful.” She sighed, but made no effort to stop. As much as she wanted to be proper, it was hard to want to stop him as he touched her. She played it cool most of the time but she was just as far gone for him as he was for her.

“M’very careful with you, Butterfly.” He nipped lightly at her bottom lip. “Even when you beg me not t’be. But I’ve suffered these people long enough. If you want me t’be nice, I need my kisses.” His voice was quiet enough to not disturb the other people around. His sweet words were reserved solely for the girl who held his affections. Especially the dirtier ones.

“H!” She grinned against his mouth, leaning further in to kiss him again. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder, she leaned into him with a dreamy sigh. Hot fingertips ran over the silky skin of her inner thigh, moisturized to the gods in her shower routine today for this exact reason.

“I can’t help it, you’re always so soft. So sweet…” he cooed. “Want t’eat you up. Torture sitting here when all I want t’do is sit you on my cock to keep it warm while you talk t’me. That’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

Harry never did play fair. Holding back the whine in her throat, she huffed instead. Giving his hair a little tug, she tried her best to look menacing- as menacing as she could in her pretty lilac dress he’d picked out especially for her tonight. “It is, and you’re bein’ mean to me by mentioning it. We can’t here.” Even if the thought made her hot between her thighs, it was too risky.

“I know. We should go home so we can.” The man was trying to coax her and knew where to hit it where it hurt, but they’d barely been out with friends since establishing themselves as a couple.

“Not yet, I’m sorry.” The pout on her face made him forgive her, even if there was still a hint of bitterness over the fact. “They begged for us to come out and it’s only been two hours. One more and we can go home, okay?”

Harry answered with a grunt, hiding his face in her throat again while he resumed with his throat kisses. As much as he wanted to leave, he wanted to make her happy even more. The weakness was real when it came to his Butterfly. Even more so because she’d paused her social tendencies for him. “Okay. But you’re gonna have t’make it up to me big time as soon as we get home, okay?” He was plotting for sure. “An hour straight of making out, a little feel under the dress, maybe a little begging with that cute pout for me to take it off. You know how I like it.”

[daisyblog]

Baby Styles is a…

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN, Harry and Grace find out the gender of baby styles.

Like they had done when they were pregnant with Grace, YN and Harry had booked a private gender scan to find out if their second baby was a little boy or girl. The only thing different to the previous year was that their little Grace sat in content on Harry knee as she looked around the room.

YN laid down on the bed, her small bump on show, ready for the sonographer to do her thing. Harry sat next to her, holding Grace on his lap.

“Are we ready to see your baby?.” The sonographer asked, giving Grace a warm smile as the little one chewed at her fist. “Are you excited to see your little brother or sister?”.

“Dada…dada!”. Grace cooed, not quite understanding what was going around her but making all the adults in the room laugh at her sweet voice.

The sonographer, reached for the gel and the probe from the trolley. “Are you Daddy’s girl?”.

“Only when Mummy’s not around”. Harry bounced Grace on his knee making her coo even more.

The gel caused YN to suck in a breath at the coldness before the probe moved around her skin gently. The silence was comfortable as they waited for that longing sound to fill the room. And within seconds, the rhythm of their baby’s heartbeat filled their ears.

“That’s one of my favourite sounds!”. YN smiled over at Harry who was still bouncing Grace on his knee and smiling at the screen to the side of them.

“It only feels like yesterday we were hear for this little princess!”. Harry tickled Grace’s tummy lightly.

The lady smiled at the little family, knowing how much these moments meant. “Time flies when you’re having fun”. She continued to move the probe around and showing the little baby on the screen. A petite head and body. “I have to say…this is such a chilled out little baby”.

YN gave Harry a knowing smile. “Maybe this one will be more like you”. The joke causing him to laugh. Not that he minded if the little one was like him or his wife.

“So for the important question…would you like to know the gender?”.

“Yes please!” YN or Harry didn’t hesitate, eagerly speaking together. Both wanting to know if they were having a baby son or daughter. If Grace was having a brother or sister.

After a few more pokes and prodes on YN’s tummy, the woman smiled. “Congratulations big sister…you’re having a…”. 

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Wanting to send all their family and friends the news at the same time, Harry and YN followed the same routine they had when they announced Grace was a girl. They kept it sweet and simple, attaching a photo to a text with the message…’We’re having a…’.

Louis FUCK OFF!!

A BOY!!

I am absolutely buzzing!! You’re having a little boy!! Grace is having a little brother!! Amazing news, so so happy for you all!!

Freddie is running and jumping around the room cheering that there’s going to be another boy in the family!!

Love you all!!xx

Lottie AHHHHHHH!!

IM SCREAMING AND CRYING AT THE SAME TIME🥹😂

Congratssssssss!!! Can’t wait for our play dates together with our little babies 👶🏼 🩷🩵

Anne My first grandson🥹🩵My heart is bursting with so much love already and I can’t wait for it to explode! A huge congratulations to my favourite people. I love you all so much and can’t wait to squeeze you all soon❤️

Gemma MY FIRST NEPHEW!!🥹💙

I hope he’s ready for a lifetime of fun with our girlies😂

Congratulations to my favourite little family! See you tomorrow for breakfast and cuddles🥰Love you xxx

Daisy YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!🥹🥹🥹

IM SO EXCITED😆😆😆

Can’t wait to meet auntie little boy🩵

Phoebe YOU’RE JOKING!!

I was so sure you were having a girl😂😂I am so happy for you!!

Auntie Phee can’t wait to have another little nephew fo spoil!!🩵

Please come and visit soon!! Me and Olive miss you😫❤️

Jen Aww my darlings. A little baby boy for you to love and cherish. You’re already an amazing mummy and daddy and I can’t wait to see our little Grace become the best big sister. We love you all❤️

Niall His name better be Niall!😂

Only kidding!! Amazing news!! Sooooo happy for you both and Grace❤️Can I babysit again soon please?😆xxx

Zayn Wishing you all the love and happiness!! You guys deserve it!! Big love!! Can’t wait to meet the little lad❤️❤️

Mark Another grandson to love and spoil💙Congratulations all!! Lots of love from me and Sallie xx

Mitch Congrats guys! See you all soon x

Sarah Ahhhh! A little baby boy🥹Congratulations to you all!! Can’t wait for more of our play dates xxx

Jeff Damn I was wrong, honestly that you were having another girl😂Either way, a massive congratulations from me and Glenne❤️

James Cordon YEEESSSSSSS!! A little man, how amazing for you all. A huge congratulations to you all! See you soon for a catch up, yeah?

Zoe Sugg Awww my heart is so full for you🥹🥹A little baby brother for Grace, how cute!! Can’t wait to see you all soon to celebrate🤍xx

Mark Ferris Aw sweetheart🥹🥹🥹I’m such an emotional mess! Absolutely thrilled for you all. Can’t wait to see Grace become a big sister🫶🏼Big cuddles to you all xx

Louise Teasdale I KNEW IT!!

I had a feeling you were having a baby boy🩵

Congratulations lovelies!! Absolutely buzzing for you 😘 xxx

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Two Loves (Louis Tomlinson x reader) - Fic Request

Anonymous request: Hi so my Louis request is when Louis x reader are expecting twins and after she gives birth their middle names are after Daisy and Phoebe and they tell them and all the family meets them 🥰

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Anonymous request: could you do an imagine when Louis’s a dad to twin girls??

Tags: Fluff, pregnancy

The trailer is a flurry of energy—laughter echoing off the walls, clothes tossed onto chairs, and the faint, sharp scent of hairspray hanging in the air. You shift the strap of your makeup kit higher on your shoulder, trailing behind Lottie as she strides confidently toward the door. It’s your first day as her assistant, and you’re not sure if the excitement or the nerves are winning.

“You’re going to be great,” Lottie says over her shoulder, shooting you a reassuring smile. “The boys are… chaotic, but they’re harmless. Just don’t let them get in your way too much.”

She pushes open the trailer door, and the noise inside hits you immediately. Niall is sitting in the corner tuning his guitar, Harry’s adjusting his curls in the mirror, and there, on the worn leather sofa, is Louis. He’s scrolling through his phone, one leg tucked beneath him, his face lit up by the screen in front of him.

“Alright, lads,” Lottie announces, stepping inside. “This is my new assistant. She’ll be helping me keep you lot looking decent for the stage. Try not to scare her off on day one, yeah?”

All eyes turn to you. You raise a hand in a small, awkward wave. “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’m Y/n”

Harry grins first, leaning casually against the mirror. “Another one to keep Lottie from losing her mind? You’re brave. Welcome to the madness.”

Louis glances up then, and your eyes meet. It’s startling, how blue his eyes are—how the world around you seems to dim, just for a second, until it’s just you and him.

“And this troublemaker here is my brother,” Lottie says, jerking her thumb toward him. “Louis. He’s going to be the biggest pain in your ass, I promise.”

He stands, sliding his phone into his pocket, a playful smirk curving across his lips. “That’s not true. I’m an angel.” He takes a step closer, holding out a hand. “Louis,” he says simply. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

You shake his hand, his touch warm and steady, sending an unexpected jolt through you. “Nice to meet you too. I guess I’m your sister’s assistant now.”

His smirk deepens. “I think you just made her job a whole lot easier.”

“Alright, Louis, don’t start,” Lottie warns, shooting him a look.

“What? I’m just being polite,” he says, but his gaze stays on you a second longer, his grin teasing. “Unless you’d prefer—”

“Don’t you dare,” Lottie snaps, cutting him off as she picks up a brush and chucks it in his direction.

You can’t help but laugh, the tension in your chest melting away. Louis winks at you as he dodges the brush, his grin infectious. You get the distinct feeling that working with Lottie is going to be more than you bargained for—but you don’t mind. Not one bit.

…

The years between that first meeting in the trailer and this moment have been nothing short of extraordinary. What started as playful teasing and a single, nerve-wracking first date blossomed into something neither of you could have imagined.

Despite Lottie’s initial protests, Louis quickly proved that he wasn’t just looking for a fleeting connection. He was all in from the start, and over time, Lottie came around, even becoming one of your biggest supporters.

You’ve been by his side for it all: the whirlwind of the band’s breakup, the crushing heartbreak of losing his mother, and the bittersweet triumph of his first solo album. Through the highs and the lows, your bond only grew stronger. The late nights filled with laughter, the tearful confessions, and the quiet moments of just being together have shaped your life into something beautiful—something that feels like home.

Now, in the stillness of a quiet morning, you find yourself on the brink of yet another life-changing moment.

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the living room. You’re curled up on the sofa, a blanket draped over your legs, holding a mug of tea that’s long gone cold. Louis is next to you, one arm lazily thrown over your shoulders, scrolling through his phone as if it’s any other morning. But it’s not. Not for you.

“Alright,” he says, his voice breaking the silence, “do I go for a run this morning, or stay here and let you beat me at Scrabble again?”

You smile faintly, but your stomach flips. The words are stuck in your throat, heavy with the weight of what you’re about to say.

He glances at you, frowning slightly. “Hey, what’s up?” he asks, shifting to look at you more closely. “You’re quiet this morning.”

You take a shaky breath, setting your mug down on the coffee table. Your hands tremble as you reach for his. “Louis… I need to tell you something.”

His playful smirk fades instantly, replaced by concern. “Is everything alright? You’re scaring me.”

You squeeze his hand, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. “I—” Your voice wavers, and you have to swallow hard to keep going. “I think… we’re going to need to clear some space in the guest room.”

He blinks, confusion flickering across his face. “Why would—” He stops abruptly, realization crashing into him. His eyes widen, and his grip on your hand tightens. “Wait. Are you—?”

Tears spill down your cheeks as you nod. “I took a test this morning. I’m pregnant.”

For a long moment, he doesn’t say anything, just stares at you like he’s trying to process the words. Then, suddenly, he exhales a shaky laugh, his face crumpling as tears spring to his eyes. “You’re serious?”

You nod again, your voice breaking. “I’m serious. We’re having a baby.”

He pulls you into his arms so quickly, you barely have time to react. His hold is firm, almost desperate, and you can feel him trembling as he buries his face in your shoulder. “Oh my God,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re having a baby.”

The words hang in the air, so simple yet so profound. You can feel his tears against your skin, and it’s enough to undo you completely.

“I’m so happy,” you manage to choke out, your hands clutching the back of his shirt. “I’m scared, but I’m so happy.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands cupping your face as he brushes your tears away with his thumbs. His eyes are shining, his smile soft and full of love. “I’m happy too. And scared. And so in love with you.”

The kiss he gives you is slow and tender, a promise wrapped in warmth. When he pulls back, a laugh bubbles out of him, breaking the tension. “So… does this mean I have to swap Scrabble nights for diaper duty?”

You laugh, a real, full laugh that feels like sunshine breaking through the clouds. “Yeah, looks like it.”

“Worth it,” he says, grinning as he presses another kiss to your forehead.

…

The room is dimly lit, the hum of the ultrasound machine filling the quiet space. You lie on the exam table, your heart pounding as the technician prepares the wand. Louis is seated beside you, his hand clasped tightly around yours, his thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin.

“You alright?” he whispers, leaning in close.

You nod, but the lump in your throat betrays you. “Yeah. Just nervous.”

He squeezes your hand. “Me too,” he admits, his voice soft. “But in the best way.”

The technician smiles as she spreads the cool gel across your belly. “Alright, let’s take a look,” she says cheerfully, guiding the wand across your skin.

The screen comes to life, a swirl of black, white, and gray. You hold your breath as the technician moves the wand, her practiced eyes scanning the image. Then, she pauses, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Well,” she says, glancing at the two of you, “I hope you’re ready for some exciting news.”

Louis leans forward, his eyes glued to the screen. “Exciting how?” he asks, his voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

The technician points to the screen, tracing a shape with her finger. “See this here? That’s baby number one.”

Your heart skips. “Baby number one?”

She moves her finger slightly to the right. “And this… is baby number two. Congratulations, you’re having twins!”

For a moment, the room is completely silent, the words hanging in the air. You turn to Louis, your eyes wide. “Twins?” you whisper.

Louis blinks, his mouth opening and closing as if he’s trying to form words. Finally, he bursts out laughing, the sound bright and incredulous. “Twins!” he repeats, gripping your hand tighter. “We’re having two!”

Tears spill down your cheeks as you nod, overwhelmed. “Two babies,” you say, your voice shaking.

“And look at this,” the technician continues, her voice warm. “You’re having two girls.”

Louis’ laughter stops, his eyes snapping back to the screen. “Girls?” he whispers, his voice suddenly thick with emotion.

“Two healthy little girls,” the technician confirms, pointing out the details on the screen.

You glance at Louis, and the look on his face takes your breath away. His eyes are shining, his lips parted in awe, and you can see the exact moment the reality of it hits him.

“Girls,” he repeats, his voice barely audible. He turns to you, his hand trembling as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. “We’re having daughters.”

You nod, tears streaming freely now. “We are.”

He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m already so in love with them,” he whispers, his voice breaking.

The technician gives you both a moment, her smile kind as she continues to take measurements. You cling to Louis, the two of you sharing a quiet, emotional embrace.

When he finally pulls back, he grins, his usual mischief returning. “Two girls, huh? Guess I’m officially outnumbered.”

You laugh through your tears, shaking your head. “You’re in trouble, Tomlinson.”

“Worth every second,” he says, kissing you softly.

…

The house is buzzing with last-minute preparation, but not the kind you’ve planned for. Louis is darting around the kitchen, trying to rescue a tray of cookies he ambitiously attempted for a family gathering later that afternoon. Flour dusts his dark shirt, and he’s muttering something about “bloody measurements” under his breath.

“Maybe we should’ve just bought cupcakes,” you call out from the living room, where you’re perched on the floor, flipping through a baby book.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he quips, pulling the tray from the oven and wincing. “Alright, maybe not my finest work, but they’re edible. Probably.”

You laugh, shaking your head as he brings the tray over to show you. “If nothing else, the twins will inherit your optimism,” you tease, just as a sharp, unexpected pain grips your abdomen.

Your hand flies to your belly as you suck in a breath.

Louis’ smile fades instantly. “What? What is it?”

“I—” you start, wincing as another wave of pain hits, stronger this time. “I think… something’s happening.”

His eyes go wide. “Happening like… happening happening?”

You nod, your heart racing. “Louis, I think my water just broke.”

He looks down, noticing the growing wet spot on the carpet beneath you. His face cycles through a dozen emotions—shock, panic, excitement—before he springs into action. “Okay. Right. Stay calm. I’ll… I’ll get the hospital bag!”

He bolts toward the hallway, then immediately doubles back. “Wait, you stay calm. Are you calm? Should I call the hospital? Or the midwife? Or—”

“Louis!” you interrupt, half-laughing despite the pain. “Breathe.”

He freezes, hands on his hips, then nods sharply. “Right. Breathing. Got it. Hospital bag!”

While he rushes around, you manage to pull yourself onto the sofa, gripping the armrest as another contraction ripples through you. By the time Louis reappears, holding the hospital bag and his keys like they’re trophies, his face is flushed but determined.

“Let’s go,” he says, helping you to your feet.

The drive to the hospital is chaos. Louis alternates between asking if you’re okay every five seconds and loudly berating every other car on the road for not moving fast enough.

“Remind me,” you manage to gasp through a contraction, “to never let you drive in a crisis again.”

He glances at you, wide-eyed. “You’re the one in labor, and you’re still making jokes?”

“It’s a coping mechanism,” you say, gripping the door handle as another wave hits.

When you finally arrive, the hospital staff springs into action, wheeling you into a delivery room while Louis trails behind, looking both terrified and awestruck. As you’re settled onto the bed, he takes your hand, his grip firm but trembling.

“This is really happening,” he whispers, his voice low and full of wonder.

You nod, tears pooling in your eyes as another contraction builds. “It’s happening.”

He presses a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes locked on yours. “You’re incredible. We’re going to meet them soon.”

…

The delivery room feels like a world unto itself—bright lights, the rhythmic beeping of monitors, and a flurry of activity as the medical team moves with calm precision. Louis is beside you, his hand in yours, his steady presence anchoring you through the whirlwind of labor.

“You’re doing amazing,” he says for what feels like the hundredth time, his voice raw with emotion. He brushes damp hair from your forehead, his thumb grazing your cheek.

You clutch his hand tighter as another contraction tears through you. “I don’t feel amazing,” you manage to grit out, your breath ragged.

He presses a kiss to your temple. “You are, though. You’re incredible.”

The doctor glances up from her position at the foot of the bed. “Alright, we’re getting close. Baby number one is ready to meet you.”

The words send a fresh wave of adrenaline through you, pushing back the exhaustion. You nod, gripping Louis’ hand like a lifeline as the doctor talks you through the next steps.

“On the next contraction, I need you to push,” she says calmly.

You nod again, tears pricking at your eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this,” you whisper, looking up at Louis.

He leans closer, his forehead almost touching yours. “You can,” he says firmly, his voice steady. “And I’ll be right here with you.”

The contraction hits, and you push with everything you have, Louis’ voice a constant stream of encouragement in your ear. The room feels electric, the air thick with anticipation.

And then, all at once, the sound you’ve been waiting for: the tiny, piercing cry of your first daughter.

“She’s here!” the doctor announces, lifting the wriggling, pink-faced baby for you to see before handing her off to the nurse.

You collapse back against the pillows, tears streaming down your face. Louis is staring at her, his own tears falling freely. “She’s perfect,” he breathes, his voice choked.

But there’s no time to rest. The doctor smiles at you. “Alright, Mama, baby number two is ready now.”

You nod, summoning every ounce of strength left in your body. Louis turns back to you, cupping your face in his hands. “You’ve got this,” he says, his voice breaking. “One more, and we’ll have our girls.”

The second delivery feels even more intense, but before long, another cry fills the room, this one slightly louder and more insistent.

“Baby number two!” the doctor announces, her own smile wide as she holds up your second daughter.

You let out a sob of relief and joy, your body shaking as the nurse places the second baby in Louis’ arms. He looks down at her, his expression pure wonder, before turning back to you.

“She’s beautiful,” he whispers, carefully lowering her into your arms.

The nurse brings your first daughter over, placing her beside her sister, and suddenly, they’re both there: tiny, perfect, and entirely yours.

You look down at them, their little faces scrunched up, their hands curling into fists. “They’re so small,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

Louis sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he gazes at them in awe. “And already so loud,” he says with a watery laugh.

You laugh too, tears slipping down your cheeks as you lean into him. “We did it,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. “We’re parents.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, his eyes never leaving the girls. “We’re parents,” he echoes softly, his voice full of love. “And they’re perfect.”

…

The room feels even warmer with the presence of family, the air humming with excitement as Lottie, Daisy, Phoebe, and Liam crowd around your hospital bed. The twins are nestled peacefully in their bassinets, and Louis is still in awe, his hand gently resting on the little ones as he talks to his sisters.

Lottie grins from ear to ear, her makeup no longer as pristine as it usually is, but the smile on her face is as radiant as ever. “I can’t believe they’re finally here!”

“They’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” Daisy says, her voice trembling with emotion as she carefully looks at the babies. Phoebe stands beside her, beaming proudly, her twin smile matching Daisy’s perfectly.

Liam steps forward, giving Louis a teasing nudge. “Well, mate, now you’ve got a pair of girls who’ll keep you on your toes for the rest of your life.”

Louis laughs, a hint of nervousness in his tone as he glances at you. “I’m ready for it, though.” He meets your eyes, his expression softening. “I’m ready for anything as long as it’s with you.”

You squeeze his hand, your heart swelling with love.

The conversation flows easily, filled with the kind of easy laughter and chatter only family can bring. But after a few minutes, you glance at Louis, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

“I think we should tell them,” you say softly, your voice filled with affection.

Louis raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. “Tell them what, love?”

You nod toward the babies, a warm smile spreading across your face. “Their names.”

Louis grins, his eyes twinkling as he stands up and moves to the bassinets, lifting the twins one by one, carefully placing each of them into Daisy’s arms and then Phoebe’s. “We decided their middle names will be… Daisy and Phoebe.”

The room falls silent for a moment as Lottie, Daisy, and Phoebe stare at the babies in their arms, a mix of shock and overwhelming emotion passing across their faces.

“Are you serious?” Phoebe asks, her voice thick with emotion.

Louis smiles, his voice warm and sincere. “You two have always been there for me, for us, and we wanted to honor that.”

Daisy and Phoebe exchange a look, both of them blinking back tears.

“You really did that?” Daisy asks, her voice breaking.

“Of course,” Louis says softly. “They’re our girls, and we want them to know how important you both are to us.”

Phoebe’s eyes glisten as she holds her niece. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Say ‘thank you’ and enjoy being an aunt,” Louis teases, earning a playful punch from her.

Liam chuckles from his corner of the room. “That’s a solid choice, mate. It’s beautiful.”

Lottie leans in closer to the twins, a soft laugh escaping her. “They’re going to be so spoiled, aren’t they?”

“Absolutely,” you laugh, your heart full. “And they’re going to know how much their family loves them.”

Lottie leans in to kiss your forehead, her voice a little shaky. “They’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

Louis leans in beside you, his arm around your shoulders, both of you gazing at your daughters as the family continues to gather around. “I think they’ve already stolen our hearts,” he says quietly, his gaze fixed on the two tiny girls in his sisters’ arms.

You nod, tears welling up once again. “They really have.”

The room fills with laughter and love as the family continues to adore the twins, the atmosphere one of pure joy and celebration.

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h.s. | short n’ sweet (ig au) | part 3

sabrinacarpenter!reader x harry styles.

part 1 // part 2

a/n: ok, this is probably the last part, so i hope you enjoy it! 💗

warnings: language, some details may not be accurate, english is not my first language. credits to the pics' owners. not readproofed enough

🚫don’t copy, translate or put my work thru an AI.

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ynsoutfits how iconic were the bodysuits? 💯💯

taylorswift congrats on your amazing opening night!!

torilovesyn the juno position made me gasp

sweetyn beautiful 🩷

niallhoran i had to give harry several napkins to wipe out the drool lol

lovelyyn you're so beautiful it hurts!!!

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yourusername 

the bad thing: the weather is awful

the good thing: i get to stay in watching movies with this cutie🥰🥰

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harrystyles can i choose the film?

yourusername nope.

harryftyn lmao

onlyangelstyles his arm 🫦

ynrry 💘💘

niallhoran can i come over?

yourusername @/niallhoran it depends. can you bring more snacks?

niallhoran absolutely!

yourusername @/niallhoran then yes you may come over

ynft1d y/n + harry + niall = my favourite people

mialovesyn yes and adding taylor to that list too.

ynrrysworld they're my favourite couple!

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ynrrysupdates 📣⚠️Harry went on stage with Y/N at the #ShortNSweetTour 😳

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ynrry i've never felt so much FOMO in my whole life!!!

ynsfeather WHATTTT??

stanningyn harry's face when y/n made the juno position 😂

ynrrysworld she looked at him right after 😂

harryfeatyn the matching outfits, hello??????

eicslover i'm so lucky i got to be there!🙏

harryssunflower harry blushed several times while watching her 😅

ynsespresso how could he not?

ynrrysvalentine amazing day to be a ynrry stan 🥰🥰

ynsfits the color red looks stunning on her 😏

onlyangelstyles i loved when they sang sweet creature together ❤️

harrysgirl and then they sang hopelessly devoted to you 🥺🥺

ynxharrystan this reminded me of harryween

ynrrysworld omg you're right!😳

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niallhoran they're perfect for each other bc they match each other's weirdness.

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yourusername yeah but we're the cutest 💁‍♀️

harrystyles i was just trying to get her to give me a kiss

yourusername 🥰💗

onlyangelstyles harry being harry 😅

jackantonoff why were you dressed like that? weirdos!!!

yourusername it's a little project stfu!!!

thatsthatynespresso what project y/n???

ynftharry mom i'm scared!!

eicslover her dress is so pretty!🩷

gemmastyles guys you didn't keep your hands off each other last night

ynrrystan gemma and her big sis attitude 😂

ynrry i need more pictures from last night 🙏

ynsfeather cuties!!!

stanningynrry they're barbie and ken 😂

aaaaaaand that's all folks. i hope you've enjoyed it 🩷 i'd love to read any feedback in the comments!

[harrywavycurly]

Not Eddie related but what about some conversations with Narry as our friends? 🥰

Hiiii babes!! Oh this made me emo I miss writing for bestie Narry! I hope you enjoy these extremely random ass conversations with them!💖

“Why is he in charge of dinner when we all know I’m the better cook?” “Because Harry this is Niall’s house…now what’s on the menu for tonight? I only brought one bottle of wine.” “Nothing fancy just chicken and-” “did you season it properly?” “Oh fuck off with that Harry.” “We all saw the chicken Niall…it looked unseasoned and just…horrid.” “Do you two need to be separated?” “No…I’ll behave…sorry Niall.” “It’s fine just don’t go being a twat…we haven’t even had any wine yet.”

“Two drinks in and we already have to take your phone away? You’ve turned into a lightweight love.” “Oh come off it Harry we all saw you that one night at the pub in London after like three whiskey sours.” “We don’t speak of that night Niall…you know this.” “Ohhhh was that when he tried to get nake-” “I just said we don’t speak of that night.” “You heard him love we aren’t allowed to talk about when he nearly pe-” “why am I friends with you two?…always pickin on me.” “You love us…doesn’t he Niall?” “Oh yeah he totally loves us…don’t ya mate?” “Yeah yeah…I love you…even when you don’t listen.”

“This is the most uncomfortable couch I’ve ever sat on in my life…why do you have this thing?” “Because my super famous and rich pop star bestfriend hasn’t taken me to get a new one.” “You forgot to add he’s also a movie star love…move over…your lanky arse is just taking up the whole thing.” “I’m doing you a favor…this couch is horrible.” “So then let’s go get her a proper one then.” “I was just kidding Niall I don’t need you two to buy me a couch.” “Jesus…this thing really does fucking suck…how is your back not in shambles from this torture device?” “It’s just old and has a few lumps that’s all.” “Lumps? This thing feels like it’s made out of cement it’s so hard…Niall where did you get your monstrosity of a couch? It may be hideous but it’s comfortable.” “My couch isn’t hideous you dick…but I’m not sure the name of the store but I can just take you there.” “Sounds good…now go grab your sunglasses love…we’re going shopping.”

“What does this mask do again? My face feels…tingly.” “It’s a pore clearing one so tingly is good…burning is bad…Harry where is my black nail polish?” “I’m using it…oh can you bring me the silver glitter please?” “Okay now it’s burning…can I take it off now?” “Beauty is pain Niall don’t be a ninny.” “Fuck off Harry that’s easy for you to say all you’re doing is painting your bloody nails.” “Go wash your face in the sink Niall…don’t get water all over the place like you did last time please.” “He’s a proper mess that one…can’t even handle doing a face mask.” “Don’t be rude Harry…remember when I did that apple cider mask on you and you only had it one for two minutes before you were begging me to help get it off you?” “That was different…you didn’t tell me it was going to turn into solid clay and make my face feel like it was actually vibrating…it was scary.” “How do I look? My face feels as smooth as a baby’s bottom.” “You look great Niall…will you let Harry do your nails?” “Yeah but no fucking glitter like you did last time..that stuff stayed on for ages.”

[neondiamond]

As the year is coming to an end very soon, I thought I’d put together a little masterpost of all of the fics, ficlets and drabbles I posted over the past year. Just like last year, the total comes down to 26 fics, which I will say I’m quite surprise by! This list is in order from most to least recent and will be under the cut because otherwise this post would get really long! ✨

🫶 All That Counts (1.2k, G, Larry, Christmas, established relationship, fluff) fic post

A soft Christmas morning in the Tomlinson-Styles household.

🍪 Cookies and Christmas Cheer (1k, G, Ziall friendship, Christmas, nurse AU) fic post

When Niall is feeling a little sad at having to work over the holidays, his fellow nurse Zayn shows him a little Christmas spirit is still possible.

🎄 Mistletoe Kiss (1.2k, G, Larry, Christmas, mutual pining, roommates AU) fic post

A little bit of mistletoe is just the thing Louis needed to let his roommate Harry know he’s got quite the crush on him.

✨ A Special Bond (1.1k, G, Narry friendship, kid fic, Christmas) fic post

Baby Lilah goes to see the Christmas lights with her Daddy Harry and her uncle Niall.

❤️‍🩹 You’re Family (2k, G, Larry, Christmas, asexual characters) fic post

Louis is a little nervous about meeting Harry’s family for the first time for Christmas. Harry’s Mum shows him he has nothing to worry about.

🏠 Not Quite Structurally Sound (1.1k, G, Ziam, Christmas, kid fic) fic post

Zayn and Liam help their two kids build a gingerbread house.

🎅🏻 An Annual Affair (1.6k, G, OT5 friendship, A/B/O, Christmas) fic post

One Direction’s annual Christmas dinner, featuring pregnant Harry and his overprotective Alpha Louis, nervous Liam and his calm and collected mate Zayn, and clueless Niall who may or may not have a death wish.

☕️ You Don’t Have to Be Lonely Tonight (2k, G, Larry, coffee shop AU, Christmas, loneliness) fic post

Louis is stuck working the Christmas day shift at the coffee shop. Harry is the sad stranger who comes in to spend the day there.

🐣 Lucky (In Love) (3.2k, G, Larry, flirting, nursery owner Harry, uncle Louis) fic post

When Louis first volunteered to drop off his nephew Lucky at nursery to help out his nervous sister, he was not expecting the owner to be the most gorgeous man in all of London. He makes sure he’ll get to see him again.

👻 I See You (666, NR, Harry, horror) fic post

An unfamiliar voice disturbs Harry during his bath.

🥰 Little Moments (429, G, Larry, mpreg Harry, donestic fluff) fic post

Louis’ birthday is a quiet affair this year, but it’s for good reason.

👨‍👨‍👧 Family Bonding (1.6k, G, Larry, adoption, kid fic, hurt/comfort) fic post

Louis forges a bond with his new daughter, June, over missing loved ones.

💞 A Sense of Stability (1.9k, G, Larry, canon compliant, domestic fluff) fic post

Harry and Louis have a very mundane and domestic routine on mornings they get to spend together. Harry loves it.

👟 Run To You (2.2k, G, Larry, minor injury, fluff) fic post

Harry injures himself while out on a morning run. Louis comes to his rescue.

💟 Because I Found You (1.2k, G, Larry, asexual characters, acceptance) fic post

Louis stumbles upon a poem Harry wrote about him.

🫃 Whipped (1k, G, Larry, mpreg Harry, fluff) fic post

A lazy Saturday morning in bed with pregnant Harry and whipped Louis.

💜 Inner Crisis (5.5k, G, Larry, asexual characters, acephobia, hurt/comfort) fic post

Louis calls an LGBTQ+ crisis hotline after coming out as asexual to his friends and family doesn’t quite go as well as he’d hoped. Harry answers his call.

🔎 Chasing Feelings (20k, M, Larry, detectives AU, A/B/O) fic post

When homicide detective Louis Tomlinson first gets assigned to work with detective Harry Styles, the newest addition to the Doncaster police station, on the biggest case of his career, he’s less than enthused about it. There’s a serial killer on the loose, and Louis has no time to waste working with a newbie, despite how attracted his inner Alpha may be to Harry’s sweet scent. Along the way, he finds he may have been too quick to judge the Omega.

🩷 June (1.7k, G, Larry, established relationship, adoption, parenthood) fic post

Louis and Harry pick a paint colour for their new daughter’s room.

🌼 I Trust You (1.8k, T, Larry, A/B/O, asexual character, established relationship) fic post

As an asexual Omega, Harry deals with his heats a little differently than most. His Alpha Louis is nothing but supportive.

🪹 Nest To You (15k, T, Larry, A/B/O, nesting, fluff) fic post

Everybody knows it’s in an Omega’s nature to nest, and Harry is no different. From the very first nest he builds to comfort himself when feeling homesick to the nest he one day brings his new pups home to, his Alpha Louis is there to witness it all.

Or: Ten different nests Harry builds throughout his relationship with Louis.

🍀 A Little Cheering Up (1k, G, Narry friendship, kid fic, fluff, St. Patrick’s Day) fic post

Niall is disappointed because he can’t go home to Ireland for St. Patrick’s Day this year. Harry sets out to cheer him up with the help of Niall’s favourite tiny godchild.

❤️ Periodic (1.3k, G, Larry, OT5 friendship, girl direction) fic post

When Harry’s period has her in so much pain an hour before a show that she’s not sure if she’ll be able to perform, the other girls take matters into their own hands to help her feel better.

💍 Literally Falling For You (5.2k, E, Larry, proposal, smut) fic post

After five years of being together, Louis decides to propose to Harry on his birthday, and he needs everything to be perfect and sentimental down to every last detail. When his plans get derailed at the last minute, he decides to postpone the proposal on Valentine’s day instead. It’s just as amazing as he’d imagined.

🏆 Backstage at the Grammy’s (882, M, Larry, canon compliant, fluff) fic post

There’s someone waiting in Harry’s dressing room after his performance at the Grammy’s.

👶 Bless You! (2k, G, Larry, kid fic, parenthood) fic post

Harry and Louis’ young daughter, Ava, really enjoys when Harry says ‘bless you’ after she sneezes.

[buckleyy--diazz]

Do you have more Niall stories? I couldn’t find a master list of your work. Your story was just so freakin good

Thank you so much 🥰 and yes I have a few other, I hope you'll like them too 💗

[sweetmage]

WIP WThursday [NSFW]

I bring you TWO little snippets:

1.) Orsino being absolutely speechless and smitten as he disrobes Niall (who is chubby in this, I have decided 🥰)

2.) Orsino waking up alone in his tent the morning after impromptu drunken sex with Niall the night before.

WIP 1

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His own hands had begun to wander, fingers teasing and tugging at the fastenings of Niall's robes, loosening and exposing. His breath was quick, his blood hot and rushing beneath his skin as the fabric fell away to reveal the soft curves of Niall's body. Having only seen Niall draped in loose robes and layers, he'd never imagined how generously he'd filled them. He was round in the middle with wide hips gave way to plump thighs... Had the wine not gone to his head, Orsino might have been drunk on the sight of him alone.

"Maker's breath," he murmured, hands sweeping over the ample expanse of him, eager to touch and savor.

The look on Niall's face was a mix of pride and apprehension. "Is that a compliment or a complaint?"

"I assure you, I have no complaints," he hummed, his eyes alight. "You are..." Beautiful, delicious, delectable, divine... There were many such adjectives at his disposal, but his tongue had gone slack and his wits had fled. "Forgive me. You have me at a loss for words."

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WIP 2

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The morning did not leave last night a blur. He could still see him there, face flushed and eyes rolled, shivering with unrestrained ecstasy as his climax took him...

Maker, if the morning hadn't already stirred him, that certainly would have.

He thought to take himself in hand again, bask in the pleasant thoughts while they were still fresh, but he could hear the others already up and milling about. They needed him.

He let yesterday's sights loop a few a times over, his hips shifting as he was further roused, but he indulged no further and cut it off there.

He rolled to pat the ground for his discarded robes, but fingers instead found another fabric, course and unfamiliar.

'Has he forgotten his cloak?'

Orsino sat to inspect it and sure enough he had. He had half a mind to bring it to him now, but it would only embarrass him, certainly. Perhaps later he'd invite him to his tent to discuss arbitrary leadership matters and allow him to leave with it on.

He stretched, rubbed his eyes, and began to redress in his own clothing before ducking from his tent and greeting the dawn.

[kingsofeverything]

Hi! Larry on a boat sounds really fun! I could use a good lunchtime read, thanks so much for offering these! We always appreciate all of you authors for sharing your AMAZING stories, but especially now, let’s sprinkle some additional appreciation on top! 🥰

omgggg this is my 3rd try posting this. i checked and it's within the character limit for tumblr, but the app kept shutting down. so now i'm on my laptop. ANYWAY. so this was a wip that i really wanted to make happen, but it hasn't worked out for me. i started it when the pandemic first started. louis is self-isolating on a boat (inspired by someone who did that here!) and i think he's older/silver foxy in this version. there's another (lost) version where they're exes.

thank you! i hope you like it!

“It’s such bullshit, man,” Niall says, pushing the sopping wet mop around on the floor behind the bar. It’s more effort than he usually makes and the smell of bleach is strong. “Can’t believe we still have to work.”

“I mean, I don’t know about you, but I’ve got rent due.” Harry downs his shot of tequila and pats his pocket. “Smoke?”

“Weed?” Niall asks, and when Harry nods, Niall does too. “Let me finish my register and shit. Have a beer while you wait.”

Harry winds up having two and a half beers before Niall is finished. They wash their hands in the kitchen, laughing because they’ve both had their hands in and out of bleach water all evening, sanitizing everything in the restaurant. They walk out with another waiter, splitting up in the parking lot. Down the road from the bar where they work are the docks where local fishermen sell their catch, and where many of them keep their boats. Very rarely are there people out there this late at night, even in the peak of summertime. With it being February, and with the plague or whatever, there definitely won’t be anyone around. 

“Think I’m gonna call out tomorrow,” Niall says.

“Really?” 

“Yeah, man. They can’t fire us. Or like, at the very least, they’ll hire us back.” It sounds almost sensible, but then Harry remembers that his electric bill is past due and his roommate paid him in weed again. 

“You make money tonight or something?” Harry asks, narrowing his eyes.  

“I did alright. Three hundred.”

“Shit. I need to quit being a waiter and tend bar,” Harry says. He didn’t make a third of that tonight.

Niall parks as close as he can, and they walk to the end of the dock. “Oh, wow. Nice boat.”

“What is that, like… Is that considered a yacht?” Harry asks, squinting into the dark. It does look like one. A small one. It has a sail, so at least it’s a sailboat. Probably. 

Carefully, Harry unfolds the piece of aluminum foil he hid in the dry storage room when he first got to the restaurant that afternoon. The joint is lumpy and loose because he was in a hurry, and already high when he rolled it, but it tears easily, right down the middle. Harry makes sure to pinch the paper tight, and twists the ends of both half-sized joints before handing one to Niall. 

“That boat’s anchoring? Anchored? Whatever. It’s so close, like, why didn’t they dock it?” Harry asks, exhaling through his nose. There’s no science to back it up, but his hypothesis is that he gets a better high that way. “Bet it’d be easy to steal, right? Just, like… Swim out to it, lower the sails, and let the wind take you.”

Niall snorts. And coughs. And coughs again. 

“You better be choking on smoke, man.” Harry digs in his pocket and pulls out a bottle of hand sanitizer, holding it up until Niall opens his palm. 

Niall coughs again and laughs his wheezing high-laugh. “Nah, man, I was picturing you stealing a boat.”

“I could do it,” Harry insists. It does seem plausible. Wind. Waves. Sails. The desire to be free. However, there’s also the desire to not get arrested. Or like, die in a boating accident or something. It’s not like he knows how to sail. Still, the drama. It’s appealing. 

“Right,” Niall says. “I don’t even think you could swim out to it. It’s far. And then you’d have to climb on board, lower the sail—”

“Okay, so I probably couldn’t steal it. But I could swim out there. And get on board. There’s like, a ladder. I think. Steps, maybe? It’s not that far.” Maybe it’s the beer and weed, but he’s sure he could do it, and he doesn’t think he’ll drown. “Bet I can swim there and back in like, no time.”

Niall snorts and coughs, standing up from the dock and pointing out at the small yacht. “It’s pretty far out in the inlet. Like, that’s a fucking swim, man.”

“Still think I could do it,” Harry says, pinching the joint and holding it to his lips. 

“Give you half my tips if you do it,” Niall says, and Harry whips his head around. 

“Seriously?” He could really use the money. 

“You’re not gonna fucking drown, are you?”

Harry shrugs. “Probably not.”

“I don’t know, man.” Niall hums quietly, circling his hand in the air, leaving a trail of smoke. “That’s like, one of my biggest fears: dying doing something stupid while high.”

“Legitimate fear. Good one,” Harry says, patting his pockets. Maybe Niall will bet him to do something… easier. “You backing out? ’Cause I’m not.”

“No, no. Hundred fifty,” Niall says, and Harry has to rethink their friendship. “But like, can you take a life jacket?”

Harry scowls. “Where am I supposed to get one of those?”

Niall points at the line of boats along the dock.

“I’m not stealing a life jacket. Just, like… Can you keep up with my shit. Like my wallet and keys?” Harry asks, and Niall nods. 

“Yeah, man,” Niall says. 

“My phone too,” Harry says, handing it over. He kicks off his smelly work shoes and peels off his socks. It’ll be a nice, brisk swim. Probably isn’t even that cold. He walks to the edge of the dock and bends down, dipping his toe into the water. It’s certainly not warm. 

He can do this. He’s a strong swimmer. Was on the swim team when he was… Well, that was a long time ago. And he supposes it wasn’t so much a team as a group of moms trying to get their kids to burn off energy in a pool. Still. He kept the ribbons and participation medals. 

“Okay, give me an hour. If I’m not back, call like, the coast guard or something.” Harry nods once and strips out of his dirty uniform, kicking it into a pile with his socks and shoes. 

“An hour? I can’t sit here for an hour and like, worry about you drowning.”

“It won’t take me that long. Look,” Harry says, pointing a shaking finger at the boat. “It’s not that far. And if I don’t think I can swim back, I’ll… I’ll steal a lifejacket.”

Niall lifts his phone and says, “Okay. I’m going to record this.”

“Use my phone, man.” Harry grabs it from the pile of his things and tosses it to Niall. 

“Yeah, okay. And here…” Niall pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket and hands Harry the bet money. 

Harry reaches for his wallet, but stops, standing and tucking the cash into his briefs. They’re tight enough that he doesn’t think he’ll lose the money in the water. He walks back to the end of the dock, and turns to face Niall. 

“Go ahead, Harry.” Niall holds up his phone, wheezing another laugh, and says, “Tell us what you’re about to do.”

“Swim to that boat and back. Niall gave me a hundred and fifty bucks,” Harry pats his dick through his underwear, and Niall snorts.

“He put the money under his dick,” Niall says, turning the phone around to film himself. “Like, he used his dick as a paper weight.”

“This is why we wash our hands, people,” Harry says, cupping himself. “Okay, okay, okay. Here goes!”

Toes curled around the edge of the wooden dock, Harry takes a few deep breaths, trying to gauge the distance to the boat, and then he dives. It’s remarkable what you remember. Swimming, though he hasn’t done it in years, feels similar to riding a bike in that way. Of course, his muscles aren’t used to the workout, and the movements don’t come as fluidly as they once did, but he’s also taller and stronger and, once he gets into a groove with his freestyle stroke, he is one hundred percent certain for the first time that he is not going to die while high and doing something stupid. Not tonight. His mom would be so pissed. 

Still, by the time he’s close enough to the boat to see that there is, in fact, a ladder similar to the ones in the pool he used to swim in, he’s exhausted. He can make it back to the dock, but only after a rest. 

Waves rock the boat, making it harder to hold on to the ladder, but Harry gets his footing and climbs up, water running off of his body onto the boat deck. The air is colder than he remembers, and his nipples pebble instantly. 

One hand on the ladder to steady himself, Harry turns around and waves at Niall. When Niall waves back, Harry gives him two thumbs up, which he hopes are visible on camera, and looks around. 

Turns out that yachts are pretty boring. At least the visible parts. The cold water sobered Harry the second he surfaced and took his first breath, and after swimming for so long, he’s now sober, exhausted, hungry, and shivering. And whatever’s interesting about the boat is probably locked up behind the two small doors that Harry hopes lead to some sort of room below. Though, he supposes there could be an engine or something in there. While he’s on board, he might as well find out. 

Harry reaches for the doors to see if he can feel any handles or latches, though it’s difficult to tell what’s what in the moonlight. The doors swing open towards Harry, and he screams, stumbling backwards into the table that he just carefully avoided banging his hip on, and he falls sideways, crashing into the edge of the cushioned bench, and landing in a twisted tangle of limbs.

Niall coughs, and Harry thinks he might’ve hit his head. 

A scratchy voice asks, “What the fuck?” 

“Niall?” Harry speaks to the stars in the sky, too stunned to move.

“Okay, what the fuck, Niall?” 

Funny. That doesn’t sound like Niall. Harry lets his head loll to the side and squints. 

“No, you’re not Niall,” Harry says decisively.

“No, I’m not Niall. I’m Louis.” The most beautiful man Harry’s ever seen rises up with a glowing golden light, and floats over him. He frowns, which makes Harry sad, and points at Harry, which makes him happy, and says, “You’re Niall.”

“No, I’m Harry.” He’s almost positive. 

“Okay, Harry, then. What the fuck?” Louis coughs, covering his mouth with his arm. “Damn it.”

“Oh… Do you have the plague?” Harry asks. 

“Did you swim out here to ask me that?” 

“Uh… um…” Harry thinks about the truth, while Louis looks him up and down, and wonders what Louis would prefer to hear. Leaning in and holding Harry’s face in his hand, Louis moves Harry’s head side to side, peering intently into his eyes. Harry lets him because it seems like the thing to do, it’s not like he’s busy otherwise. Louis combs his fingers through Harry’s hair, close to his scalp, and Harry stares in wonder at the look of concern on Louis’ face. “Yeah.” 

“Yeah?” Louis tips his head to the side. “Yeah, what?”

“Don’t know,” Harry says. “You touched my face. We’re not supposed to touch our faces and I think that includes, like, other people’s faces.”

“Shit,” Louis says, pulling back and standing up. 

“I’m in my underwear,” Harry says, because he is. He just realized that he’s laying on the deck, he supposes that’s what it’s called, in his tiny pink briefs and nothing else. His tiny pink briefs, a hundred a fifty dollars, and nothing else. 

Louis looks down at Harry’s crotch, nodding to confirm the fact, then looks up, holding his hand over his eyes as if to shade them from the moonlight. He turns back to Harry and asks, “Did you swim out here? There’s a guy on the dock, waving at me.”

“That’s Niall,” Harry says.

“Oh, that’s Niall,” Louis says, waving at Niall. Maybe it’s the moonlight or maybe he hit his head, but it’s the most graceful wave he’s ever seen. Louis scowls down at him. “You swam out here?”

“Yeah,” Harry says, pleased to know the answer.

“Why?” 

Harry remembers that he has a body, that it’s mostly naked, and that Louis is looking at him. He reaches down and cups his cock. “Niall gave me a hundred and fifty dollars.”

“And you’re touching your dick because…”

“Because of the hundred and fifty dollars,” Harry says. Duh. “Duh.”

“Okay,” Louis says, dragging out the sound and scowling at him again. Harry wants to pout, but Louis holds out his hand, as if to help Harry up, so Harry grins at him instead. Lifting his hands in the air, Harry stretches his arms up until Louis grabs him by both wrists, and pulls. Because there isn’t much space, Harry doesn’t get all the way to his feet before Louis runs out of room and can’t back up any farther. But Harry manages to get his ass onto the bench seat, and figures he’s not likely to fall again. 

“Sorry I, um…” Harry rubs the back of his head where he hit it, and there’s a bump, but no blood when he checks his hand. “Sorry. We were just fucking around. Niall bet I couldn’t swim out here. I didn’t know anyone was on the boat.”

“Were you planning to swim back? Or did you think that far ahead?” Louis asks, dropping back down through the door that he came out of before. A moment later, he returns with a stack of folded towels. He drapes a towel over Harry’s head and wraps one around his shoulders. “Dry off. Warm up.”

“Thanks,” Harry says. It’s nice of Louis to be so hospitable. He very carefully bends over where he’s seated and wraps a towel around his hair, then tightens the one on his shoulders. “I can probably swim back in a little while.”

“You really think you can swim back?” 

“No, but I was hoping you’d offer to like, sail me up to the dock.”

“Not tonight,” Louis says. “In the morning. When I can see.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry checks beside him on the bench and, seeing nothing, lays down.

Louis snorts. “Come below deck. You might as well sleep in a bed. You’ve already been exposed.”

“Exposed?” Harry gasps, towel toppling off his head as he clutches his hand to his chest. “You have the plague!” 

“I don’t, but my boss does,” Louis says with a shrug. “So, you could, I guess? This is his boat, so…” 

“Great. Thanks,” Harry says, unwrapping the towel from his hair. 

“You swam out here, man,” Louis says, turning and climbing through the doors. Now that he’s not lying on the floor, Harry can see the steps that lead down into the space under the boat. Below deck or whatever. Louis calls from down there, “You can use my phone.”

“Oh, yeah.” Harry tries to focus on the end of the dock and can see Niall still standing there, waiting. Carefully, Harry gets to his feet and makes his way over to the ladder, waving at him. Niall waves back and Harry points towards Louis, who he can see is waiting for him at the bottom of the steps. Probably worried that Harry will fall again. Harry drapes his towels over his shoulders, carefully climbing down, and Louis appears at the ready, should Harry be unable to handle three measly steps. It’s cute. Louis is cute. “Do you have any Tylenol?”

“I think, yeah. You hit your head, then?” 

Harry nods, and Louis reaches into a cabinet, which turns out to be a refrigerator, opening a bottle of water and handing it to Harry, who takes it, along with two Tylenol. 

“Here,” Louis says, unlocking his phone and placing it in Harry’s open palm. 

The only phone number Harry knows besides his mom’s is his own, which is convenient, since he left his phone with Niall. He climbs back up the step ladder and waves both arms to get Niall’s attention, hoping he’ll put it together and pick up. After his phone rings once, Harry waves again, phone in his hand so that maybe Niall will see it. When Niall jumps and claps, Harry laughs and holds the phone to his ear.

“Harry?” 

“Hey, man. Shit, I’m glad you answered.”

“Yeah, what the fuck is going on? Who’s that dude?”

“Louis,” Harry says, smiling at the sound. “It’s his boat. I fell and hit my head, but I’m okay. But also, I probably shouldn’t swim back. So Louis said he’ll take me in the morning, if you’ll come pick me up, but guess what?”

“What?” Niall obliges.

“I guess he’d quarantined himself out here or something. So I’m going to have to lock myself up in my room. Probably see if I can get tested. Will you bring me food? And maybe like a mask or something for me to wear while we’re in the car together? Oh, man, we share a bathroom…”

“Shit, man. Might as well stay on the boat,” Niall says.

“Well, fuck you too, Niall,” Harry says.

“Just sayin’ you might as well, but whatever. Yeah, I’ll come pick you up, but if you cough on me, I swear, Harry, I—”

“Thanks, man. Love you,” Harry says. “I guess I’ll call you when I’m about to head towards the dock.”

“Okay, Harry. Be careful,” Niall says, and hangs up. Harry waves at him one more time, then climbs back below deck to face a worried Louis.

As Harry takes the last step, he hands Louis his phone, catching his toe and falling into Louis’ chest. He blushes, remembering again that he’s practically naked. “Oops.”

“Hi,” Louis says, steadying him with his hands on Harry’s shoulders. “Okay?”

“Wait a minute…” Harry narrows his eyes. “Come below deck. Is that some… some euphemism?”

“Euphemism?” Louis laughs, rolling his eyes. “No one’s having sex, Harry. There’s a guest cabin, so you’ll have your own berth.”

“Oh,” Harry says, unable to hide his disappointment. “Okay, thanks.”

“Yeah, it’s right here,” Louis says, and Harry turns in place, away from the tiny kitchen, which he thinks probably has a specific nautical name, towards the other side of the stepladder. It reminds him of his grandparents’ camper. “Listen, um… Do you want something to sleep in? I have some—”

“Nah, I’m good,” Harry says, crawling onto the thin mattress and looking back over his shoulder. “Usually sleep naked, so I’d just take whatever it is off again.”

“Oh… Okay.” Louis nods, swallowing audibly. 

The bed in the guest cabin is made so neatly that Harry wonders if it’s ever been slept in, blankets tucked in so tight that it’s a bit of a struggle to pull them free, but he gets them loose and crawls underneath completely before wiggling out of his briefs. Sitting up, Harry shakes out his damp underwear and hangs them on a little hook that juts out of the wall, probably for someone’s glasses or hat. 

“Thanks, Louis, for like, not having me arrested.”

Louis laughs quietly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re welcome.”

“Also, thank you for letting me sleep here, but not for possibly giving me the plague. I’m not thrilled about that,” Harry says.

Again, Louis shrugs. “Sorry. Goodnight, Harry.”

“’Night, Louis,” Harry says, but he doesn’t lie back down until Louis steps forward and pulls the thin door to the cabin closed. As soon as he does, Harry reaches under the blanket and pulls out a hundred and fifty dollars, tucking the rolled up bills inside the flap of his briefs. Imagine, swimming all that way for a bet, and then losing the money. Especially now that he’s going to have to pay to go to the doctor. 

It’s an odd night’s sleep on the water. Once, when Harry was a teenager, he spent the night on a waterbed, but this is nothing like that. Occasionally, he feels like he’s falling, and wakes up panicking for a few seconds until he remembers where he is. When the sun rises, Harry is finally getting to sleep, so he buries his face in the pillow and ignores it. Louis will wake him up when he’s ready to take him to the dock. 

————

“Harry,” Louis’ urgent voice cuts through his dream. “Did you fuck with the anchor or something last night?”

Rolling onto his back, Harry rubs his eyes. “What? No.”

“You didn’t pull it up or mess with it?”

“No,” Harry says, sitting up. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess it must’ve come loose and we drifted or something, ’cause we’re not anchored off the inlet. There’s no dock, but we’re like, close to land, so…”

“Seriously? You don’t know where we are?” Harry asks, throwing back the blankets, and scooting to the end of the bed. 

“Can you?” Louis gestures to Harry’s crotch, and Harry smiles proudly. His dick is one of his favorite body parts; It’s nice when it’s appreciated by others. Still, he pulls on his pink briefs. 

“How can you not know where we are?” Harry stands, adjusting his semi, and Louis scoffs. “I just woke up.”

Louis ignores him and climbs out onto the deck, so Harry follows him up, looking around. The boat is just as close to the shore as it was from the dock, if not closer, and there’s marshland, which is somewhat familiar, but there are no docks or other boats. They must’ve floated into a preserved wildlife area or something. 

“I think we drifted north?” Louis slides aviator sunglasses over his eyes, and says. “My phone died, so I plugged it in. But we can probably check in a minute.”

“Oh,” Harry says, and watches Louis fiddle with something on the pedestal beside the steering wheel or helm or whatever it’s called.

“Shit. Seriously?” Louis smacks his hand against the wheel and slowly lowers his head down until he knocks his forehead on it. “The engine isn’t working.”

“Thought this was a sailboat,” Harry says, looking up at the empty mast. 

“Haha. It is, but boats like this have engines too, and that’s what I used. I don’t know a lot about sailing.”

“Me neither,” Harry says. “I don't know anything about it.”

“Okay, so, it’s fine. My phone’s probably charged enough now,” Louis says, going back below deck. This time Harry doesn’t follow, feeling sure that Louis will bring his phone out for a better signal. 

A few minutes later, Harry climbs down to find Louis sitting on the little sofa. 

“Nothing’s working. None of the outlets. The fridge. Lights. Nothing.”

“What… What do we do?” Harry asks, uselessly flipping a light switch. 

“Would Niall call someone? Like, if you don’t show up or call by a certain time?”

Harry nods. “He’s probably sleeping. Expecting me to call and wake him up.”

“Okay,” Louis says. “Okay, um… We have everything we need, like food and water and necessities. Hopefully Niall will call someone—”

“The Coast Guard,” Harry helpfully supplies. 

“Or anyone. But they’ll come find us.”

“How is nothing working?” Harry asks, following Louis below deck. 

“No clue,” Louis says, lying down on the little sofa. “Maybe we got struck by lightning.”

Staring at him, Harry drops onto the bench across from him. “It didn’t storm. It hasn’t rained at all. How’s that supposed to happen?”

“I don’t know, Harry. I’m not a weatherman.”

“Meteorologist.”

“Dude,” Louis says, turning his head to look right at him. “Shut up.”

Harry shuts up. 

Sweatpants would be nice. It’s not super cold. The weather is nice, actually, with clear skies and sun, and typically Harry’s pro-nudity, but Louis is wearing sweatpants. Dark grey ones. And they look comfy and warm and soft and they drape over Louis’ dick, drawing attention to it in a way that Harry can’t tell the intent. Which is why he wants sweatpants. Then he could lose the pink briefs, which dried stiffly overnight, and without underwear on, he knows he could draw Louis’ attention. 

“Remember when you offered me something to wear?” Harry sucks his lower lip between his teeth, ducking his chin and looking through his lashes. 

“Stop staring,” Louis says, and Harry’s mouth drops open. Not that he was being discreet, but he wasn’t expecting that response. “I have something. Hold on.”

Harry watches while Louis opens the door to his room, frowning at the oddly shaped bed. After a moment, during which only the curve of Louis’ ass is visible to Harry while the rest of him is hidden by the wall, Louis emerges with a wrinkled pair of cut off sweatpants. 

“They’re clean,” Louis says, shaking them out. “I didn’t think I’d be around people. So I just stuffed my clean laundry into a trash bag.”

“Okay, um, thank you,” Harry says, taking the shorts. “I keep my laundry in a basket.”

“I’m sure you do,” Louis says, stepping up into the sunlight. 

As soon as Louis is out of sight, Harry strips out of his briefs, tucking his money into the front, and hiding them under the edge of the mattress. The cut-off shorts are a much lighter grey than the pair of loosely fitting sweatpants Louis is wearing, and when Harry pulls them on, he finds they’re quite snug. He makes sure his dick is displayed in an aesthetically appealing, yet still properly lewd way, and ascends the stairs. 

“In a way, those are worse than your see-through pink bikini,” Louis says when he turns around. Even with his sunglasses on, he squints, and Harry wished he had a pair to protect his eyes. It’s bright out. 

“Those are briefs,” Harry says, looking down at the shadow his soft cock makes. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Piss over the side,” Louis says, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “No way the head is working when nothing else is.”

“Gross.”

“Yes. It is,” Louis says. 

Harry holds onto the railing with one hand, standing at the top of the ladder he climbed the night before, and pushed his shorts down with his free hand. It takes him a minute to get past being gun shy, but the wind blows and he pees, laughing at the arc it makes before it hits the water. 

Dick tucked in, Harry carefully sits on the bench and lets himself look. The trees on the bank come right up to the water in places, curving over so that it’d be nearly impenetrable. No telling what’s on the other side either. 

“What if I, um… need to, um…” 

“If you can’t hold it,” Louis starts, pausing and looking at Harry over his sunglasses. “We’d have to… I guess we’d have to… We could inflate the dinghy, paddle it over there.” He points at the nearest bit of sand — a beach, Harry supposes, though it’s not much bigger than the sailboat — and says, “And if you’ve ever been camping…”

“Oh,” Harry says, cheeks turning pink. “Never mind.”

“Yeah, hopefully, Niall will wake up and call someone. Or maybe somebody will see us.”

“Who’s gonna see us? There’s no one around.”

“True. I don’t know… Maybe we should go to the end of the, um… the trees there.” Louis points in the opposite direction, and Harry turns to look, shading his eyes with his hands. It’s not far, but there’s no way Harry would swim it, and he doesn’t know how far he could paddle on an empty stomach. Without coffee. Or a bathroom. 

“Are you serious?” Harry asks instead. “What’s that gonna do?”

Louis lifts the bench across from Harry and says, “Flares. Maybe we’re closer to the inlet than we realize and someone will see.”

“Okay, yeah. That makes sense,” Harry says, imagining hours on the water, paddling and going mere inches. “Do you have a hat or something?”

“Yeah, we’ll be gone a while. Sunscreen’s probably a good idea. Shirts, too.” Louis leads the way below deck. “And coffee.”

They wind up eating cereal, and Harry borrows a white t-shirt, a pair of oversized yellow sunglasses that he doesn’t think belong to Louis, a Louisville snapback that he thinks does, and the rest of a bottle of sunscreen that’s two months past it’s expiration date. It’s enough for his nose. 

Louis climbs down first, into the dinghy, and Harry tosses the paddles to him. It’s reassuring watching him moving gracefully in the little boat, tucking a cooler in the back corner alongside the package of signal flares. Even if he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he looks like it, and he thought to bring lunch. He helps Harry from the ladder to the dinghy, pointing to the other side. 

“Sit up there,” Louis says, tapping his paddle on the end of the seat up front. “I’ll steer from the back.”

Using his paddle, Louis pushes the dinghy away from the boat, and they start towards the edge of the trees. At first, they’re out of sync with each other, but they get it after a few minutes, paddling and coasting, paddling and coasting, while Louis keeps them heading in the right direction. It’s exhausting and they’ve barely started. 

“See that beach?” Louis points to a short stretch of sand with a fallen tree in the center. “Stopping there.”

“Okay,” Harry says, paddling as Louis steers them that way. 

They don’t talk much, except for Louis giving instructions occasionally to move them closer to the beach. They get there faster than Harry expected, and it’s much too early for lunch. As they approach the sand, the water clears some, and Harry watches crabs and fish darting away at the sight of the boat. There’s a splash, and Harry looks up to see Louis wading his way around to the front of the boat, holding onto the rope on the side and guiding it in. Harry puts his paddle beside Louis’, tucking the end under the seat so it won’t fall out.

“Sit,” Louis says as he passes Harry, reaching his hand down and circling his fingers around Harry’s ankle. Harry sits. And Louis pulls the boat through the shallow water to the beach. “Okay, you can jump off now. Help me get the boat onto the sand.”

Even in a few inches of water, the boat is wobbly and hard to move around in, but Harry quickly scoots to the side and throws his legs over, sliding down into the cold water and helping haul the boat ashore. They pull it all the way up into the sand, and Louis grabs the oars, tossing one to Harry. He reaches into the cooler and pulls out a roll of toilet paper, wrapping it around his hand and giving the wad of tissue to Harry.

“Take your paddle. You go that way,” Louis says, pointing at Harry, who takes a moment to figure out what’s going on. Louis jerks his thumb in the opposite direction. “I’ll go this way.”

“Okay…” Harry stands there, paddle in one hand, tissue in the other. “How will I know how far to go?”

Louis sighs, looking at the woods around the beach. It’s fairly dense, and neither of them have shoes on. “I’m just going to sing. I’ll sing, you sing, so we can judge how far away from each other we are. We go as far as we can, I guess, and then just… dig a hole. And, you know, bury it.”

“Okey dokey,” Harry says.

“Yeah…” Louis takes his sunglasses off and hangs them from the loose collar of his t-shirt, and says, “Coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine.”

“Oh!”

“Gotta gotta be down because I want it all,” Louis sings, raising his eyebrows and spinning on his heel. He walks towards the tree line, raising his voice as he goes. “It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?”

“It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss,” Harry sings back, walking the other way. 

Harry stumbles over vines and branches, singing his heart out, turning now and then to look back at the boat. When he can’t see the boat, which doesn’t take long considering how thick the growth is, he stops to listen. He can’t hear Louis, which means Louis hopefully can’t hear him. It is not the most embarrassing bathroom situation Harry’s ever been in, so he takes it all in stride, and he sings his way back to the beach and the boat, where Louis is waiting with hand sanitizer. A king among men.

They push the boat back into the water, climbing in once they’re deep enough, and paddling towards the edge of the trees. When they get there, the sun is high in the sky, and Harry’s arms are no longer his own. They’ve become extensions of his paddle. 

“Let’s get around the end here, then hopefully we’ll know which way to point the flare,” Louis says, paddling harder. Harry follows suit and they pass the last few trees on their left. 

The inlet where he first climbed onto the yacht leads to the ocean. Harry’s been out there before, and just past the trees at the end is a buoy and a marker and past that, you can see up and down the beach. Hotels and large houses that meet the dunes, and dunes that meet the sand. There’s a natural area nearby where trees grow right up to the beach, but on the other side of the much wider dunes there, is a parking lot. 

When they pass the last few trees on their left, they lift their paddles, and Harry looks left, then he looks right, then left again. The way the land curves along the water makes it difficult to see much, but there is no land visible across the water, and it looks like the ocean. He looks again, south he reckons, and turns to Louis. “Where the fuck are we?”

“Jesus,” Louis says, shading his eyes, even with sunglasses and a hat on. “I don’t see anything.”

“How far did we drift in… What? Six hours?” Harry shakes out his arms, then takes off his hat, combing his fingers through his sweaty, dirty hair. It’s so far back to the boat. The inflatable dinghy floats, no longer moving forward into the ocean, water lapping at the sides. Harry checks that his paddle is secure, and jumps overboard. Cold water touches every inch of his skin at once, making him forget which way is up, but he figures it out, kicking to the surface, gasping for air. 

“Harry!” Louis shouts, holding his paddle out for Harry to grab hold. “What the fuck?”

Harry lets go of the paddle and sinks into the water, swimming the rest of the distance to the dinghy. “Sorry. Was just hot and I was pissed off.”

“And wanted to drown yourself?” Louis asks, leaning down to grab hold of Harry’s t-shirt. “I’m gonna count to three, and you kick like you’re swimming hard.”

Harry nods, and Louis hooks his hands underneath both of Harry’s arms and, on the count of three, when Harry kicks his feet, Louis hauls him out of the water. He pulls Harry over the side and into the inflatable boat, rolling out of the way just in time, so that Harry lands beside him and not on top of him. 

“Holy shit,” Harry says, panting. “Sorry.”

“What the fuck?” Louis repeats, leaning over the side, cupping water in his hands, and splashing it on his face. 

“I wanted to go swimming,” Harry explains. 

“So you jumped overboard?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t think—”

“Clearly,” Louis says, sticking his paddle back in the water. “Let’s get back to the boat.”

Rather than try to explain further, Harry saves his energy for paddling. It probably wouldn’t make sense if he said it outloud anyway. The tide is rising as they paddle back, so the current carries them, making the trip easier than the first half. Still, when they reach the boat, and Louis grabs hold of the rope, Harry thinks he might not be able to climb the ladder, his arms are worn out. But Louis climbs up first, and his ass makes it easy for Harry to follow. 

“Now what?” Harry asks, flopping onto the bench as soon as he steps off the ladder. “Wait and hope someone finds us?”

Louis sits across from him, frowning. He takes off his hat and sunglasses, rubbing his eyes and combing his fingers through his messy, sweat damp hair. “I don’t know. I thought we’d see more than… I thought we’d see like, hotels or another boat or something.”

“Me too,” Harry says. Though they couldn’t really see much when they looked south. “Do you think we drifted north or south or like… out to sea?”

“North, man. The current flows north, and once we drifted out of the inlet, we would’ve just gone with it.” 

“I’m hungry,” Harry says, patting his empty stomach. “Time is it?”

“No clue, man. Sometime in the afternoon,” Louis says, pointing to the sun. He stands and waves for Harry to follow. “Come on. We should eat.”

Louis pulls everything out of the little refrigerator and freezer, and while he decides what needs to go, Harry makes them sandwiches. There’s more food than they’ll need, and once Harry’s stomach is full, he’s able to think a little more clearly. 

“So, we wait,” Harry says.

“I’m not paddling anywhere anytime soon,” Louis responds, squeezing his shoulder and shaking out his arms. 

“I don’t want to paddle anywhere ever again. Are you sure you can’t sail the boat?”

“I can sail the boat. I choose not to,” Louis says, climbing out onto the deck.

“What?” 

“I know a little bit,” Louis says when Harry follows. 

Not knowing anything at all about sailing, Harry figures it can’t be that hard. He climbs up on the bench and steps up on top of the boat, carefully walking to the mast and looking at the rolled up sail. “A little bit,” Harry says.

“My boss taught me some, but it makes me nervous, so I don’t do it.”

“It makes you nervous, so you don’t do it?” Harry asks, not quite believing him. “But you could, technically, sail us out of here, and like, just follow the coast until we get back home.”

“That or we could capsize and drown,” Louis says. 

“We have life jackets. We won’t drown.”

“Who’s coming to rescue us then?” 

Harry shrugs. “All I’m saying is I don’t want to be stuck here any longer than I have to.”

“In a hurry to self-isolate in your apartment?” Louis asks. 

“Ugh. I forgot about the plague.”

“Stop calling it that. The plague is a real thing.”

“Whatever. Just because you want to be all alone on a boat doesn’t mean I do.”

“Well, hopefully Niall will pull through, then.” Louis looks up at him and when Harry slaps his hand against the rolled up sail, Louis shakes his head and disappears back below deck. The door to his cabin is closed when Harry follows him to try to continue the conversation, and despite the fact that he can obviously hear Harry, Louis doesn’t respond to anything he says. Eventually, he gives up and goes back up top. They were out in the sun for so long, but his skin isn’t pink at all, so Harry takes off his shirt and rolls up his shorts, laying on the cushioned bench and falling asleep in the late afternoon. 

He wakes up stiff and sore and still tired, blinking up at Louis, who’s standing over him, surrounded by pink and purple light. 

“Ooh, pretty,” Harry says, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. The sun is setting behind the trees and he’s awake just in time to watch it. 

Louis sits beside him, resting his arms on the back of the bench. “Forty-eight hours.”

“Huh?”

“I want to wait until it’s been forty-eight hours. Give them a chance to find us,” Louis says, scratching at his beard. He turns slightly, dropping his hands into his lap. “Not tomorrow, but the next morning. If we haven’t been rescued, I’ll try to sail south.”

“Okay, but no capsizing,” Harry says. 

Louis stills, shaking his head. “Have to wait and see.”

———

They are not rescued the following day. And they don’t talk about it. After breakfast, they paddle to the nearest beach and sing “Mr Brightside” at the top of their lungs while tromping through the trees in opposite directions. While Harry is using his paddle to push aside vines and brush on the way back to the beach, he sees something slithering past him in his peripheral vision. He screams, crashing through the trees and doesn’t stop until he’s waist deep in the water. 

From the shore beside the boat, Louis watches him curiously. “What’d you see?”

“Snake, I think!” Harry shivers and wraps his arms around himself. 

“Thought it might’ve been a bear,” Louis says, pushing the boat into the water and hopping on board. “This close to the water, it was probably an alligator or a water moccasin.”

Harry throws himself forward in the water, swimming as fast as he can towards the sound of Louis’ loud cackle. He’s able to push off of the sand and pull himself into the dinghy, though he lands even less gracefully than he did the day before when Louis hauled him out of the ocean. 

“Jesus, fuck. That scared the shit out of me,” Harry says, clambering to sit up. 

“Really?” Louis smirks, passing Harry’s paddle to him. 

Harry rolls his eyes. “Poop jokes.”

“Timely poop jokes,” Louis says. “Paddle harder or the snake’ll catch us!”

Harry paddles harder, ignoring Louis’ laughter behind him. “I don’t care if you’re kidding. That was scary.”

“That’s why you have the paddle and your beautiful singing voice,” Louis says. 

“Bear and snake protection?” Harry scowls at Louis over his shoulder. 

“Better than nothing.”

The next morning, when they still have not been rescued, Harry sings so loudly that Louis laughs instead of singing along with him. He bangs his paddle against the trees, and doesn’t see any animals, but Louis manages to scare him anyway once he’s back in the boat and thinks he’s safe. They’re just getting out of the shallows, when Louis smacks his paddle on the surface of the water and yells, “Snake!”

Harry tries his hardest to give him the silent treatment, but Louis seems to enjoy it, humming to himself, and singing quietly while he moves around the boat. And he doesn’t know what he expected the process of getting ready to sail the boat to be like, but it happens much faster than he would’ve thought. There are a lot of ropes, and more than one sail, and many other things that Harry doesn’t know the name or the purpose of, but eventually Louis tells him to raise the anchor. And then he has to show him how to do it. 

The wind catches the sail, and whether or not he knows what he’s doing, Louis smoothly maneuvers them out onto the ocean heading south. It seems easiest to stay out of his way, so Harry does, and water flies past beneath them. They aren’t sailing long before Harry sees his first dolphin. It breaches the surface, swimming alongside the boat and playing in the wake. 

“Where the hell are we?” Harry asks the dolphin. 

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Louis says. 

“I was talking to the dolphin.”

“Ooh!” Louis looks over that side of the boat, and says, “Oh, wow…” 

Grinning, Harry looks again to find at least six or seven of them playing behind the boat. “So cool. I wonder how long they’ll stay with us.”

Louis shrugs, tightening some rope that Harry would ask the name of, but he doesn’t really care. The wind picks up as they move south, and Harry makes himself wait until he’s absolutely sure they’ve been going the same direction for at least an hour before saying something. 

“When do you think we’ll get there?” Harry asks, kicking his bare feet up onto the metal railing behind the bench and laying down. 

“Where?” Louis asks, frowning at him and sweeping his arm around in a half-circle. “We’re traveling at about five knots. I figure we’ve gone maybe ten or twelve miles.”

“Oh my god, why’s it so slow?” Harry whines, throwing his arm over his eyes. 

“It’s a small sailboat, Harry. Top speed is like, seven knots.”

“What does that mean?”

Rolling his eyes, Louis says, “Not fast enough for you, guaranteed.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Craning his neck, Harry scowls at him until he answers. 

“Means you’re a spoiled brat,” Louis snaps. 

“Fuck you too.”

“I really, really don’t think so.”

“Lame,” Harry retorts. “And boring.”

Louis hums, ignoring him. When Harry opens his mouth to ask again because there’s still no sign of another boat or anything, Louis excitedly says, “Oh! You know what we didn’t try?”

“What?” Harry sits up, ready to do whatever it is. 

“You should ask your mom to come get you.”

“Clever,” Harry says, crossing his arms and leaning back to look up at the sky. 

They don’t speak to each other until Louis says, “Come hold us steady for a second.”

“No, no, no.” Harry shakes his head and his finger, just to be sure Louis understands he wants nothing to do with the actual operation of the boat. 

“Fine. Guess I can piss right here,” Louis says, looking pointedly at Harry, who’s sitting fairly close to him. “You’re into watersports, right?”

Harry stares at him, cheeks heating. Belatedly, he rushes out, “No!” 

While Louis snickers, Harry takes the WTFWHEEL and does his best to keep it from spinning out of his hand. As soon as Louis finishes, Harry pees off the back of the boat too. 

“Is the wind picking up?” Harry asks. 

“Yeah,” Louis says. “Do me a favor?”

Narrowing his eyes, Harry says, “Depends.”

“Go below and, in the little cabinet under the bench, is a pair of binoculars.”

“Oh, okay,” Harry agreed, carefully climbing down the few steps. Right where Louis said they would be, Harry finds them, along with a box of books full of maps that he leaves alone. He climbs back on deck and, instead of handing the binoculars to Louis, he holds them to his eyes and adjusts the focus. “How far do these things see?”

“As far as your eyes do,” Louis answers shortly.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“You should be able to see something about fifteen miles away like it’s right in front of you,” Louis says, reaching a hand out for the binoculars, but Harry doesn’t give them to him. 

“I can’t see shit.”

“Take the lens caps off.”

“I did. I mean, all I see is water and trees and some clouds.”

“Give them to me,” Louis insists, and Harry does, rolling his eyes as he sits back down on the bench. With his sunglasses perched on top of his head, Louis holds the binoculars to his eyes. “What the fuck?”

“Right? So weird,” Harry says, taking the binoculars back and looking again. The clouds ahead are much darker than the few wisps of white they’ve seen so far. “What do we do?”

Louis shrugs. “All we can do is keep going south. Eventually we’ll get home.”

“Yeah, but what if we don’t?” 

“What?”

“Like, what if this is some parallel universe,” Harry offers, letting his mind wander. “Like an unpopulated world.”

Snorting loudly, Louis shakes his head. “Whatever you say, Harry.”

“Do you think we should be sailing towards those clouds?” 

“I… Should we find a place to anchor? Not like we can check the weather, but the last time I looked, the forecast said the past few days were supposed to be cold and cloudy, not warm and sunny, and there weren’t any storms expected.”

“Dunno. Those look like storm clouds to me,” Harry says, pointing at them. “We could stop here. Maybe it’s going inland, and we can wait for it to pass.”

“Storms usually travel up the coast. We could go west. See if we can go around it. Or go north. Try to find a place to dock that way.”

“Go back the way we came?” Harry pouts. 

“I don't know, Harry! Would you rather go towards the dark, and what are, frankly, ominous clouds? You’re supposed to tie the fucking boat up during a storm, but I don’t see any docks. Do you?”

“Shit. Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” Harry gets to his feet, looking south through the binoculars and slowly turning east. The clouds—Louis is right, they are ominous looking—seem to go on forever. There’s no going around them. “What’s north of us?”

“No fucking clue, man.” Louis loosens the sail, and goes below deck, returning before Harry can follow with the box of books and maps. He hands the box to Harry, and folds a map out on the table, pointing to the familiar curve of the coast.  “Yeah. See? You swam to the boat here. And the only natural areas around are the few state parks, but even there they have buildings and shit. Like, you can tell people have been there. We’ve traveled for hours, probably close to twenty miles.”

“Wow,” Harry says, maybe he’s dreaming. 

While Louis turns the boat around, Harry sits, flipping through an old book of maps, full of expired coupons for restaurants and attractions. On one page, there’s a large picture of a cartoon owl that says ‘Give A Hoot! Don’t Pollute!’ And Harry frowns. 

“Have you seen any litter?” Harry asks, putting the book back in the box.

Louis looks over the side of the boat, as if fully expecting to see a plastic bottle floating by. Slowly, he says, “No.”

“You know what?” Harry snaps his fingers, and says, “I bet I knocked myself out when I hit my head and this is just a dream or a hallucination or something.”

“Yeah? What about me?” Louis rolls his eyes, looking over his shoulder at the clouds behind them. 

Harry shrugs. “What about you?” 

“Why am I in your hallucination? I’d rather not be, so you could just hallucinate me out?”

“I can try,” Harry says, closing his eyes in concentration. While he’s at it, he pictures himself waking up, but neither thing has happened by the time he opens his eyes again. “Maybe if I go to sleep.”

“You do that. Because I might need your help in a little while, and I’d rather you get some rest.” Louis shoos him towards the doors and Harry goes below, curling up on his bed and falling asleep fast. 

————

“Up! Wake up, Harry!”

Harry sits up, rubbing his eyes and slowly realizing he’s still on the boat. “Still hallucinating.”

“Nope! Get up here and help me figure out what to do,” Louis orders, stepping up on deck before he finishes talking. 

And while it does still feel like it must be a dream or a hallucination, it feels real too. Harry joins Louis up top, looking south, frowning at the clouds in the distance. “Are they closer?”

“Yeah, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Go faster,” Harry says. 

“I can’t go any faster.” Louis hands him the binoculars and says, “We can either keep following the coast and hope the storm turns west. We can find a place to anchor, tie the boat up as well as we can, and ride it out below deck. Or we could head east, out to sea.”

“This is like one of those choose your own adventure books,” Harry says, looking back at the storm. 

“I think our best bet is to keep going for now, and be on the lookout for a safe place to spend the storm.” 

“Then why didn’t you just do that?” 

“Because I didn’t want to just make the decision without talking to you. And I’ll need your help, no matter what we do.”

Harry scoffs, crossing his arms and cocking his hip to the side. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Depends. If we keep going? Use the binoculars to scout ahead for an inlet or somewhere we can tie up the boat,” Louis says, pointing to the binoculars in Harry’s hand. “What do you want to do?”

“Keep going. Obviously,” Harry says, rolling his eyes. “We’re more likely to find a dock or something, right?”

“Sure,” Louis replies, but it’s clear he doesn’t believe they’ll find anything. 

Harry ignores him, looking through the binoculars at the coast, searching for someplace to park. Or whatever. They sail for a few hours, finding a few places that look promising until they get close and they don’t seem deep enough for the boat. 

“This sucks,” Harry says, dropping onto the bench. “We’re about to get rained on.”

“We’re about to get caught in a fucking hurricane,” Louis snaps, tightening one of the ropes.

“Are you serious?” Harry turns to look back at the storm. It just looks like a mass of dark grey clouds, but there are sheets of rain visible now. 

“I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s fucking huge. We have to find a place to hunker down.”

Sputtering a laugh, Harry says, “Hunker down.”

Louis stares at him for a moment, then snatches the binoculars from him, looking ahead between doing whatever else he does to the sails and the steering wheel. It probably has an official nautical name, but Harry doesn’t care enough to ask. Instead, he goes below, crawling into bed again. 

[peonyblossom]

What books are your MC's and their LI's currently reading? What music are they currently listening to?

ooh what a great question! well first off, all of my MCs and their LIs are listening to The Tortured Poet's Department 🥰 but specifically...

Sydney is listening to Perrie Edwards new song (and her first solo song!!), "Forget About Us" and honestly isn't reading much rn tbh Ethan is just reading, like, medical journals and stuff lol. He's listening to the same music as Syd just because Syd likes to play music, like, all the time in their apartment. Ethan also likes to listen to opera music (but i don't know enough about opera music to list specifics lol)

Jackie is listening to Cowboy Carter by Beyoncé and is reading Sappho's poetry 🥰 Thomas is probably reading some film book or something LMAO and is listening to Cowboy Carter with Jackie <3 He's not as into country music as she is, but he's also not going to say no to listening to Beyoncé <3

Jules is listening to Cowboy Carter as well and also Dixon Dallas's new song "Leave This All Behind" and is reading some gay erotica book probably lol Kit is listening to Cowboy Carter obvi and Hozier's new EP "Unheard". Lowkey I feel like Kit and Jules would have their own mini bookclub where they read gay erotica books together.

Kalani is listening to Niall Horan's album "The Show" and he's reading books from Alpha Tau's library on being a werewolf so he can learn about his new life and stuff Channing is listening to, like, classic rock (I don't know specifics rn lol). I'm not sure what he's reading right now, but he definitely made Kalani a little reading list of books he should read from the Alpha Tau library hehe

[1d1195]

I’m going INSANE!!!! I loved the first part of dolcezza!!!!!! I absolutely LOVE the “love at first sight” trope idc what anyone says ITS A CLASSIC and I just LIVE for romance stuff!

Also the way I always somehow deeply relate to your MCs is kinda crazy like hello!?? I always feel called out lol but her having a stalker was a shock and of course she didn’t even notice it at first :( I have so many questions about that like are we going to learn more about it later in the story? Or do you think the stalker might show up again?!

THE WAY THEY MET WAS SO PERFECT AHHH that dramatic effect of physically bumping into each other AGHHH PERFECT! And him pet name dropping that same moment along with the OG “Kitten” name!?! Ugh I love him already! I also think it’s so adorable how everyone we’ve met at the restaurant already has a name assigned for her even if they haven’t know each other like Antonio, Niall, and Harry all having one for her just makes we want to explode from how cute it is!

OH MY GOD DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED WHEN HARRY COMPLIMENTED HER ABOUT HER NOT NEEDING TO CHANGED?!?? I swear I wanted to melt into the floor because how can he just drop that and act so casually!?! I would have COMBUSTED!!! But ngl I would have reacted the same way lol idk why it’s simple things like that make my brain go haywire sometimes lol

Ahhhh I’m already so excited for the next part!!!! But you take your time and rest! You deserve it and SO much more!!! No pressure!—💜

Sometimes I think I like writing just to read your reactions 💕 (not that I think it’s worthy of the reaction, it’s just something I do look forward to! I hope you know what I mean.)

I love love at first sight. I have a whole bf and I still dream about it 🤭

Bestie, I think we share a brain cell probably. Thats why you relate. This whole blog is an informal way of me coping with my unstable mental state. Most of my characters are me calling myself out 🙃 so sorry to call you out but at least you have company! 💕

Stalking—def called an audible on the fly. I needed a little something, something. Don’t you worry it won’t be the last you hear of it 😉

I wanted her to have her own nickname but I think I’ll die before I stop calling the MC kitten. Lazy writing but. It’s nearly necessary for me hahaha

I need someone who speaks Italian to confirm my little names. I did a google search and translate but I’m so worried I sound like an idiot because the internet lied. Tesorino is supposed to be darling (according to the web). Dolcezza said sweetness. I’m a little more confident about principessa (I love a good cognate!)

Think it’s safe to say he’s head over heels for her 🥰😉 my brain goes crazy too! Made it halfway to work a month ago before I realized I forgot makeup 🙃 I would pass out from a compliment from Harry for sure. Immediately.

You’re so nice! Right now, I have next to NOTHING for part 2. I haven’t had time to write yet this week but just finished a book this evening so hopefully I can write tomorrow/Thursday and the weekend!

Hope studying is going well 💕

Xoxo

[facewithoutheart]

for the wip game, can i ask about two? Bagatha and Dance Fic, please!

Yeah! Thanks for the ask 🥰😘 These are a little dud-y so it’s probably best to explain them together.

Bagatha is a crack fic/character study where I try to figure out what Baz would look like if he thought he was straight. It’s inspired by this comedy set where a newly out lesbian describes how her guy friend taught her to… you know. 🍽️🐱. And he says something like “what you gotta do is find a song that lasts X minutes, go down there, think about nothing and just do the job.” And the comedian is like… dude, are you sure you like women? But I came up with this idea in my post-surgery funk where I struggled to write anything (she says, like that isn’t still true) and haven’t picked it back up. Maybe I’ll get this one done in time for April Fools but I wouldn’t hold my breath.

Dance Fic was an attempt to combine two things: a Watford era fic with an organized dance and a Marta-fest fic where Baz and Simon are getting conflicting advice from their horoscopes. Another post-surgery fic idea that failed to get off the ground. I think I ended up looking up costar horoscopes and got distracted lol. Reading my one paragraph start, my favorite thing is the HC that Niall is totally the type of friend who sends you podcasts you’ll never listen to.

From this ask game

[enchantedlandcoffee]

9 and 11 for the fic asks

hey anon <3

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

"Didn't love you enough back?" The anguish that Louis felt quickly turned to anger as he quietly seethed. "How could you say that when barely an hour ago I woke up screaming your name because I thought you'd died? When I called Niall at fucking 3 in the morning to make sure you were still breathing. When the sound of your voice unharmed sent me into a panic attack because I nearly lost the one person in my life that I can't live without. So don't even think that I don't love you enough." 

Most of my rants from If The World Was Ending, You'd Come Over, Right? to be honest 😅

11. How many words do you have on AO3 (if you use that platform)

I have 48,304 words on AO3 so far 🥰

(yet another) Fanfic Writer Ask Game

[goldensstateofgrace]

• Two year and 1.3k Followers Celebration

Celebration Masterlist | Ask Box

It has officially been two years since I posted my first ever fic on here and I wanted to celebrate that and the fact that i’ve hit 1.3k followers 

I am so so extremely grateful for every single one of you and I have no words to express how much your continued support means to me! <3 

So all that being said, I’m hosting an ask game and fic challenge for anyone who wants to participate!! 

The Fic Challenge and my Ask Box are open from Jan 30th to Feb 14th 

Rules 

You can use any one of the prompt lists listed below, or come up with your own concept

Make sure you tag me when you post your fic so i’ll see it and I can add it to the celebrations fic masterlist!! 

Use the #goldensstateofcelebration & #goldensstateofcelebrationfics in the tags of your fic pls 

If you write anything NSFW make sure it tag it as such 

You can write for Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Calum Hood, or Luke Hemmings with any trope you’d like 

Please try and make your fics more than 500 or less and 6,000 words 

You can also send me an ask with any one of the prompt lists and which dialogue prompt you’d like and I’ll try my best to write it

Prompt Lists

Responses for after a kiss

Jealous / Protective prompts 

Dialogue for lovers in denial 

Worried and relieved dialogue starters 

Emoji Ask Game 

🎧 - I’ll shuffle one of my playlists three times and rank the songs I get

🥰 - A random pic/meme I have in my camera roll

✨ - Send me three book tropes and I’ll rank them from my favorite to least favorite

🫶 - send me this and I’ll tell you honestly what I think abt you and your blog (for mutuals)

Tagging my mutuals

@thesadstoryofme @watchyourbluesturngolden @allegras-sunflower @alittletaste @swiftmendeshoran @gurugirl @harrysblackcoat @stylesmygucci @stylessupremacy @lukesaprince @fkinavocado @hazelhearts @theshyspy @harrysfolklore @daydreaming-laur @stucktoyou