#elounor fanfiction

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Inhaling Every Moment

A/N: OK I already apologized for this in my previous post. The whole thing isn’t heart-wrenching, I promise. Like and comment, reblog or DM with feedback! And a super fluff-filled nothing sad at all Christmas one-shot is coming in December. So here’s Christmas 2016....

The air felt colder than usual, but it had nothing to do with close to freezing temperatures outside. Louis wasn’t sure his life could have been in a more horrific state than it was that chilly night in December. The funeral had been held two weeks ago and he didn’t know how there were any tears left in him. After that awful day, it had been too much for him to keep leaning on Dani. Snapping at her when she was just trying to help and then apologizing over and over again until their relationship had more tension than comfort. She had left two days after his X-factor performance, on amicable terms. He knew it wasn’t her fault he was so upset with the world right now, but he didn’t think he could be with anyone in his current state. And of course, she had been at the funeral. Some part of him had expected to see Eleanor there, but when he actually saw her in living, breathing, form, it was like someone had sliced open freshly sewn stitches. He’d barely been able to say more than a few words to her.

His birthday had passed yesterday without any festivity beyond reading a hopelessly long letter his mother had left behind for him, telling him how proud she was and that she wished him only to find peace in the coming year. Lottie had also made him eat something and changed his sheets, and then taken him and Fizzy, along with the older twins to get hot chocolate. It had been a sort of quiet he wasn’t used to, but he had never been more thankful to have so many sisters. They were all in this together, at least.

And there had been today. Christmas. In their rented London home close to the hospital that no one could bear to leave just yet. Nobody woke up early to open gifts, but Dan and Fizzy had started making pancakes around noon as people drifted downstairs. It was an odd kind of relief to have things to do that day. Traditions that simply had to be upheld lest they have one more reminder of Jay’s absence. And so, they had decorated the tree that had sat neglected for the past month as they had been too busy with goodbyes and funeral plans and grieving to worry about something as trivial as ornaments. The memories held in each little trinket he hung up ended up being of far more comfort than he thought they would. He had found all the little things he’d made her in primary school, ornaments from different years which read “the Tomlinsons”, and listed names on some item. The first looked like a cookie sheet and simply held Marks name, his mum’s, and his own. The most recent was in the shape of a large snow globe and held at the top “The Tomlinson-Deakin Family” and read on tiny name plaques, “Jay, Dan, Mark, Louis, Lottie, Fizzy, Daisy, Phoebe, Doris, Ernest”. He’d smiled, wondering what the person who had done the calligraphy must have thought, writing all those names. Every single one of the kids had some creative ‘Baby’s 1st Christmas’ one as well, his own simply stating those words on a tiny silver frame that held a photo of his Mum with him at one day old, not even discharged from the hospital yet.

They had sat in the living room and opened a few gifts from each other, before they had finally addressed the tense absence hanging in the air. Each of them had gone around and told the happiest story they could think of about Johannah. And for awhile they had laughed even though the pain was still fresh. She had brought so much joy to their lives. They had stayed in their cocoon of togetherness, not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of seeing their mum in each other’s eyes, but then children started to fuss, and the night had to end as Lottie and Fizzy got the younger twins off to bed. He had to let the great world spin, whether he wanted to or not.

It was close to midnight now. He knew all the older girls were probably crowded into one bedroom, asleep on each other, as they had been since the funeral. He sat downstairs, in a back room with vaulted ceilings that was full of windows to let light in during the day. He was curled up on the couch, with his knees hugged to his chest feeling completely numb.  He took out his phone in hopes of finding a distraction, scrolling mindlessly through the names in his phone. Louis wasn’t even sure how or why he had hit call on Eleanor’s contact, it just happened.

Meanwhile, El sat in her sweatpants alone in her London flat. She couldn’t bring herself to go home to Manchester. She’d tried to enjoy herself earlier with a friend who’d invited her to dinner, but now she simply felt alone, save for Bruce, who she was currently using as a pillow. She missed Jay with everything in her, but more than that, she missed the normalcy of being around the Tomlinsons and how comforting it had been just to wrap Daisy and Phoebe in her arms at the funeral. His family was the only one that was going through this process with her, but she felt like an intruder, so she kept her communication to a minimum. When her phone rang, she didn’t intend to answer it until she saw the contact name flash.

“…. Hello?” She answered hesitantly.

“Hey,” Louis said quietly.

“You’re up late,” she mumbled.

“Surprised you’re still awake,” Louis replied awkwardly.

“I haven’t really slept much since….you know. Did you need something?” She asked with curiosity rather than annoyance.

Louis paused as if trying to remember something. “Not…not really, I guess. Just can’t sleep either, although apparently everyone else can.”

Eleanor spoke before she thought, “Do you want me to come over?”

“I can’t say the answer is no. I promised you no more lies, but if you’re tired, I understand” he told her, which was true. They had spoken briefly after Jay told her about Brianna’s pregnancy. It had been a strange conversation where she questioned why he felt the need for her to know before the public, and he’d answered her that despite not feeling they could reconciliate, he felt he owed her honesty, and that honesty wasn’t letting someone you had been with for three and a half years find out you were having a child from the media.

“I’m a little tired, but that doesn’t mean I can fall asleep anytime soon. Be over in ten?” El didn’t know why she agreed. A little birdie (actually twin ones with iPhones) had informed her when Danielle had gone back to America and their general understanding that Louis and she had split.

“Yeah that works…. See you soon.” The line went dead as he hung up.

El turned to Bruce, “I have to go, love.” The dog answered by putting his head on his paws. “….Actually? Do you want to go for a ride in the car…yeah?” The dog’s ears perked up and he sat, pawing at her. “Alright, but we have to be very quiet.”

She grabbed a clean sweater, double checked she had on deodorant, and didn’t bother beyond that. She packed up her golden-doodle and started her car.

Lou texted her to come in the side door, where the deck was waiting off the room where he currently sat. He heard her pull up but didn’t see her until she was at the glass door, holding a giant bundle of tan fur in her arms. Lou gently slid the door open as she stepped in and set Bruce down. “You brought your dog?!” He whisper shouted.

El shushed him in reply, quietly telling Bruce to lay down. “Yes, I brought my dog. You have to take care of them you know.” She wasn’t sure why she was being so forward, although Louis had purchased Bruce for her and known him quite well. He had been their dog. “Besides, you can’t tell me that fluffball is anything other than comforting,” she told him quietly.

Louis gave her a look but then his eyes softened as he crouched down to pet the dog. “Hey Bruce-y. How’s life been?” He sat down on the ground against the back of a couch and pet him.

El joined him on the ground, still wearing her coat and boots, rubbing her dog’s belly as she talked mindlessly. “He’s been okay. Definitely missed you when you first left.” She tried to fill the endless silence. “What’s on your mind?”

Louis sighed, “Just…how lonely things seem without her. I didn’t even see her all that often before she was diagnosed, I was busy living it up in LA, but then I was here constantly after that call. I was afraid if I left for too long, I might never see her again,” he said without looking up. He scratched Bruce’s ears as a distraction.

“At least you got to say goodbye?” El tried to look for something comforting but wasn’t coming up with much.

“You’re only the hundredth person to say that to me”, Lou rolled his eyes, standing up. “I need to smoke,” he told no one in particular, slipping on his shoes and heading out to the deck. Eleanor followed him, since Bruce had fallen asleep in the warmth of the house.

El pulled her coat tighter around her in the still night air, watching Louis take a pack and a lighter out of his sweatshirt pocket. She leaned against the railing and put one of her hands out. “Give me one those,” she said.

Lou gave her a strange look, “Didn’t you quit smoking…. four or five years ago?”

“I quit because I was dating someone in a band who had in image to uphold for millions of thirteen-year-old girls in 2011, you hypocrite”, she deadpanned, but he still didn’t look like he planned on surrendering any. “Give me a fucking cigarette!” She whisper-shouted.

Lou looked he had been shaken out of trance as he handed one over to her and lit it for her. “Well at least I can count on you not to lecture me about the hazard”, he told her, taking a drag off his own.

El almost laughed as she exhaled, “I’m pretty sure the fact that Jay hated smoking is enough of a lecture by itself.”

“You’d think. I’ve been awful about it though. I can go through a pack in two hours easily,” he informed her. It was true. His nerves never seemed to calm down and for some reason the routine dispense of nicotine into his system felt at least somewhat relaxing.

“Well, we all have our vices,” she knew it wasn’t worth lecturing him about anyway. He was going to do it either way until he worked through Jay being gone. They were silent for a few minutes as they smoked, until she stomped hers out on the ledge, too cold to continue. “You almost done, it’s bloody freezing out here?”

Louis saw her shivering and threw his in the ashtray. “It’s warmer upstairs, inside I mean,” he said as he offered his hand to her to walk back in. El glanced at him suspiciously before accepting it.

“What have you been doing down here, then?” She asked as he slid the door open.

“I…I couldn’t fall asleep alone. The girls are all piled in with each other, and if you hadn’t heard, things weren’t really working between Dani and I. She left two weeks ago,” Louis pat his leg to call Bruce over while El took her boots off. He had forgotten how much he cared about the dog.

“I heard,” she said quietly, looking for a subject change. “He remembers you. I can tell, he wouldn’t let Max near him for months, but he doesn’t even make a sound when you pet him”, she said watching the two interact, “are we going upstairs?” She gestured to the staircase down the hall as she hung up her coat above her boots.

 He figured she was cold from being outside, and it wasn’t going to hurt anything for them to go up to his room, “I guess…as long as Bruce is quiet.” El nodded in reply and picked up her overgrown puppy. Lou shook his head at her, hinting at a smile. He crept down the hall and up the stairs with her in tow, until they got to his room. He shut the door and turned on a lamp.

El set Bruce down on the bed, while Lou cleared away random things from it. “What’s that?” She asked of an unopened gift bag sitting on the ground.

Lou looked to where she pointed, and his heart sank, “birthday gift from Mum. I read the letter, but I haven’t opened it yet.”

“Oh…well do it now then. While I’m here for moral support,” She knew it might be months before he got around to it if she didn’t push him. Lou gave her an annoying look but picked it up and sat down next to her.

He took out the tissue paper and removed the two items inside. The first one was an engraved picture frame with one of the last photos of him and Jay before she was hospitalized. It simply read ‘Love you always, Mum Xx’ in what was clearly her handwriting. He smiled at it before setting it down gently on his dresser and picking up the other gift. It was a flat silver circle with an inner an outer ring, hung from a ribbon. The inner circle had a teddy bear holding a gift etched into it, while the outer one read ‘Baby’s first Christmas 2016’. He blinked back tears as he showed it to El. “She has one of these for all seven of us. And everyone’s is different, even Daisy and Phoebe’s. They were some of her favorite ornaments, she always talked about getting one for Freddie.”, he said it solemnly, leaning against her shoulder without thinking.

El squeezed his hand gently and set the trinket down next to the photo. She went to kick the bag aside but noticed something white in the tissue paper and picked it up for Lou to see. It was a Polaroid of all things, from Jay’s wedding. “Is that us?” Eleanor asked, even though she knew it was her because she remembered taking the photo.

It was while everyone was still getting ready and somehow the bridesmaids had found themselves running around barefoot as they finished up. Sophia had come to help her fix her hair, and brought Liam with her, who had brought Niall, and before she knew it all of One Direction was in the house and her hair still hadn’t been fixed. Someone was taking Polaroids for fun and had gone to grab one of Louis and Liam after he first walked in. Joke was on that photographer, because Lou had called her over, which of course led to Liam calling Sophia over, and then Louis told Zayn and Perrie they may as well join, which led Niall and Harry to sarcastically complaining about not being included. Louis had told them it was a couples only photo, and they needed a date, which they responded to by waving over Daisy and Phoebe, also barefoot and dresses still untied, and putting the girls on their backs.

The end result had been a set of laughing twins on the backs of Harry and Niall with linked arms and ridiculous facial expressions on one end and Zayn and Perrie looking relatively normal on the other end. In between that mess was Louis holding El’s waist and kissing her on the cheek while she looked slightly to the side, bursting with laughter at Sophia who was standing on her tiptoes in her black dress, trying to be as tall as El in her bare feet while Liam had covered half his smile, trying to hide his laughter at Soph’s attempt to be taller.

Louis took the photo from her after studying it, wondering why his mum had included it. He turned it over where the back of it had written in sharpie, ‘Louis, never stop making people smile. :)’. He looked at El, “that is definitely us.” He wasn’t sure what else to say. The photo only stirred up more feelings, although not all of them were bad.

“Can I borrow a sweatshirt?” El asked out of the blue once the silence got to be too much. Her sweater felt tight and uncomfortable now.

“Yeah, I’ll grab you one”, he exhaled heavily as he set the photo down and pulled one of his drawers open, surrendering the warm fleece. “Did you want one of the guest rooms?” He turned to pet Bruce while she changed.

El pulled her sweater off and unclasped her bra, before discarding that as well. She pulled on his warm sweatshirt and scooted back, “I’m fine here.”

“You want to sleep in my room? As in….” Louis was confused.

El rolled her eyes, “I’ll sleep with you. Wait not like that, I didn’t mean-”

“I got it,” he cut her off, understanding her meaning. Bruce stayed curled up at the end of the bed as he went to lay beside her, taking the Polaroid with him to examine it further.

She put a hand on his arm out of habit, “You alright?”

Louis shook his head. “I know that was probably one of the happiest days of her life, but it’s definitely in me own top three. I got to walk down the aisle with you. And nobody was fighting, not the band or my siblings, or…us”, he tilted his head slightly.

“You really want to do this right now?” El turned on her own side to face him, leaning on her arm, “talk about us?”

“You say it like it’s such a bad thing”, his tone didn’t convey any particular emotion, besides the grief he was clearly carrying in general.

“Not bad, per say…. just doesn’t do anybody a lot of good. Reminiscing about a girl you used to be in love with,” Eleanor stated like it should be obvious.

Louis raised an eyebrow at her as if she had just told him something completely inconceivable, like the sky turning green. He took one of her hands and looked straight at her, “Eleanor, I didn’t used to be in love with you… I still am.”

El blinked back a tear and looked at their hands instead of back at him, “You promised… no more lies.” She didn’t ever want to risk having her heart shattered again.

Louis wasn’t holding back his tears as they slid down his cheeks. “I’m not lying. You’re my girl, Eleanor,” El tried to look anywhere but at his eyes. “I know I fucked up, and got really lost the last two years, in too many ways to count, but I promise I’m not lying about this,” he pleaded with her.

El let the tears fall down her face. “Why did you call me?” She asked through her tears, swallowing thickly. She stared at their fingers, still laced together between them.

“Because”, Louis choked out, “because you’re my family. Nobody can ever be you, which means no one can ever understand losing her the way you would. You don’t treat me like some…broken, fragile thing. And because…maybe, I missed you.” He blinked hard and wiped at his eyes with his sweatshirt

“Maybe?” El finally met his eyes.

“No. Not Maybe. I did miss you. Shit, El. I missed you so much”, it was like a million emotions came flooding back in one second.

El wiped at her own tears. She crept closer to him, feeling her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She lost herself in the ocean of his eyes.

“I missed you too,” she whispered.  She wasn’t sure why she admitted to that so freely, but she knew with every part of her that it was true.

Louis didn’t stop to wonder if her reply was genuine or second guess her, at least not with words. He just gave her a half smile and squeezed her hand gently, “Yeah?”

El nodded and pushed her palm against his so he fell on his back and pressed her lips to his. Her thought process was completely gone at this point. She had meant to be gentle and quick, but before she knew it, his other hand was tucking a stray hair behind her ear as she found the familiar taste of cigarettes and some expensive whiskey he must have been drinking earlier and him. She surrendered all her oxygen to it, kissing him as they both cried silent tears.

Lou wanted her back the second she pulled away to breathe, but he decided he could definitely settle for her body pressed to his as she curled around him and rested her head on his chest. He swallowed and found his tears finally subsiding as he wrapped his arm around her. “I can’t lose you too, not again.”

El didn’t look at him to argue or try to declare her love enough to convince him she wasn’t going anywhere. She didn’t have the energy or the motivation to do any of that. She simply snuggled closer to him and ran her thumb over his where they knotted together. “You won’t,” she stated simply, glancing at the clock reading eleven fifty. “Merry Christmas,” she said sleepily. And then her eyelids were getting heavy as she wrapped her body around his and shifted most of her upper bodyweight onto him.

He yawned under the comforting pressure of her head tucked beneath his chin and her chest against his abs, one arm wrapped lazily around him.  Eleanor drifted off with her nose tucked to his shoulder. Louis’ breathing finally became slow and even as he listened to her breathe and smelled the same perfume that had been a constant for almost four years of his life. Bruce came and laid beside them. This was the furthest thing from happily ever after as their tear stained faces dried, but there was no denying it was love. It didn’t matter how many mansions he bought, or how hard he tried to escape his feelings for her, she was his home.

“Merry Christmas, Eleanor, I love you,” he whispered in the darkness before sleep finally found him.

 A/N: Please like and comment! Title from “First Time” by Ellie Goulding and Kygo

[radiantbeams]

We’re the Lucky Ones ~ 2.5K

Eleanor Calder/Louis Tomlinson

by: radiantbeams

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"You’re my Freddie and I’m your Ellie,” she says, holding out her pinky.

She doesn’t remember when they started doing this, but now it’s almost second nature as Freddie links his pinky with hers. “Always.”

~*~

Freddie gets hurt at school and Eleanor is there to take care of him

[gayyy-for-stylinson]

Louis with some vs Louis with Eleanor random dude megirlfriend

[readmyletterstonight]

Nunca te olivé

Capítulo 1: Mil tormentas

"Y en otras noticias del espectáculo, el famoso cantante inglés, Harry Styles, ha sido visto estos últimos días paseando por las calles de Londres acompañado de una hermosa chica y un pequeño bebé de alrededor de seis meses, de quienes se presumiría ser su pareja e hijo. Según nuestras investigaciones, la identidad de la chica sería la recién descubierta novelista Carlotta Donati. Tal parece que la joven pareja se conoció hace alrededor de dos años y medio atrás, pero como es la tónica de Harry en los últimos años, todo ocurrió en completa discreción. Aún no sabemos cómo habrá hecho el cantante para que todo no se supiera antes, pero ahora que se han dejado ver juntos con el pequeño, han salido a la luz fotografías de Harry junto a Carlotta cuando estaba embarazada. Por otro lado, el pequeño Styles lleva por nombre Nathaniel Styles Donati y ha heredado de su padre unos hermosos ojos verdes y sus característicos rulos, además de una encantadora sonrisa. Sin embargo, pese a toda está información revelada, aún no tenemos una declaración oficial por parte del cantante o su disquera, pero esperamos que esto cambie en los próximos días"

Louis no era de escuchar los chismes de la prensa, pues le llenaba de rabia las mentiras o suposiciones que formulaban. Pero le fue inevitable el no detenerse en ese programa de chisme cuando oyó el nombre de Harry. Mas de todas las noticias que podía esperar sobre el rizado, jamás imaginó una así. Aquella noticia le cayó como un balde de agua fría y lo peor de todo era que nada parecía un montaje. Harry estaba cumpliendo su promesa

Hace un año y tres meses atrás

-¡Basta, Louis!... Basta...- esa última palabra salió apenas en un susurro -Estoy cansado... Estoy cansado de toda esta mierda...

-Harry...

-No... no sigas, Louis- pidió el menor soltando sus primera lágrimas -Sé que tu también la pasas mal... que tampoco te gusta toda esta mierda, pero... -Harry mira al castaño con decepción, resignación, frustración y tristeza, todo combinado en una sola mirada. -A diferencia tuya, yo sí lucho e intento hacer algo por ser libre... Y sé que juntos sería mucho más fácil, pero tú tienes tanto miedo de perderlo todo que no eres capaz de salir de tu zona de confort... aún sabiendo que todo esto es una jodida mentira...

Louis escuchaba en silencio, pues sabía que el menor tenía razón. El tenía miedo de perder a sus fans, de perder su carrera. Tenía miedo de mostrarse tal cual era y que se le cerraran las puertas, pues llevaba tanto tiempo haciendo música que sentía que era lo único que podía hacer en su vida.

-Esto se terminó, Louis- sentenció Harry con el rostro bañado en lágrimas.

-¡NO!- Louis cortó la distancia que los separaba y aferró al menor en sus brazos -Por favor, no... Yo te amo Harry...

-Pero no me amas lo suficiente...- Harry se había dejado abrazar pero en ningún momento le correspondió -Tú no quieres luchar verdaderamente por esto y yo... ya me cansé de luchar por los dos...- confesó el menor alejándose de los brazos del mayor -Voy a ser feliz, Louis... Voy a buscar mi felicidad- miró al castaño con una sonrisa aunque de sus ojos seguían saliendo lágrimas -Y prometo que la próxima vez que nos veamos seré una persona libre, feliz y que irá de la mano de otra...

-Por favor, Harry... no me digas eso...- suplicó Louis pero vio en los ojos del menor tanto dolor causado por su persona que no tuvo valor para retenerlo y lo dejó marchar.

Actualidad

-Así que Harry Styles al fin te superó- comentó Eleanor sacando a Louis de ese doloroso recuerdo -Espero que ahora que te olvidó por fin te concentres en lo nuestro.

-¿Lo nuestro? Nunca ha habido ni habrá un lo nuestro, Eleanor- contestó el castaño limpiando de su rostro las pequeñas lágrimas que había soltado.

-¡No dejaré que arruines esto, Louis!- respondió exaltada Eleanor -¡No me quedaré como la que dejaron por un hombre, ni mucho menos quedaré como la mala que no permitió que Larry fuera real y que todos se me vayan encima!

-Entonces lo siento por ti- Louis se giró a ver a la chica -Porque esta farsa se terminó aquí, no voy a perder a Harry.

-¿Es que te has oído? Eres un puto egoísta- la chica ya no podía más de la rabia que sentía al saber que los esfuerzos de años se estaban yendo al tacho de la basura -Además, Styles ya te olvidó, ya lo perdiste.

-Tú no lo entiendes... Harry ha sido el amor de mi vida desde que tengo 18 años y yo he sido el suyo desde los 16 años... sé que no me ha olvidado- en el fondo de su ser Louis deseaba que sus palabras fueran ciertas, pues había visto cariño sincero de Harry hacia esa chica y si todo aquello era cierto no sabría como continuar su vida sin el rizado a su lado

-Pues ellos sí parecen enamorados- puntualizó Eleanor con burla -Así que no sé qué puedas hacer a estas alturas- la castaña miró a Louis -Creo que ya es muy tarde para hacerte el valiente, Louis.

-Nunca es tarde... Ya lo verás, recuperaré a Harry.

-No te dejaré- amenazó la chica -¡No te dejaré, ya estás advertido!

-No te tengo miedo, Eleanor... ni a ti, ni a Simon, ni a las fans, ni a la maldita empresa... me cansé de vivir mi vida como otros querían- Louis mira desafiante a la castaña -Así que será mejor que lo aceptes de una puta vez: Soy gay y estoy enamorado de Harry Styles- la sensación de liberación que sintió al decir aquellas palabras sacó una sonrisa en Louis -Es una lástima ¿no, Eleanor?

-¡Maldito! ¡Te odio!- la castaña abandonó el departamento azotando la puerta.

Luego de aquella discusión, Louis se dejó caer agotado en el sofá, pensando en lo que debería hacer. Primero debería averiguar bien si toda la información dada por la prensa amarillista era real o no. Porque cuando supuestamente esa chica y Harry se conocieron, ellos aún estaban juntos, pero él jamás la mencionó. Además, por el momento habían fotos de ellos solo cuando Carlotta estaba embarazada; no había fotos hasta el momento de ellos cuando se conocieron, ni tampoco se sabe con exactitud dónde y cuándo ocurrió eso. Para Louis, que tenía experiencia en noticias falsas gracias a su relación con Eleanor, sentía que algo no cuadraba en todo esto. Pero aún si descubría que la noticia era falsa, él iba a luchar por  recuperar a Harry. Todo este tiempo lejos del menor le había servido para darse cuenta que su vida no tenia sentido sin él y, aunque quiso volver a su lado mucho antes, no tuvo el valor para enfrentarse nuevamente a Harry. Mas ahora la situación había cambiado. Louis sentía que sí podía perder de verdad al rizado y aunque fuera un egoísta, sabía que ellos podían darse una última oportunidad.

Lo segundo que Louis tenía que hacer era buscar la forma de acercarse a Harry. Sabía que esto sería muy complicado, pues seguramente el rizado no querría volver a verlo. Pero él debía buscar una forma y conseguir su perdón, aunque tuviera que pedirle ayuda a medio mundo. No obstante, decidió que a las primeras personas que preguntaría sobre Harry sería a los miembros de la banda y empezaría por Liam Payne. Así que decidido marcó el número de su compañero y amigo, con quien pese a los años aún seguía en contacto.

-Ey, Louis- contestó Liam del otro de la línea -¿Qué tal, bro?

-Ey, Liam... Aquí, pasándola- contestó Louis dibujando una pequeña sonrisa aunque sabía que Liam no podría verla

-Te has enterado...- afirmó Payne soltando un leve suspiro

-Sí...- contestó algo -¿Tú sabes algo? ¿Has hablado con Harry?

-No sé nada- respondió a las preguntas el castaño -Pero si se ha filtrado a la prensa luego de tanto tiempo debe ser porque Harry quiere sacarlo a la luz.

-Entonces... ¿Tú crees que es real... que Harry y esa chica.... tienen algo y... que ese niño... es suyo?- preguntó Louis sintiendo un nudo en su garganta.

-No lo sé, Tommo... Pero Harry se ve feliz con esa chica y el niño saco sus ojos, por lo que todo parece indicar que sí...- respondió Liam con pesar por su amigo.

-No...- susurró Louis sintiendo unas enormes ganas de llorar

-No hay nada que puedas hacer, amigo...-dijo Liam luego de unos momentos al otro lado de la línea.

-¡Sí la hay! Harry, él... él no pudo... no pudo haberme olvidado...- comentó desesperado el castaño

-Puede que aún te ame, pero... dudo que él deje  lo que tiene con esa chica por una relación secreta contigo, Louis.

-Esta vez será diferente, Liam... Lo juro- dijo casi suplicante -Te juro que dejaré a Eleanor y toda esta farsa... que haré todo bien- del otro lado de la línea solo se escuchó un gran suspiro.

-Escúchame bien, Tomlinson- dijo Liam con voz firme -Te ayudaré a averiguar si todo lo de la chica y el niño es cierto, pero si no terminas con la farsa de tu vida no te diré absolutamente nada, ni dejaré que destruyas la felicidad que tanto le ha costado construir a Harry- sentenció Payne.

-Lo haré, lo juro... Gracias Liam

-No tienes nada que agradecer, Louis- Payne suelta el segundo suspiro de la llamada -Lo hago porque vi de primera mano lo mucho que se amaban con Harry y aunque él se ve más feliz con esa chica... aún noto rastros de tristeza y nostalgia en él

- Entonces ¿tú lo has visto?

-Un par de veces, pero él nunca mencionó nada de un hijo o algo parecido en todo este tiempo- para ser sincero Liam se sentía un poco dolido por ello, pues a pesar del problema entre Louis y Harry, todos se llevaban bien y compartían lo más que podían teniendo en cuenta sus apretadas agendas.

-Entiendo...

-Louis, no olvides lo que hablamos. Por una vez en mucho tiempo has las cosas bien

-Lo haré Liam, lo prometo- aseguró el castaño un poco más tranquilo al saber que tendría el apoyo de su amigo -Iré haciendo los preparativos para anunciar mi rompimiento con Eleanor.

-Suerte con eso, entonces.

-Créeme, la necesitaré. Eleanor no quiere que esto termine

-¿Se lo dijiste?

-Sí- contesto el castaño -Discutimos y me amenazó, pero la verdad me tiene sin cuidado... He vivido tanto tiempo bajo esta mierda que estoy cansado... He perdido lo que más amo a causa de esto y ahora solo quiero recuperarlo.

-Me alegra que por fin luches por tu felicidad, Louis... solo espero que no sea demasiado tarde...

-Yo también espero lo mismo, Liam. Pero esta vez no me rendiré a la primera- aseguró Louis

-Espero que sea así, Tommo- vuelve a suspirar -Debo irme ahora pero estaremos en contacto.

-Sí, gracias bro- contestó el castaño -Estamos al habla, bye.

-Bye, Louis

Cuando la llamada terminó, el castaño apoyó su cabeza en el respaldo del sofá y cerró sus ojos. Tendría que volver a hablar con Eleanor aunque esto significara otra pelea, pero la chica debía entender por las buenas o por las malas que la farsa entre ellos iba a terminar y para que el escándalo fuera menos grande les convenía que fuera por las buenas. Luego de eso debería programar un comunicado dando a conocer su rompimiento y ver las repercusiones que esto tendría en la clausula de su contrato. Todo en la mente de Louis sonaba como una verdadera mierda, pero era un paso que tenía que dar si quería aspirar a recuperar a Harry y demostrarle que esta vez si que iba ser diferente.

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-¿Harry?- llamó una chica de negro y liso cabello, de piel blanca y ojos marrones

- Lotta- dice con cariño el rizado volteándose a ver a la chica

-¿Estás seguro de esto? Sabes que no es ne...

-Nathaniel es mi hijo, Lotta- interrumpió el rizado a la chica -Es mi hijo y punto.

-Lo es- corroboró Carlotta con una sonrisa acercándose al rizado para abrazarlo -Gracias, Hazza

-Ey, no tienes nada que agradecer- aseguró el rizado levantando el rostro de la chica por el mentón y besando dulcemente sus labios -Soy yo quien debe agradecerles, ustedes me salvaron.

-Creo que nos hemos salvado mutuamente- susurró Carlotta acurrucándose en el pecho del mayor

-Puede que sí- sonrió Harry -Será mejor que nos vayamos a acostar. Mañana será un día agotador. Lo más probable es que seamos acosados por la prensa luego del comunicado- suspiró con algo de fastidio.

-Pero será solo los primeros días, ya verás que luego se les olvida- intentó animarlo Carlotta en lo que lo llevaba de la mano a la habitación.

-Lo sé. Además, valdrá la pena si puedo salir tranquilo con ustedes, sin paparazzis que quieran asaltarnos por una exclusiva.

-¿sabes que igual nos acosarán?- preguntó divertida Carlotta en lo que soltaba la mano del mayor pues habían llegado a la habitación y se preparaban para dormir

-Por supuesto que lo sé, pero serán menos intensos- aseguró Harry en lo que se metía en la cama junto con la chica.

-Bueno, en eso tienes razón- concordó Carlotta acomodándose en los brazos de Harry para dormir -Buenas noches, Hazza

-Buenas noches, Lotta, descansa- dijo el de rulos besando la frente de la chica y durmiéndose ambos casi al mismo tiempo.

[idk-idc-wtf-lmao]

I need Larry fics ASAP, preferably not AU’s. Thanks!

[flickeredhabit]

fic title: Strawberries and Cigarettes

author: erinelizabeth

rating: pg-13

words: 42.2k/???

Long nights, daydreams

Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool

But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

Louis may not have much money, but he has pure athletic talent. When he is expelled from Westridge, an underfunded public school, and awarded a scholarship to play soccer at a prestigious boarding school, Grand Ridge Preparatory, his life changes drastically.

Louis learns what it means to have real connections, and he finally finds the people who he couldn't live without.

(i have had the pleasure of editing/betaing this story from the very beginning! it has been the best experience and i feel so proud to be a part of the writing process. this has given me the inspiration to write again so you may see some original content from me.)

(p.s. there is literally one chapter left. it’s almost done! but there will be some more interesting things in the future)

[multifangirl995]

They Dont Know (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/254072597-they-dont-know?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=gingergal995&wp_originator=HFkzVO1hdC9PiwGnDonpZz3Iyf3N4kq2iGjME%2FcdRV0fTEmDozvsWhdopt2NSIksZiBy1%2Flx7ZOMy4Lc4wEbOZUCKWJNnNJLlaRs7djy39%2BiNkjYCL6aCpHZf49do99L Lydia Higgins has always wanted to be an personal security guard, but when her dad gives her a chance an obnoxious client gives her second thoughts. Is she going to be able to deal or will she break under pressure?

[thequietquill]

Walk With You by TheQuietQuill (Elounor, chaptered, complete)

Summary: 

“God, what fucking whack job did you guys hire as my ‘doctor?’” Louis growls, eyes locked on Eleanor with no ounce of remorse or regret. The doctor’s body stiffens-the words hitting her heart and is sharper then spears. The back over her eyes are stinging and she struggles to keep her lips from trembling at the insult. Louis clearly doesn’t notice this or, maybe he doesn’t bother to care because he barks out a laugh, “she thinks she some sort of shrink-don’t you, doc?” He cocks an eyebrow, mutely challenging her.

Or an AU where Eleanor is, first and foremost, a single mother. She’s also physical therapist and Louis’ her stubborn patient.

Elounor angst basically

Read on Wattpad (x)

Read on my blog (x)

[glumdropbutton]

okay so like, ages ago, there was this one direction fanfiction that was really dope, but the domain it was on expired. i can’t remember what it’s called, but it was onedirectionfanfiction.com

but it’s like a haylor fanfic, sorta. taylor and liam are bffs, eleanor is kind of a bitch, gemma and niall have a thing going on, zayn is absolutely evil omfg, harry and taylor end up together. perrie is taylor’s best friend, i think. and like zayn is terrorizing taylor or something.

can anyone help me pls

[yeehawnarrie]

Hey boos! So I’m participating in this year’s @1drarepairfest and I’ve decided to do the bulk of my writing during April’s Camp NaNoWriMo, but I don’t wanna write alone so:

If you’re writing 1D fanfiction this Camp NaNoWriMo (or if you aren’t but are interested in), send me a message to make a cabin together! 

Or, if you’re also participating in the Rare Pair Fest, I could make a Discord server to serve as a cabin to hold everyone accountable of their writing and to trade ideas! 

[iamlunarcollins]

[elounorfluff-blog]

Last Holiday One-Shot!

Hi Loves!

Wow that start just screams “I couldn’t think of a good title”....So I got more requests than I was planning on for this! I tried to make everyone happy, but it’s hard to do with just one scene! Most of my requests were for Elounor on Louis’ birthday in 2017. But I gave it a little twist. 

Side note: if everyone could send some good vibes, I start a new job next week!

Anyway, Enjoy! (This one is truly a oneshot).

Louis picked up tissue paper that was strewn across the floor while El folded blankets. He had finally hugged Lottie goodbye after she, Fizzy and the older twins had come over for a morning birthday gift exchange. It was the twenty second and they had a club booked out for the night for a real celebration later on.

“How on earth did you handle all that talking growing up?” El laughed as she tossed a quilt over the back of the couch, “I could barely get two words in!”

“Oh, don’t pretend you aren’t just like them!” He put the last of the tissue paper in a bag and set it down, taking her hands instead. “You are just as full of personality as they are.”

“Full of personality, just what every girl wants to hear,” she scrunched up her nose and fell onto the couch behind her.

Louis sat beside her, “What exactly would you like me to describe you and all me sisters as?” He tried to puzzle her since he knew she was just trying to start an argument for the sake of winning it.

El thought for a moment, laying her head back, “Intelligent, kind and beautiful.”

Lou grinned at her, “Alright, you win. They are all those things and so are you.”

“You are too! All the Tomlinsons are. Too bad I’m not one…” she leaned on his shoulder and gave him a knowing smirk.

“Oh, don’t even try that on me today! You promised no more talking about getting married until next year!” He turned his body toward her and she responded by falling into his lap in a fit of giggles.

“Next year is in nine days,” she managed in between laughs. He just shook his head.

“Then talk to me in nine days! It’s going to take more than looking adorable and complimenting my sisters to get me to change my mind. Aren’t we supposed to celebrating my birthday here anyway?” He was smiling at her, lighthearted as they continued their ongoing joke of an argument.

“I suppose…lots of other things to celebrate too though. And to remember, on that point.” El looked up at him from where she lay, her laughter starting to subside as she took one of Lou’s hands and laced it with hers, studying their fingers. She reached up and laid her hand on his cheek, “Do you miss her?”

Louis ran his thumb over hers, avoiding her gaze. “Of course…I always miss her,” he lamented with a deep sigh.

“Yeah, but you know what I mean.” She moved her hand down his chest.

Louis looked down and found her eyes, “Yeah, I do. Spending my birthday without her…I was always home for the holidays, so I always got to see her for it. And we just passed one year…I don’t know how to say it, it’s like there is a piece of happiness missing from this time of year that no amount of drinking and clubbing is ever going to fill in.” He truly felt strange without her here. Every time he turned around he simply expected her laugh or her smile or her kind words to simply be there, like they always had been on his birthday. “This feels so…normal. How can she not be a part of it?”

El listened quietly to his words. “I don’t know, Love,” she said, “I’m sure you’ll get that piece of happiness back one day. It just takes time…. and probably something besides alcohol.”

“Yeah?” Lou gave her a soft smile, “Any suggestions?” He leaned down and kissed her gently.

El kissed him back, sitting up a bit and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m full of suggestions,” she told him, almost a whisper, before finding his lips again.

Lou’s hands found her waist as he forgot how to breathe, losing himself in her. She pulled away suddenly though and his eyes searched her face in concern, “El…What is it?”

El had been perfectly fine until five seconds ago. Suddenly her stomach was churning with nausea. She tried to focus on Louis talking to her as she grabbed her stomach. “I don’t feel so good…” She didn’t get another thought out as she jumped off the couch and ran twenty feet to the bathroom where she promptly threw up her entire breakfast.

Lou was worried the second he saw how pale her face was. He sat for a moment in confusion before he heard her and ran to make sure she was okay. He pulled back her hair for her as she dry heaved, emptying the last of her stomach.

El took a few shaky breaths and collapsed against the bathroom wall. Louis looked both confused and concerned. He handed her a glass of water from the sink which she promptly downed, wiping her face with her shirt. She actually managed a shaky laugh as she reached up for one of his hands.

Lou took her hand although she clearly didn’t have the stamina to stand up. He crouched down and just held onto it instead, bewildered by her laugh. “El…?”

She looked almost delusional slumped against the wall, clearly dizzy and still laughing. “Happy Birthday! I think I’m pregnant.”

Louis wasn’t sure he heard her right…she couldn’t actually be…pregnant. Right? “You’re….wait, what? You lost me.” He sat down beside her to try and take in what she just said.

“I told you the world needed more Tomlinsons,” she fell against his shoulder in content.

Louis burst out laughing in spite of the situation. “You always did come up with some interesting birthday gifts.”

El rolled her head to look at him, “Well if you get a person for your birthday, I at least want a new last name for mine.” She mocked a serious facial expression in her tired, overly-happy state.

Lou chuckled and squeezed her hand, “Deal.” He kissed her forehead. This is going to make for an interesting family Christmas, he thought to himself.

A/N: Like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed it! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and may you 2019 be filled with fluff and happiness (:

[shroomiebun]

Really looking for an ao3 invite!!

Can someone help ya girl out?? I've got fics I want to post so bad ;_;

[awesomefringey]

HELP MY EYES MY EYES

I accidentally came across an elounor smut tumblr

I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT EXISTED 😭😭😭

The beautiful thing about fanfiction is that there’s something for everyone’s taste.

[simplyjaeeex]

When and only when one or both decide to come out here’s the thing some people need to understand. Beards will most likely not be confirmed ever, or until years later. They won’t come out and say oh yeah so and so was my beard and they knew it, we signed a contract and my label and PR forced us. That’s not gonna happen. Specially when some of these beards are big names, you really think KrisJ will allow her daughters name to be dragged like that? Or TSwift admit to being complicit of closeting a man? (Even though she’s in the closet herself) No.

The most you’ll get is H admitting that he either likes both genders or he was trying to fit into the mold by dating these girls and apologizing and making it seem like they didn’t know and no PR contract was ever in place and it was all on him. That’s it. No one is going to admit they had a PR contract and it was all stunts. Specially Elounor. They’ll just break up come up with some bs story as to why ie; quarantine, stuck together. Growing apart. Etc etc. who knows but it will not be yeah I’m gay, always been and she’s been my contracted beard this whole time, just no.

Will we know? Yes of course we will. Will it really matter to us? No as long as they are finally free and happy, who cares, we know the truth anyways. Will it be a big deal in the media? Hmm maybe for a week or so but that’s it. What some fans don’t understand is apart from the fandom they are pretty irrelevant and the news will fade away easily. Most people who aren’t even fans will probably say “I knew it” or “who cares” plus H has already been paving the way for his coming out, embracing his more feminine side (although toxic harries will probably try and kill me and argue about this). It won’t be too much of a surprise or impact outside the fandom.

With this all in mind also take this : it’s a slow process. It’s not going to happen overnight so please be patient. It’s like 7/23 & 7/28 came and suddenly y’all wanted to see them headlining everywhere outing every beard and secret they have, this isn’t a FanFiction. This is real life. There’s so many loose ends to tie. So many things to be dealt with first. &’ hell they may never actually come out. They have been happily living behind doors all these years.

Anyway, that is all ..

[potatogh]

Can someone lead me the way out of this fandom?Cause I can't do it myself alright?I joined because I love the boys as much as you love them too but there's so much dramas happening. Larries and antis fighting,Elounor is fake,pressuring the boys to comeback using that hashtag #1Dcomeback project,fans hating the boys girlfriends. I get it,you love them and you can't afford seeing them hurt but you can't chose who they're dating or not or if you don't like who they're dating or not.Ik for sure many Larries will hate me but please don't make everything about Larry okay?You know the reason why Harry and Louis are not close as they used to be?It's because the moment they talk or do the things they do with the other boys you always make a rumor about it.If Harry and Louis turns out as Gay it's okay.But if not then deal with it. Eleanor,I know you know how much hate she receives.Imagine if you're the one in her situation?Is it okay for you to be bashed everyday or receiving threats?I think the fuck not. What If they really love each other? About the hashtag #1DComeback project. Yes,I do want them to comeback as much as you do and I also want Zayn to comeback(but it's really impossible)but you can't pressure the boys.Let then enjoy their career as solo artists at the moment.Let's just support them and their music.Either they comeback or not let's just love them and support them until the end.And please stop the dramas we are supposed to be a family not enemies.We're in the same fandom.