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billboard-hotties-tourney · 1 month ago

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The Billboard Consolation Prizes

It's that time again, folks! We're about to hand out some more prizes, mostly to those who didn't make the finals. Some were predetermined, some were voted upon by you, the viewers! Cue the theme music.

Let's start off with our first award, The Powerful Mane Award. Sadly, we couldn't do the Powerful Mustache Award for this tournament, considering there wasn't a single powerful mustache in the bunch, but we had some wicked heads of hair this time. But the lady who took the prize this time was...

Chaka Khan! Tell me that you like her, you really like her.

Next up, the "Stop, She's Already Dead!" Award. This one goes to the hardest ass-kicking of the whole tourney. I almost considered calling this The Elvis Costello Memorial Award in honor of last tournament's hardest ass-kicking, but as it turns out...this girl was defeated even harder:

June Richmond! June lost in round two to Billie Holiday, receiving just 5.5 percent of the votes. So...you may not have won the battle, but you won this little graphic.

Up next: The "She's Still Got It" Award. As we said before, there were a lot more nominees this time around that were born...a long time ago, meaning there are a lot of nominees who are no longer with us. But let's hand out an award to the absolute queen who's the oldest-living woman out of 100+ living nominees...

Leontyne Price! Miss Price was born in February of 1927, narrowly beating out Cleo Laine for this spot, and she's still here today. She's been around so long that you could say that sliced bread is the greatest thing since Leontyne Price. Keep it up, girl!

Next is a voter's choice award: The Strong and Silent Girl Award. Named after Mike Nesmith, the original strong and silent girl, this award goes out to a contestant who made it to round five without any written propaganda. Since there was a four-way tie for who made it farthest without any written words, I had you lovely people vote on which was the hottest of the four. You said it was...

Marlene Dietrich! There's a non-zero chance she starred in a silent film or two, so I suppose that's fitting.

As has become tradition, we at Billboard Hotties Tourney present The Who? What?? Award. This one goes to the most obscure nominee in the bunch, the one whose presence confuses (not because of their looks, but because...who??) Last time it was awarded to Louis "Moondog" Hardin, but this time it goes to...

Ethel Smyth! Not the kind of nominee I'd ever expect to see here, and we probably never will again.

Next is the Failure to Launch Award, granted to the nominee with the most submissions...who then lost in round one. The starting pistol went off, they took a few steps, and tripped and fell. This time, the winner of this esteemed prize is...

Debbie Harry! Deborah had eleven nominations, and initially had a lead in her poll, but lost to Joan Jett by a small margin.

Here's a new one! Thanks to our more diverse cast of characters this tournament, we had enough nominees to introduce the Eurovision Queen Award. This one was voted upon by you, and went to the hottest nominee who participated in Eurovision. This one goes to...

Françoise Hardy! Miss Hardy represented Monaco in Eurovision 1963, competing the same year as fellow round one casualty Nana Mouskouri. She ultimately tied for fifth.

Up next: The Band Assassin Award. This one goes to the nominee who defeated multiple members of one band. When I realized that most of the nominees this tournament could qualify as "solo," I knew this one was going to be a little tough. However, there was one lady who was able to do it...

Grace Slick! Grace's first two wins were against Anna Mae Winburn and Carline Ray of the International Sweethearts of Rhythm.

So let's move on t

God, every time. So let's move on to the Spanish Inquisition Award, for the nominee that nobody expected to make it as far as she did. Be it a pleasant surprise or a "Pearl beating Trixie Mattel in that lip sync" gag, it's for the person who exceeded expectations. The winner of this prize goes to...

The Godmother of Rock 'n' Roll, Sister Rosetta Tharpe! Rosetta soared all the way to the quarterfinals before she was bested by now-finalist Nina Simone. Love you, Sister, nothing but respect for my president.

Our next award was a voters' choice, The Crossover Artist Award! The Crossover Artist Award goes to the hottest contestant who was also featured in this tourney's inspiration, @hotvintagepoll. This one comes from the original tourney, too, but this one was...very different. Last time, we had, hmm, five or six nominees, but this time we had a whopping twenty-four that participated in both tourneys. Some ladies, like Eartha Kitt and Diahann Carroll, were also competitors in the @vintagetvstars tournament! Is it a commentary on how women have to be able to do more in entertainment to be seen as a success? Who knows? What I do know is that the winner of this award is...

Eartha Kitt! Beating Marlene Dietrich by about five percent, you guys picked Catwoman this time...and since she won both the movie and television brackets, it only felt right that she at least get a consolation prize, right?

Here's another OG tourney award: The Robbed Icon Award. Here's where you guys get to gripe, and I love it. This one goes to the lady with the most controversial loss in the game, and the winner this time was...

Debbie Harry! Considering that she overwhelmingly won the Queen of the Shadow Realm election, this win came as no surprise to me; you guys were pissed.

Next is the Renaissance Woman Award, voted on by you! This one is meant as a companion to the Multi-Instrumentalist Award for the men, but since there were so many ladies that do more than music here, I decided to expand the title. Does she sing? Play an instrument or two? Write or produce? Act? Dance? Volunteer at the nursing home on the weekends? Probably not the last one, but you, the voters, decided that the most accomplished or well-rounded woman here was:

Dolly Parton! Singer. Songwriter. Actress. Businesswoman. Activist. What can't she do?

Here comes the Popular Kid Award! This one goes out to the nominee with the most nominations, and this time, we have a tie. Our winners are...

Cher and Linda Ronstadt! Each of these singers received sixteen nominations, a record for this blog.

Our penultimate award is the Miss Congeniality Award. I award this one to the nominee with the best/funniest fanbase. This one was a little bit hard, since the engagement was admittedly not as strong as the men's tournament (I get it, though) but when I looked back at all the propaganda, I couldn't help but pick...

Dolly Parton! Those who submitted her had such an outpouring of love for her that really couldn't compare. Wear your title with pride, Dolly, and do good alongside Mr. Congeniality Clarence Clemons.

It's time for our final award...The Not Just a Pretty Face Award, where we celebrate the thing we love these ladies for in the first place--their music. This one has a little bit of a long story. It was a write-in, just like last time, but unlike last time, the voters could not come to a consensus. We had a five-way tie for first place between Kate Bush, Aretha Franklin, Joan Jett, Stevie Nicks, and Nina Simone. A two-way tie? Sure, I can let that slide. But five? No. I had to consult the council...and by "council" I mean "my parents, my two sisters, and my half-brother." I had them vote from the final five to see who would take home this coveted prize. In a 2 to 1 to 1 to 1 vote, our winner is...

Aretha Franklin! Show her some RESPECT.

And that's it for this tournament, folks! I hope you've enjoyed participating thus far, and I can't wait to see how the finals go. Finals begin on October 1st around midnight PST.

#miss billboard tourney #billboard consolation prizes #long post

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hlficlibrary · 4 months ago

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HL Fic Library 🥀 Exes Fic Rec

Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.

🥀 Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo {E, 114k}

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

🥀 And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom {E, 109k}

For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him?

For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart?

And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?

A story of love. A story of loss. A story of fighting for each other, no matter the odds.

🥀 somewhere in between lightning by jassy117, @nauticalleeds, shiningdistractionwrites / @shiningdistraction {E, 99k}

As Louis took another bite, he thought back to how he had once believed that the hardest thing about being on Love Island would be Liam handling his social media. He had been wrong. It was Harry Styles, peeking over at Louis as he forked a pancake into his mouth, and gauging his reaction. It was having to quench the swelling of his heart, which felt simultaneously like hope and the breaking of a thousand pieces.

A summer gone wrong (or very right) when, under Liam’s persuasion, Louis finds himself drunkenly applying for Love Island, and getting accepted. Oh, well. A summer spent on an island paradise couldn’t be all that bad, right?

Imagine his surprise when Louis arrives in sunny Majorca to find that his first love and ex-boyfriend, Harry, is another contestant, about to capture the hearts of everyone in the villa. Most normal people don’t have to face their ex on an otherwise straight TV show. Most normal people don’t fall for their ex again in front of the whole nation, either. Too bad this whole situation isn’t normal.

🥀 Emperor’s New Clothes by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships {E, 92k}

The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to think about too much.

or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.

🥀 Consequences by @allwaswell16 {E, 78k}

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

🥀 your memory over me by @shimmeringevil {E, 64k}

Three years have passed since Louis last saw him, but all it took was a few minutes in Harry’s presence for him to be relegated to the desperate twenty-one year old that was practically begging his boyfriend for an ounce of reassurance that he still cared about him.

Harry shouldn’t be here. He’s brought too many unresolved feelings with him, that Louis thought he’d never have to face.

It’s Harry’s apparent apathy that’s the most difficult to come to terms with. Anger, he could handle. Regret, he would welcome. But Harry’s amiability, and carefree demeanor can only be born from indifference.

He’s moved on. He doesn’t care. And that is something Louis doesn’t think he’ll ever be strong enough to face.

OR - The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

🥀 Feels Like Coming Home by @phdmama {E, 60k}

The last thing Harry Styles expects when he's hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that's exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn't heard one word from Louis, and he's moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he's a chef, isn't easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he'd left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.

This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

🥀 The Second Hand Unwinds by @kingsofeverything {E, 51k}

Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.

🥀 The End Should Be A Good One by bananasandboots / @anylessreal {M, 43k}

It doesn't feel like falling in love, the way it had felt the first time around, easy, simple, almost like floating, wrapped up in a whirlwind of touches and kisses, late nights spent laughing breathlessly into each other's skin. This feels broken, complicated, like every move carries the weight of their past. Like the floorboards beneath them could collapse at any moment. This doesn't feel good.

Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

🥀 Sometimes You Just Know by @2tiedships2 {M, 33k}

“Dear diary. Today is going to be a good day, and here’s why...”

“What are you doing?” Louis mumbled as he bit into a piece of toast.

“It’s been almost two years and today Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson reunite. Louis is very excited about…”

Louis’ chair screeched along the kitchen floor as he flew up out of his seat, quickly grabbing the paper from Niall’s grasp. As he scanned the page he found it amounted to lines of nothing.

“What is this?” Louis asked again. “We’ve discussed how Harry Styles will never be spoken of in this flat. I don’t care how long it’s been.”

Niall snatched the paper from Louis and proceeded to draw a line across the page before writing.

“Today is the day that he-who-shall-not-be-named is coming to dinner.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis don’t believe in soulmates… until they do.

🥀 like a timebomb ticking by @infinitelymint {M, 31k}

Louis loses everything. Harry's still there.

🥀 Cowboy Like Me by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings {M, 29k}

Going legit and starting over in a small town was supposed to solve all of Harry’s problems. That was until a string of robberies in wealthy towns brings him face-to-face with his rouge ex-partner and their dicey, unresolved past.

🥀 Get Out Of My Head (and I'll get out of yours) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter {E, 29k}

“You really that desperate, are you?” Despite it being a shitty thing to say, Harry didn’t mind too much, as the bitterness in Louis’ tone sounded like music to Harry’s ears. Harry was winning tonight. “Can’t find anyone new to be interested in you, so you try to hit on Zayn.”

“I can’t find someone interested in me?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re having a laugh, mate.”

“Yeah, well, where are they, then? Because from what I’ve heard, you’re here alone.”

“As if I’d bring anyone to somewhere I knew you’d be. I wouldn’t wish your presence on my worst enemy.”

“Aw,” Louis cooed in a way that made Harry want to slap him. “You’re saying I’m not your worst enemy?”

“For someone to be an enemy, you have to give a shit about them. So, no. You’re not even on the list.”

“Oh–kay. Well, it’s been lovely as always, gents,” Zayn said before knocking back the rest of his drink.

Or the one for the Bottom Harry Fic Fest where Harry bottoming is more of a side plot, because angst got in the way--but it doesn't really matter because the fest stopped existing when I was halfthrough.

🥀 some things fade (some never do) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed {T, 25k}

Matching tattoos. He’d never thought he’d be the type for tattoos to begin with, let alone matching or magical ones, but once Harry had put the idea in his mind it had never quite managed to disappear. And it had made sense. With their relationship a long distance one, this was simply another way of feeling close to one another. Of knowing where the other was, how they felt. It had made so much sense.

Back then.

Three years after their break up, Harry calls.

🥀 Might've Took The Long Way by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove {M, 21k}

It's been two years since Harry and Louis broke up. They were that couple in high school -- you know the one; been together forever, hopelessly in love, all over each other, the whole nine yards. Even when Louis went off to university, they found a way to make the distance work.

Until they broke up.

Now Harry is back in town, and no matter how many times Louis tells himself they can't be together, they keep falling right back into each other.

“They got a name?” Bebe asks.

“What?”

“Your ghosts,” she says, her voice suddenly soft. “If you want to tell me, I mean. I know I said I wouldn’t ask, but. Sometimes it can help to exorcise them.” She pauses, and chuckles. “Other times, vodka works better than sage.”

Louis holds his breath for a moment, building the courage, before he finally murmurs, “Harry.”

“Sorry?”

“Harry,” Louis says again. The name feels like a time bomb in his mouth, but it hasn’t blown up yet. “His name was -- is -- Harry.”

🥀 lost in my head by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf {E, 12k}

Louis had been, until about a year prior, the love of Harry’s life.

🥀 Fuck You For Ruining New York City For Me by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry {T, 11k}

Harry met Louis in college and fell in love with him in record time. Louis broke up with him in their New York apartment, so Harry left the city for good. Except now he’s back, visiting with his new boyfriend.

What happens when they run into each other at a bar three years after breaking up?

🥀 give me things to stay awake by embodied {E, 10k}

It’s shitty and it’s counterproductive and it’s self-indulgent, but he lets it become a thing. On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up. AU. It's been a year since Louis broke up with Harry.

🥀 Now That It's Over by @lululawrence {NR, 8k}

“What are the odds we would both be at Mariano’s on a Thursday night?”

Louis’ shoulders tensed. What the hell was he doing here?

“Harry? Hi? The odds are pretty crazy, yeah.”

Harry smiled down at Louis the way he used to, but there was also a glint in his eye that Louis absolutely did not like. Harry was also dressed in his favorite black and white striped women’s jeans and a printed shirt only he would ever be able to pull off. It was quite rude of him to come and interrupt Louis, particularly while looking so good. Louis hadn’t seen him since he’d finished moving his shit out of what was once their shared flat, so this being the first time seeing him wasn’t exactly providence in Louis’ mind.

Or the one where Harry and Louis broke up two months ago, and Harry just might be sabotaging Louis' dates.

🥀 Unspoken by Speechless / @smokingluckiesalltheway {E, 5k}

Harry and Louis broke up when they were nineteen. They see each other after six years.

"I'm not going to be the guy you fuck on the side while you settle down with your blonde wife." Maybe it's the way he phrased it, something about what Louis has just said tears a small laugh out of him. "I don't want that." Harry says, serious again. There is no reason for him to keep on holding onto Louis' scarf like this, but he does. "The last time I saw you I thought we would fix it." Louis' the one laughing this time, his vision blurry. "The last time you saw me was right before you got on a train and fucked off." "And I thought we would fix it." Harry repeats, his voice shot. "I thought you'd come."

🥀 Not yet a breach, but an expansion by theweightofmywords / @lil0 {NR, 2k}

“I don’t understand why we keep running into each other,” he says as his hands grip his hair in frustration.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he scoffs. “You know why, Harry."

Fate, it seems, still holds their lives in her ceaseless orbit.

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whoreforlarrystuff · 8 months ago

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In regards to this post:

💙 Relationship status?

Very much taken- I've been dating my boyfriend since June 2023- so approaching a year now!

#my nonsense #non louis and harry things

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thedevilinmybrain · 1 month ago

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The moment Louis gets up on the bed, naked and warm, Harry is reaching for him. His hands are soft when they tug on Louis, push him and guide him until he’s got Louis pressed down into the pillows, straddling his lap. In the hazy of the bedroom – the hanging fabric, the lit candles – it almost feels like a ritual. Ancient. Divine. Harry uncorks the bottle, whispering something into the small opening on top, and magic seems to flow from his lips. In the center of his eyes, just barely, a thin gleam of chartreuse gleams among the emerald, but between one blink and the next, it’s gone. Louis saw it though, knows what it must mean. “You casting a spell on me, love?” Louis asks, strokes his fingers over Harry’s waist, down onto his hips, gripping his thighs. “Does it matter?” Harry swirls the bottle, tongue dragging over his bottom lip. “I haven’t poisoned you yet.” There is a thrill in that, a spark that ignites in Louis’ chest at the knowledge that Harry could very easily have killed him before. Werewolves’ reaction to human stimulants are often non-effective. They can’t drink alcohol, get high, alter their mind as their bodies process the toxins too quickly to take effect. But with a little help, a few other things mixed in, it can be worked around. But the only one really qualified to try is Harry – Harry and his large tomes of ancient magic and his secrets. “Do your worst then.” Louis leans up, wraps his arms around Harry so he can caress of his back, his soft skin, and kiss his cupid’s mouth. Loves this part the best, the familiar drag of their lips together, the taste still the same after all this time. It’s enough to get Louis’ heart racing, his wolf howling in the back of his mind, wanting to come out. “Lay down, Alpha.” Harry whispers, brushes a thumb over Louis’ bottom lip before pushing at his shoulders. He waits until Louis draws in a slow breath, patient, before Harry pours some of the lavender colored liquid out into his hand.

#wip #miss me with those sterek accusations #or you can come scream in my inbox if you want

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stylinsoncity · 1 month ago

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sharing a snippet from my 35th fic, which i'm very slowly working on... for context, this is a famous h/non-famous l, alpha l/omega h fic... louis is also in a band, but for fun and the ppl mentioned at the end are his bandmates...

h/l haven’t kissed before this scene.

hopefully the rest explains itself D:

“Is this getting weird?” Harry blurts. “Us, I mean. Have we…crossed a line?”

Louis seems to sober a bit, then. Because he doesn’t blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. He sucks eagerly on his cigarette for a moment. “I think it’s up to you to decide,” he finally says.

Harry is just about to comment on how unhelpful that is when Louis adds:

“But I don’t think it’s crossing a line to admit I like fucking you. Or that I think about it when we’re not together.”

Harry crosses his arms tight over his chest, tucking his sweaty hands up under his armpits. “Yeah. I do too, yeah,” he admits after a long, tense silence. “That would explain…you know…what just happened.”

“What just happened?” Louis asks, his smile growing.

Harry gives him a look he hopes is withering. But it’s Louis. And Harry doesn’t know him that well yet, but he knows Louis withers for no one, for nothing.

“The blowjob,” Harry says. “Are you implying it was forgettable?”

“Oh, yeah, that,” Louis says. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“Arsehole,” Harry grumbles.

“I’d say sorry in advance for this, but it’s not the most forward thing I’ve said or done all night…” Louis begins after another drag of his cigarette, the flame setting his face and eyes softly aglow. “There’s nothing forgettable about the way you suck cock. There’s nothing forgettable about the way you smell, the way you taste, the way you feel. You’re the best I’ve ever had, if I’m honest. I don’t think it’s crossing a line to tell you so.”

Harry can’t really do anything but look at him afterwards, which is a mistake because of the way Louis looks. Not just the look of him — with his hair messy from Harry’s fingers and his low cut shirt torn at the shoulder — but the way he looks back at Harry. Like if they were indoors, in private, they would’ve devoured each other already. Again.

Harry’s gaze is glued to him. He feels like his whole being is glued to Louis. He manages to at least unglue his tongue and says, unsteadly, “I think you’re still really drunk.”

“So are you,” Louis says, tossing his cigarette to his feet. “After this, I’ll make sure you get home in one piece.”

“After what?”

Louis steps forward, backs him up against the car and presses their mouths together. Harry doesn’t think about it. He reaches up to cup Louis’ face and licks into Louis’ mouth as Louis licks deeply into his. It’s Louis controlling the kiss, leading Harry’s tongue, giving him chase. It’s Louis deciding when Harry has had enough. He pulls away, leaving him panting, and presses his nose into Harry’s neck, breathing in deeply. He licks up the length of Harry’s jugular, his tongue and lips just brushing the shell of Harry’s ear.

Harry shudders and feels himself grow wet all over again. Or wetter, if he’s honest. He feels his knees buckle, but he’s pressed so firmly to the car, there’s nowhere to go. Being anywhere else is the least of his concern.

Louis brings their mouths together again, his kiss searing, almost punishing in its intensity. And doing anything else but kissing him back has never appealed to Harry less. He’s not sure he’s ever kissed someone or been kissed like this. He’d remember. He might never have stopped. He never wants to stop.

They hear a bit of commotion over to their left and it finally dawns on Harry where the fuck he is. His panic must be palapble because Louis immediately steps back, though his hands are still on Harry’s shoulders.

“Was that okay or…?” Louis asks, trying to catch his breath.

“Feels like an understatement.”

“Are you okay, then?”

Harry is a mess. He’s paranoid. He’s needy. He can’t take his eyes off Louis’ mouth. He doesn’t know why they’re not still kissing, but they also can’t kiss here. “I’m… yeah…”

Louis squeezes his shoulders and then, lets his hands fall to his sides. And Harry can’t help it. He doesn’t whimper aloud, but he feels another shudder run over his body at the loss of Louis’ touch.

Jess steps out of the building then and spots them from the top of the landing. “You boys ready to head home?” she asks.

“Depends on if you’re sober enough to get us there,” Louis says.

“Yes, I’m sober. I take being a designated driver very seriously,” Jess says, taking the first step down to the pavement. “Get in the van.”

Harry climbs into the van after Louis and endures the small wait until Ian comes sprinting down the steps and clambers inside. It’s because Jess and Ian are betas that they can’t smell what Harry smells — the rich lure of Louis’ scent, of arousal. It’s everywhere in the car, clinging to Harry’s clothes, to his own skin. He asks Jess to lower the window at one point, which is when he happens to catch Louis’ gaze — and realises for the first time that he’s been avoiding it.

Now, they look at each other and in doing so, Harry confirms what he already knew.

It’s getting weird.

#also happy spooky season!#kind of disappointing that this fic isn't spooky at all

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1didofest · 2 months ago

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1D I Do Fest - Masterpost 2024

Thank you to everyone who supported the fest and to all the authors who gifted us with these wonderful stories.

Twist of Fate by @freakingmeout28 / freakingmeout

Some marriages don't start with love… When his parents tell Harry that they expect him to marry Louis Tomlinson he's more than just against it, he hates them for thinking it would magically solve all his problems and make him their dream son. Louis on the other side isn't keen to marry someone like Harry either, but since it's his only way to save his family's name, he goes for it. Against their own will they get married and are sent on a honeymoon together where they don't have a chance to avoid each other. Their marriage doesn't start with love, but while Louis helps Harry fighting his alcohol addiction they find something in the other that they both needed. Through trials and tribulations, their bond strengthens, transcending the confines of tradition to blossom into a profound love story of resilience and redemption. A story for the 1D I Do fest, a very free interpretation of the following prompt: Arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, preferably larry, forced proximity. Sent on a honeymoon but it’s at the room in the Maldives thats in the middle of the ocean only accessed by boat. Featuring sharing of beds, secret pining, awkward morning wood, arguments but you cannot escape the other.

Guess What by @elmeiko88 / Elmeiko88

Harry should have done a better job of checking out the restaurant where he had decided to get down on one knee.

We Should Be Shooting For Them Stars Of Gold by @babyhoneyheslt / babyhoneyhslt

To make his dream of becoming a tour photographer come true, Harry reluctantly agrees to marry his annoying ex. Louis Tomlinson might be a big name in the music industry, but his reputation needs some polish. Neither of them expects this to end well, but maybe a two week honeymoon in the Maldives can change everything.

Who would have guessed? by SweetieR

“So why don’t we just shag?” “Like what? Like an enemies with benefits kinda shit?” blue eyes lit up in amusement, “Is that even a thing?” Harry shrugged. “It could be.” “But they always end up married when that happened in movies.” Louis made a face, clearly disgusted at the idea. “Don’t worry Louis,” Harry said, shaking his head in amusement. “I’m never ever gonna marry you.” “Trust me, the feeling is very mutual, Styles.” and then, “You’re only like an advanced sex toy.” Harry laughed at that, a genuine laugh. “Look at that.” he elbowed him, “We’re already agreeing on something.” Or - Prompt 2 / “It’s funny how I said I’d never marry you but here we are.”

he bought a ring (and he found the one) by @thefootnotes / whateverthecalamity

All Harry has ever wanted was the big white wedding with someone he loves; and he thinks he’s finally landed on it. That is, until a certain pair of bright blue eyes are looking up from the back of the chapel. Or the one where Harry Styles is looking for marriage, Louis Tomlinson is looking for closure, and both find something unexpected.

If I could Fly by @super--noah / SuperNoah

Just around the one year anniversary of their fake getting back together date, and what most people believe is their three year anniversary Louis has planned to pop the big question for real. It's his first evening off in several weeks and him and Harry had a date night planned. Plans change when Louis returns home to see Harry looking stressed about going out. Even if the evening has a few more non-happy tears than planned, the question is asked and answered. Which is how Harry and Louis ends up spending the summer holidays arguing over colours and food choices. Disagreements, hardship and tears eventually leads to I Do's and more, but very welcome, tears.

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~5.4k words of a ridiculous jealous Harry hehehehe (oh and I guess it's a little angsty too 🙄)

Reminder: I know nothing about business. I just be making it all up.

Overtired, overworked, and missing his love.

It was a recipe for jealous disaster.

Harry was a lovesick idiot when it came to her. It wasn’t his fault; not entirely. It was almost... involuntary. He had never loved anyone the way he loved her. She was utterly adorable. It was inexplainable. The moment he laid eyes on her, he turned to mush. It was a miracle he could focus when they were in the same meetings.

She knew how crazy he could get over the most minor of things. Or rather, what she considered minor. Harry had a way of making a mountain out of a mole hill. Especially at work.

Especially with Niall.

After that original bout of jealousy he faced, (back when she practically hit rock-bottom romantically with Harry mad at her from being consoled by Niall, financially by a stolen debit card, and mentally between the mean coworker and her family dramatics) Harry really thought his possessiveness and his grumpiness had disappeared. It wasn’t right. Niall was his best friend, and he didn’t want to feel that way. Obviously, he trusted her and of course he trusted his best friend of years and years. Niall was his favorite business partner.

It made him happy that the pair of them got along so well.

Most of the time.

Harry couldn’t lie it sent a pang of frustration through him when they had inside jokes making them giggle without Harry being privy to the fun. Harry knew it wasn’t purposeful. Lord knew he had plenty of inside jokes with just Niall. There was stuff that he had only ever told her. Stuff he knew only he knew about either of them. But he was so in love with her, so completely taken and infatuated that the little green-eyed monster took control of his mind and his involuntary responses before he could control it.

It hadn’t appeared in their life in a really long time.

But Harry was overtired, overworked, and just really missed his beautiful love. With the loss of the big client, he was struggling to maintain a semblance of normalcy. He didn’t want people to fear for their livelihood. As grumpy as he could be in meetings, he liked when people succeeded. It was a good show that his company was good. He wanted his employees to like coming to work. He didn’t want them to get scared or worried that there was problems.

There were people with husbands, wives, children, older family members and even adorable pets that needed to be taken care of and Harry didn’t want to be responsible for people’s financial insecurity. She tried to convince him to take a break, they would figure it out. But he didn’t want her help. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t her responsibility to fix his mistakes. He wanted to figure it out so that he didn’t have to disappoint everyone at the company.

So, Harry had spent almost every waking hour (and some non-waking hours) looking and researching for a solution. As such, he had left his poor love alone at night for dinner for nearly ten of the last fourteen days. He was grateful she had Louis and Eleanor to keep her company on some nights. When he was at home, he hardly slept. Waking much to early but plagued with frustration too great to fall back to sleep.

Overtired, overworked, and missing his love.

It was a recipe for jealous disaster.

Niall returned from his weekly meeting with Harry as he had from every meeting over the last month: exhausted and nearly as frustrated, himself. Still, Niall’s frustration presented much differently than Harry’s.

Harry obviously, prone to throwing his furniture and electronics, was a bit angry when upset.

Exhausted. Poor Niall looked and felt exhausted. She frowned as he entered. “No good?”

“I don’t know how you do it, darling,” he sighed flopping onto the couch face first. She frowned and crouched beside him, putting a hand on his back and soothingly rubbing up and down his spine.

“M’sorry,” she frowned. “I thought for sure that one would work,” she had spent almost every spare moment she had also researching every possible solution she could think of to help the situation. The three of them were all so tired.

“If it helps at all, he almost budged.”

She knew Harry didn’t want her help, so she had to be a little sneaky and sift her ideas through Niall. Niall was his favorite business partner. She didn’t blame him in the slightest; she didn’t get very jealous about his relationship with Niall.

“Okay back to the drawing board,” she said.

“Darling, m’exhausted. I’ve hardly had any time to do the stuff I need to do—”

“Like what?”

“—no I don’t want you to do it for me—can we please just do our regular jobs? For an hour?”

She sighed. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

An hour of regular work turned into two hours. It felt well worth it, their minds were finally reprieved of the anxiety they felt searching for a solution to fix Styles Incorporated. They were talking more strategy—now that they were reinvigorated and less grumpy. Niall paced back and forth while she searched at his computer in the main part of the office. Every so often she would throw an M&M in his direction for him to attempt to catch in his mouth. So far of the seven she had thrown, he had caught three, one bounced off his cheek, and only one hit him the eye. They would have to search for the missing one later, when they weren’t so invested in their solution search.

“I think he’s just going to have to fire me,” she sighed.

Niall rolled his eyes as he chewed the green candy while pacing back toward the window. “Yeah right, kitten.”

She shrugged. “M’just saying.”

“We’re going to find a solution. We’ve got to be close.”

“Why are they even leaving? Do we even know?”

Niall stopped pacing and turned to her, there was a sparkle in his eye that she hadn’t seen in ages. But she knew it well. Niall always got it when something good went their way. He had the same glint in his eye when she talked about bankruptcy or the partnership back when she was just a lowly intern. “No... we don’t.”

“Okay, what are you thinking?”

“It’s not the perfect solution. But if they don’t disclose why they’re leaving, it buys us time. They have to buy out their contract,” he said and raced toward the door to head back and tell Harry. It seemed so obvious but with the initial shock and devastation seeming completely forthcoming, it was hard to keep everything together. After thirty seconds Niall returned. “Can you look up their contract and the repercussions of their buyout? We’ll still need a new client, but we may have bought us another fiscal quarter.”

She was already reading his computer diligently, barely acknowledging that he had returned but he knew she had heard.

Maybe she and Harry would snuggle when they fell asleep tonight.

Harry was marginally happier. Marginally. Having a whole new quarter to come up with a solution was exciting in that he wouldn’t have to fire anyone until well after the holidays. It definitely eased some of the tension. But Harry wanted a new client sooner rather than later. In fact, he would like two new clients just so this never happened to him again.

The legality of their client’s untimely departure bought them time to get a better solution.

But that didn’t mean Harry got any more sleep.

Which meant he was still exhausted. Still grumpy.

Still very much missing the sweet girl.

She was so kind to not be bothered by his stress. She didn’t seem to mind them not having extravagant date nights. Harry hadn’t made her breakfast in ages. It hurt him to neglect her, and he missed her. Even though she was right down the hall, even though she came in with tea and coffee every afternoon, even though they slept in the same bed. It was like Harry’s entire brain was consumed with the financial instability of his company.

It was awful.

Which lead to the worst day of their relationship. Worse than when she met Gemma for the first time and worse than when she didn’t speak to him for the days following her job application fiasco. All times, that Harry recognized were caused by him and his jealousy.

So, he really should have known better than to let his fatigued mind play tricks on him.

It was a regularly scheduled meeting, and everyone was well aware there was an issue. Harry was irritable. More so than usual. But they thought the sweet girl was untouchable. It had been that way since the moment she walked on the floor.

Niall all but helped start Styles Incorporated so it was like he was untouchable as well.

Or so they thought.

They were watching a slide presentation. The poor guy was practically shaking worried Harry would eat him alive based on the projections but instead, he couldn’t take his eyes off the sweet girl.

Passing notes to Niall like it was biology class.

Niall smirked winking in her direction. There was a brief moment of clarity in Harry’s head that he was being ridiculous. But he couldn’t help it. He was overtired. It wasn’t an excuse, but it was at least an explanation he had to fend off the idea that maybe his beautiful, sweet girlfriend should have been with someone who was kind and nice like Niall.

When she covered her laugh with a cough at Niall’s responding note, Harry lost his cool. “M’sorry. We’re having a meeting. Are you two quite finished?” He spat.

The color drained from her face, and she looked at her lap like she was in trouble.

Niall rolled his eyes, used to his irritation more than anyone else in the office. Harry narrowed his eyes at Niall briefly, almost ready to make a comment in front of everyone about the eyeroll. But he refrained. He turned back to his presenter. “Continue.”

Harry was beyond worked up. It felt like he was further from a solution than he was even with the reprieve of an extra quarter to figure things out. But as he turned down the hall for his office he was instantly infuriated, by the sound of laughter coming from behind Niall’s door.

Why were they laughing? How could they be laughing? Were they aware that Harry was in over his head looking for a solution?

Without knocking, he ripped the door out of the way. He found the pair of them giggling and throwing M&Ms at each other. They stopped once they saw Harry, visibly fuming at their childishness.

Clearing her throat, she hurried to his side. “Hey, baby,” she cooed softly. “Want some M&M’s?” She asked quietly.

How could they be having fun at a time like this? Was this why she wasn’t more upset? Neglecting her didn’t mean anything because she had Niall. She didn’t need Harry. She didn’t need someone that was angry and frustrated all the time. When was the last time they had sex?

What if they just—

Harry had one shred of sanity left in his brain to keep him from following that line of thinking.

“Niall. Office.”

She looked entirely worried at his tone. His demeanor.

Niall gave her a wink as he left and closed the door as they exited. The moment the door clicked she began desperately searching for a new client. Three clients. Something, anything, to help this horrible situation.

She ignored the yelling she could hear through Harry’s closed door down the hall and echoing all the way through hers.

Her heart hammered violently in her chest. But maybe the frantic search was just what she needed. In the fifteen minutes that she heard screaming from down the hall, she finally pieced together what she thought and hoped was going to save Harry and Niall from another sleepless quarter. Maybe she could book a trip for New Year’s to see Harry’s mom for the two of them.

But as her relief began to take form, the door smacked open. Niall reappeared, looking red-cheeked and totally exhausted. However, his eyes seemed to have a bit of a crazy gleam to them.

She stood from the desk and looked at him nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the skirt of her dress. “What happened?”

He laughed without humor. “Your boyfriend is a piece of work,” he shook his head. “He fired me.”

The blood rushed from her head quickly to her feet making her fingers tingle. She felt faint. She hurried closer to Niall’s side as he started throwing things out of his work bag on top of his desk and gathering his personal affects to replace them. “What?!” Her voice hardly carried, shaking as she tried to process what he just said.

“He fired me,” he snorted. “Whatever. He’s a stupid fucking prick,” he snapped.

“Niall!” She was borderline reaching hysterical.

“Don’t even bother, darling. He’s too fucking mad. Too tired to even process what he did. M’not worried about it. He’s an idiot.”

She agreed with him there. He was definitely an idiot. She would have no problem telling him.

In fact.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Darling, m’saying this as your friend and former boss,” he said with an eye roll. “Don’t go in there.”

“Niall,” she felt like she was on the brink of tears.

“Listen, bought you an extra week to come up with a solution, since he won't have to pay my salary,” he winked grabbing his bag. “Could use a spa day or a rage room.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t stress about it. I’ll just make him pay me more when he grovels to get me back.”

“Niall,” she whimpered. This was ridiculous. The whole thing. She wanted to strangle Harry.

“I know, love. I know,” he sighed and squeezed her arm. “It’s okay,” he promised. “Just don’t go in there.”

She really should have listened to his advice.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She shouted as she entered the office. She didn’t care who heard.

Harry was pacing back and forth. Another keyboard and mouse set nearly blown apart against Harry’s throwing wall. The computer monitor and a broken vase were thrown in the mix this time as well. “Don’t,” he ground out, hardly looking at her.

“No,” she marched right up to him. She got so close to him that normally if she were that close, he would assume she would be kissing. “You’re acting like an idiot. Why would you fire Niall!?” She stuck a finger in his chest.

“Kitten, you don’t want to do this,” his voice was low and gravelly. He pushed her hand away from him and put it to her side. If she wasn’t so angry and upset herself, she would have thought he was incredibly hot.

“I shouldn’t have to do this! Why would you fire your best friend?”

“Some best friend,” he snarled.

She blinked. “What is the matter with you?! I know you’re stressed but—”

“Do you?” He practically sang it. It was so mocking. It was an awful tone. One she never heard directed at her. One she escaped her entire internship. Her blood felt like sludge trying to get through her veins. Her face warmed at the sound of his voice. Like she truly should have known the reason he was so upset—as if it wasn’t obvious. Like she missed something. Had she missed something? “If y’know m’stressed, why are y’passing notes in meetings? Playing with M&M’s?”

She may have been frustrated by Harry’s tone directed at her, but that didn’t mean she was going to back down. Niall told her he needed to be yelled at more and she might get teary, but she was frustrated too. She missed her boyfriend. She missed his snuggles and his kisses. But the idea that Harry was once more worried about her and Niall...

“You can’t be serious,” she asked in shock. “Are you...jealous?”

He didn’t like the way she said it. He didn’t like hearing it out loud because he knew it was ridiculous. The entire screaming match with Niall, he knew it was ridiculous to say he was going to fire his best friend. His favorite business partner. But he couldn’t help how he felt. The way she and Niall worked so well together. They were always finishing each other’s thoughts and ideas. It was like they shared a brain.

“M’not fucking jealous,” he snapped.

He should have just told the truth. She shook her head rubbing her temples with her fingertips. “I could—”

“You could what, love? What could you do?” He interrupted her again with the mocking tone.

“Harry, you’re being—”

“Just fucking go!”

“I’m not going to go just because—”

“Why don’t y’go make sure Niall is alright. S’obvious that y’care about him more.”

Fortunately for her, she had enough wherewithal to recognize the turning point of her anger. She was going to leave before she said something she regretted. Something Harry was obviously incapable of doing. She straightened her spine. Her shoulders heaving with her frustrated breath. He couldn’t help but notice the tears welling in her eyes. She turned without another word and slammed his office door shut for good measure.

Harry may or may not have punched a hole in the wall above the pile of debris he created.

Within fifteen minutes, his phone began ringing incessantly for nearly all of the next hour. But he ignored it—he ignored his office phone, the email pings, and skipped the meeting where he was supposed to be meeting a potential client. He was glad it wasn’t a major client like the one he needed. He wasn’t sure he could fake enthusiasm about his wonderful company at a time like this. He tried and failed to meditate. He just wanted a little bit of give. Just to get some kind of good energy back into his body. All he felt was anger. It was in every inch of his blood making his muscles shake.

He had his head between his knees, hands behind his head like she had Harry do when he told her the bad news.

His peace lasted a mere three seconds.

His door smacked open.

Harry glared up at Niall and his interruption. “What are y’going t’beg—”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he snapped. “Louis had to call me after you didn’t answer. The girl that you say is the most precious girl you’ve ever been so lucky to have, got in a car accident and you didn’t answer your fucking phone, you prick,” he grabbed Harry’s phone off his desk and threw it at him. Harry’s body processed the words before his mind did. With shaky hands and digesting the words his friend was saying, he read the missed calls from Louis, Eleanor, and even Niall.

Harry felt like Niall smacked him even though he was nowhere near him. His heart skipped a beat. The neurons in his mind began working in overdrive. “What?” He whispered.

“Jesus Christ. I have to take you to the hospital. Let’s fucking go!”

Harry didn’t even grab his work phone. He hadn’t left it in the office once in the eight or so years he owned his company. Instead, he was sprinting to the car. “What do you mean car accident?” He asked slamming the door shut, barely buckling himself in as Niall got behind the wheel sped off into traffic.

He explained the very minimal details that Louis had passed along. They didn’t know what was wrong exactly as no one was able to get to the hospital fast enough before she was sent off. They were running all sorts of tests, and she needed surgery. That was the extent of their current knowledge. But they didn’t know what the surgery was for because no one knew as there to receive the information.

Harry felt worse than ever. Worse than he felt for firing Niall. Which albeit he hadn't really had time to process how bad he felt about that.

“Niall, drive faster.”

“I’m going as fast as I can, the last thing she needs is us in an accident too,” he growled.

“Faster,” he snapped.

“Quit being a dick! What are you going to do fire me from being your friend?”

“Niall!” He was so fidgety in Niall’s front seat. If they hit one more red light, he was going to jump out and run to the hospital. It was clear he was losing his mind. If he wasn’t careful, he would be admitted under a psychiatric hold the moment they entered the ER.

As worried as he had been about his company, he was anxious about the girl threefold. He was so scared to see her. Worried about how broken she might be. If she was in surgery, he would die—he was certain. How could he not be her emergency contact?

Louis was going to kill him.

It was too much. Too much, all at once.

“Pull over!”

“Pull over?! What’s the matter—”

“Niall pull the fuck over!”

He practically spun out coming to the shoulder of the road. The car was barely parked when Harry threw the door open, and his stomach released the frustration of the last month and a half with the contents of his lunch. Niall rolled his eyes tapping on the steering wheel while he waited for Harry to right himself. The moment the door shut, Niall was back on the road. They were silent as they sped the remainder of the drive to the hospital.

Niall was the only one with enough brain cells to have asked Louis for all the directions to the correct waiting room. So, it was Niall that practically shouted them out as Harry ran ahead to find the sweet girl.

Eleanor was handing Louis a cup of tea as he bounced his knee impatiently. “Louis,” Harry said quickly.

Louis didn’t even look at him. “You’ve got some fucking nerve,” he shook his head. Harry could feel the distaste leaving his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked. He felt utterly guilty. Completely useless.

“Yeah, I bet,” he grumbled.

“Louis,” Eleanor rolled her eyes. She turned to Harry. “Hi Harry, hi Niall,” she smiled sweetly as Niall filed in beside Harry. “She’s okay,” she promised. The relief he felt was immeasurable. He was lucky there was an open chair for him to fall into with the weight disappearing too quickly from his shoulders.

“She’s not okay,” Louis snapped. “Why was she leaving in the middle of the work day—”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake Louis, it’s not that deep. Accidents happen.” But Harry knew as well as Eleanor why Louis was so nervous about her being in a car accident. “She’s got a guardian angel looking out for her and she drives one of the safest cars on the road thanks to Harry. You all need to take a Xanax.”

“What’s wrong with her?” Niall asked. Between Louis and Harry, neither seemed well enough to have any sort of grasp on the situation. Harry nearly forgot he was supposed to be the one asking. Louis glared at him. Like he knew there was more to the story. Maybe he wasn’t wrong.

“She was pretty shaken up, I guess. Lost her phone. Hit her head. She’s getting surgery on her left arm, a pretty significant break. Low grade concussion and a cast. I think she got off easy,” Eleanor shrugged. “They’ll let us see her once she’s in recovery.”

Harry rubbed the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Good,” he sighed.

Louis snorted.

“Louis. Accident.” Eleanor repeated. “Zip it.”

The four of them sat in silence.

Due to the nature of the room, only one person was allowed in recovery at a time until a bigger room opened up.

Louis rolled his eyes at the news and turned to look at Harry. “You first.” Harry blanched immediately. Niall bounced his knee sitting beside Harry. He was silent the entire time. Harry didn’t think she’d want to see him after the horrific display of the person he was today. “M’not saying it again. You go first, or I’m never coming out of there if I go first,” Louis promised staring off into the distance. Harry knew he wanted to see the sweet girl as much as he did. It was kind of him to offer Harry first look even though he was mad.

Eleanor rolled her eyes and squeezed Louis’ hand. “Go ahead, Harry. She’ll want to see you,” she smiled encouragingly. Harry didn’t know if that was true.

His nerves were tightly wound as he entered the room to find her sleepy form curled on the bed. She was half on her side, her arm in a white cast beside her face and pretty lashes fluttering as she woke from the anesthesia. She did look okay. Other than the broken arm.

“Hey beautiful,” Harry whispered gently.

She glanced toward his voice and immediately burst into tears. “Harry,” she whimpered.

“Oh, kitten,” he cooed coming to crouch beside her bed and he pressed a hand to the side of her face and brushed the tears away with his thumb. “Are you in pain, m’love?” He asked, feeling so horrible he wanted to trade places. He wanted her out of the hospital bed. Out of the cast. “I’ll call for—”

“No,” she croaked. She swallowed and sniffled miserably. Her sweet face crumpling with anxiety and sadness. Her eyes were so glassy, and he knew she was still swimming with anesthesia in her veins. “I wrecked your car,” she whimpered. “I’m so sorry.”

Harry thought he might die. He hoped to God, that was the anesthesia talking. If she thought he would care more about a car...he couldn’t even think of the rest of the sentence.

He shook his head. He felt tears prick the back of his eyes as he looked her over. The sweetest, best thing that had ever happened to him. “Baby, absolutely not what m’worried ‘bout,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, hoping to ease her weary mind. “I’ll get you a million cars. I don’t care. S’only you. You are what matters right now,” he promised.

Her mind was a little loopy and airy, but it looked like Harry was staring at her as if she was the one that made the sun rise every morning. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again. “I know Niall and I—”

Harry felt the need to throw up again. He shook his head, aching for her to stop. “Not now, beautiful,” he ran his thumb along her lip to silence her. “Jus’ want t’focus on you. Y’don’t need t’apologize at all.”

She nodded, still glassy and wide-eyed. “Do you hate me?” She asked.

The poor thing was breaking his heart with every sentence. “No, angel, of course not,” he smiled at her sadly. “I love you, so much.”

She sighed with relief. “I love you too,” she murmured.

“We’re waiting on a bigger room, but Louis wants t’see y’next. I’ll be right back, yeah?”

She nodded, starting to return to herself. “Okay,” her loopy mind answered. “I have a cast.”

“I know, kitten.”

“Will you sign it?” She asked so sweetly. It was adorable. Harry felt at ease for the first time in ages even though he was distraught with worry.

He smiled from the doorway. “Of course, love.”

“Louis, I have to go to work in this. Don’t you dare draw a penis,” she warned, the marker in Louis’ hand poised over the plaster.

He rolled his eyes. “Ruin all the fun.”

“Did you bring your laptop?” She asked Harry, while Louis drew on her arm.

“No laptops for at least a week, babe,” Eleanor smiled sweetly. “Concussion, remember?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t do that!” They all scolded at once.

She sighed, closing her eyes to refrain from rolling them again and potentially inciting a headache. Niall was on the phone with the insurance company pretending to be Harry. They found out that she was hit in the middle of the intersection—someone running a red light. It was pretty open and shut. But not something anyone wanted her to worry about and fortunately, Niall knew almost all of Harry’s needed information.

“Well, can you please use it and look at what I found?” She asked Harry by her other arm.

“Didn’t bring anything, kitten. M’sorry. Was worried ‘bout you.”

She blew and exasperated breath between her lips. Louis smirked. “Are we sure she has a concussion?”

Niall was looking at her curiously as he was on hold. “What did y’find, darling?”

“A client.”

Harry ignored her and glanced at Niall. She wasn’t supposed to be involved with the search—he didn’t want her worrying. It wasn’t her responsibility. “Well...we can discuss it next week, love.”

“No,” she said firmly. “Harry, I’ve been giving Niall all my ideas to pass off to you because I know you don’t want me worrying but we haven’t had dinner together in nearly two weeks and I can’t remember the last time we watched a movie. I found a solution and it’s on my computer and I need you to look at it, hire Niall back, so you can stay home for the week and wait on me while I get over the concussion,” she ordered. No one spoke while they let her directions settle over them.

Louis capped his marker, admiring his handy work: his block letters taking up almost the entirety of her arm. “Definitely faking,” he smiled.

Without the IV drip, the pain in her arm came back significantly. She felt tired; physically and emotionally. She couldn’t imagine how Harry felt, yet he was carrying her into their house. “Will you sit with me?” She asked quietly.

God, Harry would break his own arm just to match her if she wanted. “Yes, love,” he murmured. “Do y’want some medicine, water?”

She shook her head. She probably did need more medicine, but she just wanted Harry. “Just you.”

Harry would kill for her.

He sat on the sofa, her frame curled in his lap. With her head on his shoulder, her cast weighing heavily in her own lap, she sighed contentedly. “M’sorry about today.”

“Please don’t apologize, kitten. S’all my fault.”

“I know how stressed you’ve been—”

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“But you have to know that Niall—”

“Kitten, don’t you...want someone like Niall?”

She shook her head rapidly. Trying to understand the words that he just spoke. “I’m sorry, I think my concussion gave me a stroke. What did you just ask me?”

He sighed, closing his eyes, and rested his forehead against the side of her head. He was so glad she was okay. He can’t imagine what he would have done if the last thing he said to her was something about how she didn’t care about him. “Niall doesn’t yell at you. Or neglect y’when he’s stressed. He can catch M&Ms in his mouth.”

She laughed quietly. “You’re an idiot.”

“Do you remember coming out of anesthesia?”

“I remember asking why they sent Louis in before you.”

He smirked. “He must have been pissed.”

She smiled. “It was amazing.”

“I went in first. Y’were probably too loopy t’remember... y’apologized for wrecking the car.”

“That does sound like me,” she nodded in agreement.

“Kitten,” he sighed. “There’s one and only one of you, m’love. I would lose m’mind if something happened t’you. A car means nothing t’me.”

She kissed his cheek. “I love you,” it sounded like a vow.

“Say it again,” he answered nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck before pulling away and looking at how pretty and whole she was.

Giggling, she bumped her nose against his. “I love you,” she repeated.

“Even though m’jealous of m’best friend?”

“Yes, you silly, crazy baby; did you rehire him?”

“M’giving him a spa day tomorrow. Then he’ll be back.”

“You’re an idiot,” she giggled.

“So, I’ve been told.”

“But you’re all mine,” she sighed dreamily, leaning in for a kiss. "Wouldn't have you any other way."

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