#plasterers in Doncaster

[theficpusher]

If This Is To End In Fire by Jiksa | E | 4306 Apocalypse makes it sound a lot more glamorous than it actually is.

It's Been a Minute Since I Called You by winterschild | nr | 5336 “Hi, mum. It’s been a minute since I called ya. I know you won’t get this, but I’m going to leave a message anyway.” He didn’t want to feel alone. In order to cope with grief, Louis has been paying for his mum's phone so he can leave her voicemails to calm him down. One day, when he forgets to pay her bill, the number disconnects and is later given to Harry Styles, a baker with a kind heart. On a drunken night, Louis leaves another voicemail, but how will Harry respond to this man, who sounds so broken? OR This is a self-indulgent, Louis centric fic about grief and a very kind person who takes concern for the small Doncaster boy with a somewhat broken heart.

Always Keep You Next To Me by lululawrence | nr | 8325 Louis jumped when the passenger side door opened and Greg somehow folded his entire lanky frame into the car. “Hey, thanks for waiting for me,” Greg said with a small smile before buckling up. “Do I get the honor?” Right. Louis couldn’t drive safely with Will’s remains in his arms. It was just ever since his mom had handed the urn over to him last night, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to let it go. He’d even curled up around it on Will’s childhood bed as he called his cell over and over again, just to hear his voice once more. Fuck. When Louis' twin dies, Louis decides to take the birthday road trip they were meant to take together with Will's best friend Greg instead. As they both mourn Will's death and celebrate his life, Louis and Greg become closer and maybe start to heal a little bit too.

Keep Driving by dead_tobeginwith | M | 11726 The first time Louis picks him up, it’s raining. He slides into the backseat smelling like hospital, like plasters and cleaning products and burnt coffee. He shuts the door and leans against the window, folding his arms protectively across his chest. He sighs heavily and closes his eyes. There’s a crease between his brows. It must have been a long day. Louis feels it when one of his knobby knees starts bobbing an uneasy rhythm. Bad news, then. Or waiting for bad news. Sometimes purgatory is the worst kind of hell. Either way, he says nothing. Louis watches his breath fog the window in the rearview mirror. When he drops him at the station, there’s a little frowny face fading in the misted glass. _________ OR Louis works as a driver contracted through the local cancer institute. All of his clients are associated with the hospital—mostly patients and their families heading home. One rainy afternoon, he picks up Harry.

You Might Want to Marry My Husband by Rearviewdreamer | nr | 24528 When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.

like a timebomb ticking by infinitelymint | M | 31734 Louis loses everything. Harry's still there.

we should open up (before it's all too much) by disgruntledkittenface | M | 43129 “I’m not–” Harry breaks off, his voice strangled as he clutches his phone in his hand. He takes a breath and looks up, trying to keep the tears threatening to spill over at bay. “Louis, I’m not very good company these days. I–” “Harry,” Louis interrupts, his raspy voice soft and soothing. “I get it. Sometimes it’s just easier to be alone, yeah?” Harry nods, blinking back the last of his tears. “But it can get lonely,” Louis states. Harry nods again even though it wasn’t a question, finally looking back at him. “So why don’t we try being alone, together?” Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people. Then he meets Louis.

Plant New Seeds in the Melody by 28sunflowers | E | 58700 After losing his husband in a tragic car accident, the last thing Louis needs is to keep running into popstar Harry Styles, who David was quite fond of. Obviously, that’s exactly what keeps happening. But as their unlikely friendship blossoms, Louis realizes that, maybe, having Harry in his life was the only good thing that came out of his adverse circumstances. Harry could be just the right person to help Louis find trust and intimacy in someone new.

shelter as we go by fondleeds | nr | 75094 Louis looks at him like his words might break him, glass about to splinter, one wrong footfall away from shattering into a million tiny pieces. “Hey,” Harry breathes, and he knows, meeting Louis’ eyes, that his words could break him easy as anything. He almost wants Louis to bring his boot down. - AU. Nova Scotia, 1968.

[georendering-blog]

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[ao3feed-larry]

sunny sunday afternoon

by momrryssweat

“Yeah, mom I know, I know. I miss you too, I´ll see you for Christmas, yeah?” Louis says into the speaker of his phone.

“I can’t wait to see you. You need to visit more.” Johanna says, “We all miss you so much.” Louis suddenly feels a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach, but his mom knows that he tries to visit as much as he can. Living in London isn’t cheap so he can’t take free days whenever he feels like it and the drive to Doncaster isn’t exactly short.

“I miss all of you so much” Louis says as he hears the front door open. “Mom, Harry just came home, I’ve got to go.” He hears Harry in the hallway, taking off his jacket and shoes.

“Yes of course. Still sad we haven’t gotten to meet this boyfriend of yours yet” Johanna says in a playful voice and Louis has to physically control himself not to roll his eyes too far back into his head.

“Soon Mom, I promise” Louis feels a pair of hands around his waist and a cold body plastering itself to his back. Louis and Jay say their last goodbyes and Louis turns around in the warm embrace.

Words: 5516, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Louis Tomlinson Loves Harry Styles, Established Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Angst, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Banter, Kissing, Louis Tomlinson Calls Harry Styles Pet Names, Boys In Love, Sad Ending, Christmas, Cute Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

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[thesilicontribesman]

The Pollington Skeleton, Roman Burial and Stone Sarcophagus, Doncaster Museum and Gallery, Yorkshire, 29.7.18.

This stone sarcophagus was discovered in a stone quarry in Pollington, Yorkshire. It is the skeleton of a high status female of around fifty years of age. Very unusually the burial is influenced by Egyptian funerary rituals. The inner lining of the stone coffin is of a limestone plaster. The burial was conducted in the 4th century CE and this is unusual in that most Romans were commonly cremated at this time.

[businessarticles123]

The most effective method to fix deformities of a divider plaster

The plasterers were in require a truly significant time-frame withinside the Doncaster region and are one of the big names chose for homes and model plastering materials. This is a result of the truth shielding plaster in opposition to the drywall is far pushed. From presenting a refined and basic completion to the surfaces of sections to dealing with the general look of your home, plasterer in Doncaster is perceptibly upheld.

Whether or not there may be private or present day property, plasterers arranged there 100% in updating the cost of your confidential home presenting first class plastering provider. As such, when you have made your contemplations to restore your exemplary plaster bundles and rooftops, then, utilizing an expert plasterer is the most intelligent choice.

While you're searching for plastering laborers for enlist, there are different recommendations to consider which end up in the remarkable plasterer.

Tips To Hire The Best Wall Plasterer in Doncaster:

Look for the genuine experience

Really take a look at the speculations on the web

Assert concerning the license

Ensure impressive workmanship

Demand recommendations

Might it be said that you are making plans to redesign your improvement in Doncaster? Then, see the above-alluded recommendations and find a solid plasterer presenting an all-around combination of plaster parts in Doncaster to foster the cost of your confidential home. Basically, there are phenomenally styles of plastering provider which is practical through the technique for a strategy for plasterers including:-

Plaster Spray Machines are additionally utilized by different development enterprises to make the cycle more straightforward.

Local Plastering

From family upkeep and fixing to extension and redesigns, plasterers are centered around acquainting you with score home plastering commitments. They will give your home an astonishing appearance presenting first rate commitments like P50 shadow line, rectangular set, adorning forming, rooftop sheets, rooftop roses, got rooftops, bulkheads, and passageways.

Business Plastering

One of the pivotal pieces of present day plastering is to finished the plastering imaginative manifestations inside time and in an expert manner. Business Plasterers in Doncaster are focused on giving the green plastering materials on your plants, workplaces or store fit-outs. Other current plastering techniques like bulkheads rooftop, P50 shadow line, package portions, suspended, tile network rooftops, suspended rooftops and strong plastering in Doncaster also help you in chipping away at your cutting edge property.

Plastering may similarly give off an impression of being a smooth work, however, it's far the best outrageous undertaking containing various particular parts that you want to comprehend and consider. One of the essential issues to recognize generally plastering is concerning its deformations and how you could investigate and communicate it on time to keep away from what's more harm.

Typical Wall Plastering Defects and Solutions to Fix It

Broken Plaster:

It is the best not unusual place issues which you'll look at all through a picked length of time. Broken plaster is open in a lot of styles, from hairline breaks, and delaminating breaks to plan breaks. These breaks may be a consequence of the development of foundations, drying shrinkage of brickwork, or warm development of the housetop.

Reply for Fix:

 More often than not those breaks may be consistent with a touch pinch of filler and an unblemished layer of paint. If, if the breaks withinside the plaster are ridiculous, it's far a potential chance to seek after an entryway choice or solicitation ace admonishment.

Permeated Plaster Walls:

Moistness and soaked conditions are the main motivation to aim for plaster hurt. This disorder is phenomenally accomplished considering extreme water harm and it's far conspicuous when the surface starts offevolved into an air pocket or irregularity outward. If it isn't continually fixed soon, then, the naughtiness will basically hold and it can grow a structure withinside the influenced region.

Reply for Fix:

 First and foremost, track down a supply of the delivery and do the entire you could do to prevent the water. Begin through a strategy for a technique for disposing of the piece of the destroyed plaster and any segregated trash and award the divider to dry. With the smooth and dry surface, cover the region with an oil-primarily based totally preparation sealer after which paint the affected surface.

De-holding Plasters:

This infection happens when the surface beginnings offevolved to strip far from the divider. If the de-holding region spreads to a more noteworthy region, it's an optimal chance to start an unquestionable restore work. Furthermore, to keep away from de-holding of the plaster in fate, lease talented current plasterers in Doncaster.

Reply for Fix:

 Begin with decontaminating soiled or smooth divider surfaces circumspectly. Ensure that you use a Cement Plasteringslurry at the parts or see to disperse run coat sooner than plastering. Finish it through the technique for a strategy for using holding refreshments to stay away from the fate de-holding issue.

Grinning in Plastering:

The plastering sickness is seen while the mortar joints (district among blocks stacked with mortar) are seen through the plaster. Basically, it's far accomplished because of the separation in attractions among brickwork and mortar and also through the technique for a strategy for pushing off mortar joints.

Reply for Fix:

 In solicitation to keep away from the trouble of grinning in plastering it's far really significant to use an undercoat or sprinkle run coat sooner than plastering. By using this, it continues conveying and plastering the surface from sliding. Similarly, to upgrade the outward show of your confidential home, pick strong plastering in Doncaster.

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Cement Wall Plastering Machine can likewise be utilized to plaster.This can give right consistency of plaster. This will keep away from the imperfections and work season of divider plaster.

For more - Cement Plastering, Tile Adhesive, Spray Plaster Walls, Grout For Tiles

[churanzhang]

Examine How V&A Museum Construct a Particular History or a Particular Theory of Design Through Analyzing One Object from Collection.

The image shows a plaster sculpture – The Age of Innocence, it was being made in 1897, and currently being displayed in the Dorophy and Michael Gallery, V&A museum. The model of this sculpture is Gracie Doncaster, who’s the daughter of sculptor’s friend. This sculpture is a very important and iconic figure in the history of art, where it is one of the major icons involved in the 19th century movement, which is the ‘New Sculpture’.

The New sculpture movement is a revolutionary change is the style of sculpture makings that closely associate with 1880-1910 in time. In simple terms, the most significant characteristics of the sculptures that being made in this period was the sculptures was more lifelike, which significantly showed by the naturalistic poses of the model. It is an important piece of movement that guides the aesthetic taste of people, even leading into present days.

The sculpture is being collected in the Dorophy and Michael Gallery, which contains a variety of sculptures since 4th century. The rooms are spacious, and all connected to form a large hallway of sculpture collections. This style of building visually manipulates the viewers, especially by display objects in hallways, it visually increase the number of the collections, to show the diversity and complexity of the institution. Theoretically, the arrangement of museum objects follows a historical narrative, which aim to display the object is a way its viewers can simply trace the stylistic changes and how these art works were evolved with time. This theory can perfectly apply to the way ‘The Age of Innocence’ were displayed. The sculpture was surrounded with bust sculpture that produced within similar period, but if we look out to the sculptures in the successive rooms, we can clearly see the change in the style of poses, which clearly highlights the natural and calm poses of the sculptures in the ‘New Sculpture’ period. Therefore, not only the viewers can read the history of sculptures by a logical time order, they can also compare the sculptures that made in different time, which makes their characteristic more visual.

Importantly, this sculpture was kept carefully in the glass frame, surrounding by large-scaled sculptures that fully exposed in air.

Without even investigate the labels, we can deduce the cultural value of the sculpture, or the importance of the role it played in the history, which drawn the attention of its viewers. By using this method, although the sculpture is not placed in the busiest area of the museum, it still is able to attract the attentions by emphasis its specialty and importance.

Moving onto the label, it is a simple introduction of basic and clear information about the sculpture, (years made, name of sculpture etc.) in which the viewers need to read multiple labels to acknowledge the piece of history that displayed. This guides to viewers to maximumly visit the sculptures on display.

Reference:

1. Dr. Elizabeth Rodini,‘Art Museum and (Art) Objects’, 2022 Khan Academy

2. ‘Art term New sculpture’, Tate

3. ‘ The Age of Innocence’, November 21,2000, V&A museum

‘The age of Innocence’, 25th July 2013, The Henry Moore Found

[blouisparadise]

As promised, here is the second part to our established relationship bottom Louis fic rec list. Part one can be found here. Happy reading!

1) Give and Take | Explicit | 1837 words

Sometimes Louis just needs.

2) Just A Trim | Explicit | 2260 words

“Harry. Darling. Can you explain to me what I’m looking at, before I rip your throat out through the phone?” “That would be me, holding a braid of hair in my hand.”

Or, the one where Harry gets a haircut, and Louis, along with the rest of the world, loses his mind.

3) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Explicit | 2360 words

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

4) Louder Louder | Explicit | 2931 words

There's really only one way to get Louis out of a mood this terrible, and Harry is prepared to sacrifice his entire evening if necessary.

5) He Steps Out, The Crowds Lose Their Minds For Him | Mature | 3022 words

The exact moment Harry feels his resolve break is when he pads into the bathroom one evening, yawning and scratching his arm to see Louis standing in front of the mirror, eyes downcast as he spreads one of his hands out on the slight bump of his tummy, rubbing over the jumper he’s wearing. Which, Harry is pretty sure, belongs to him.

It comes out accidentally. Accidentally, as in he didn't want it to come out yet, but it did. “I want a baby.”

6) Reckless | Explicit | 3028 words

Harry thinks it's criminal, the way Louis looks in his suit, sharp and expensive.

The feeling's mutual, judging by the way that (at his mother's wedding, no less) Louis leans in and says, "I bet you can fuck me without ruining that suit."

Harry does his best.

7) Handprints And Good Grips | Explicit | 3330 words

Harry wants to pull them down and suck him off. Harry wants to never take them off and eat him out over the lace. Harry wants to push them aside and fuck the imprint right into Louis’ body.

8) Painless With Immense Distance | Explicit | 3793 words

“You know when we talked about kinks and stuff awhile back and you said you wanted to try something?” Harry continues with a devious grin. Louis’s a bit lost and he tries to think about exactly what Harry is thinking about which honestly could be a handful of things.

“Prostate massage?” Harry asks like it’s as common as the sky is blue.

9) All In My Mind | Teen & Up | 4305 words

Louis and Harry find out they're expecting, and tell the boys. kind of.

10) With All My Surrendered Hearts | Mature | 4810 words

Louis beams, no, he fucking glows at that. He’s always been gone for this boy, ever since they met at ages fifteen and seventeen, back when they both worked at the Doncaster golf club, with grass-stained knees and evenings spent pushing each other into the ponds. It’s always been one of their quirks to add a bit of poetry. ("Because sometimes I feel like those three words aren't enough," Harry had explained.) Louis feels like he’s holding a flame inside of his ribcage.

Or, the one where they're long distance boyfriends, and Louis rides Harry while wearing his snapback.

11) Folded Up All Pretty (Fit Into You) | Explicit | 5655 words

“Missed me?” Harry laughs into his mouth, and it ought to be awkward with the way Louis’ tongue pushes at his teeth and the stretched out corners of his mouth, but really, it isn’t.

12) Heart Beats Slow (I Wish You) | Explicit | 6011 words

“These,” Louis pauses with a half-eaten toast in his hand and a stale bite of buttery bread still in his mouth, he feels like choking on it, “are girl’s pants. Why would I look good in girl’s pants? Do you not like my current choice in underwear or what?”

Or, the one where Louis loves panties and Harry loves Louis.

13) Want It All The Time, Need It Every Day | Explicit | 6306 words

Louis visits LA a week before the boys head to Australia for On The Road Again.

He and Harry have some catching up to do.

14) That Ugly Ass Yellow Shirt | Explicit | 7502 words | Sequel 1 | Sequel 2 | Sequel 3

"This," says Louis, holding up a shirt from the box, "is the ugliest fucking shirt I've ever seen."

15) Casting Lines | Explicit | 7554 words | Sequel

Amidst the noise - the dog whining, Jamie's shrieking, Evie's giggles and bird noises, and Daniel asking loudly, again, about ice-skating - Louis leans in to press a kiss to Harry's smiling mouth. "Hi."

Harry doesn't loosen his grip on Evie's ankles where they hang over his shoulders, but he kisses Louis back and murmurs a quiet, "Hey, love."

16) Cease the Day | Explicit | 8195 words

In which 1D Day takes on a whole new meaning.

Instead of a seven hour livestream, the One Direction team deem it more profitable to offer an entire day spent with any one member of the band for the highest bidder. What happens when the same buyer wins both Louis and Harry for a day?

17) Forever, Uninterrupted | Explicit | 8578 words

Harry finds a mysterious picture in Louis' bag one night and drives himself crazy over it. It's definitely not what he thinks.

18) Spice Up Your Life | Explicit | 9501 words

After a conversation with his Uni friends, Harry worries that his relationship with Louis has lost it's spark.

19) Anything Goes | Explicit | 10275 words

Harry probably shouldn't be amused that Louis has a death grip on his hand and is dragging away from an event that, you know, they should be at. And he still probably shouldn't have that god awful smirk plastered to his face when Louis shoves him into the bathroom and steps in before locking the door.

20) You Are My Favorite Place | Explicit | 10347 words

It had gutted Harry when he saw the headlines splashed across the gossip rags, the ones proclaiming the house he planned to make their home in LA was a bachelor pad. With both of them doing more producing and writing, Harry knew that they would need a place here so they wouldn't have to travel so much. As soon as he'd seen it and how remote it was, he knew it would be perfect.

It was so much more than some stupid bachelor pad.

Shaking his head, Harry glanced over at Louis. He was smiling, the one that Harry loved the most. His eyes were crinkled and his mouth was stretched wide; he looked so pleased that Harry had to lean over and kiss his temple. “So what do you think?” he asked, pressing the words against Louis's cheekbone. He pulled away to usher him into the house and they dropped their bags in the expansive entryway.

Harry had changed a bit of the decorating since the last time Louis had been there, making it more like the house the two of them shared in London. This one was more open, with more windows and more space for them to be themselves. No interruptions, no looking over their shoulders, just the two of them to break in all the new furniture.

He couldn't wait.

21) Can’t Blame Gravity | Explicit | 11931 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

They have a tradition on their birthdays.

22) We Should Get Jerseys | Mature | 12147 words

Harry is a hockey player, and Louis is his slightly melodramatic boyfriend.

23) Let’s Take the World By Storm | Explicit | 14656 words

Harry lifts his head off Louis' chest to look at Louis' face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

“I don’t know, but our sex life feels a bit boring, ‘sall,” Louis says, completely avoiding eye contact.

“Boring.” Harry says flatly. He doesn’t say anything more, and Louis looks up to see that Harry seems to be mulling it over.

“Yeah, boring," Louis says, and keeps talking before Harry can pipe up. “I mean, think about it. We’ve been dating since X Factor, and now things are starting to drag a bit. We don’t even have the time for handjobs anymore, much less actual sex.”

24) Dreams Can’t Take The Place Of Loving You | Explicit | 15496 words

In which Liam is the go-to ring guy, Niall's relentless, Zayn is family, and Harry and Louis are disgusting.

25) I Would Follow You (To the Moon and Back) | Explicit | 20355 words

Everyone has baggage, some people sleepwalk, some have obsessive exes, and others turn into anthropomorphic wolf-like monsters that destroy furniture and run rampant in the forest. Perfectly normal.

Or the one where Harry and Louis have been dating for six months, Harry is a werewolf, and it's a full moon. This time they're going to get it right.

26) All The Diamonds You Have Here | Not Rated | 21603 words

It hits Louis now, how fucking close to the precipice they’re standing. Or, an au feat. investment banking and children.

27) Love Like Wildfire | Explicit | 21744 words

Louis was an Omega and a Prefect. Harry was an Alpha and a little rascal. They were mates, drawn to each other since they first met in the Hogwarts Express. They worked well like that, or at least they tried, which only made their relationship way more interesting.

28) Sort Your Head And Facedown | Explicit | 26426 words

Harry gets sent to an alternate universe where most everything is the same and most everything has changed.

29) What This World Is About | Explicit | 34472 words

An eighties American high school AU; there are first times, football games, and feelings.

Alternatively titled: the beginning.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[awhilesince]

Tuesday, June 3 1823

7 25/60

11 1/2

25 minutes in the stable –

down to breakfast, after reading from page 190. to 195. volume 1 Anacharsis (French) at 9 35/60 – a chapter or 2 in Clio after breakfast, and at 11 took George in the gig and drove the black mare to Lightcliffe – very glad I went – sat an hour with Mrs William Priestley her friend Miss Grisdale in bed with a little cold – Mrs William Priestley very low about Mr Edward P– [Priestley] we talked the matter over – this seemed to relieve her – I bade her not restrain her feelings, but let tears have their way – promised to call again soon – Mr William Priestley met his brother at the White lion on Saturday morning – got him away to Kebroyde, on the plea of his mother’s being unwell, – had Dr. Paley in the chaise with them and he bled Mr Edward Priestley profusely (opened the temporal artery) immediately – still the poor fellow was so violent that night, he required seven strong men to hold him – the artery burst open in the night and bled again profusely – today’s account not arrived Mr William Priestley not returned; but yesterday and Sunday rather quieter –Mrs P– [Priestley], the mother, bears it quite as well or better than could be expected – On Thursday and Friday his friends had thought him labouring under the effects of intoxication – They thought so at Crownest on Friday Evening after he had been here, and were exceedingly distressed – he returned to Huddersfield that night – He had really agreed with Mr Briggs to give £10,500 for Horley Green – 75 dayswork of land – the late Mr Walker left his daughters between 6 and 7 hundreds a year each – or call it about 6 hundreds – Miss Grisdale has only one hundred a year makes it do by living on her friends that Mr William Priestley will not send her off it is a sort of charity to keep her and she stands on no ceremony with her –

the black mare went very well – drove her back in 25 minutes and got home at 12 50/60 –

Came upstairs at 1 30/60 having staid down talking to my uncle and aunt – scaled my teeth a little wrote all the above of today – and from 2 50/60 to 5 50/60 read from chapter 7. to 15. librum i. Herodotus and Larcher’s translation and notes –

After dinner my aunt and I 20 minutes in the bottom chamber watching the plasterer and Charles Howarth – lathering etc for underdrawing –

a few minutes in the stable walked to Northgate – got there a minute or 2 before 8 – staid 25 minutes to inquire after Marian who was poorly on Sunday not at church – indigestion – perhaps a slight degree of liver obstruction – my father walked back with along the new road past Benjamin’s – kept me standing a long while – did not get home till 9 1/4 –

Very showery morning – rain from 9 to 10 1/2 – rained as I returned from Lightcliffe – rained while I was there – Finish in the afternoon and fine Evening – Barometer 4 1/4 degrees below changeable Fahrenheit 63 1/2° at 9 1/4 p.m. –

Came upstairs at 10 50/60 – wrote the last 6 lines – [E three dots O no dots, marking discharge from venereal complaint] –

Talked seriously to my aunt tonight about our taking some little Excursions – to Cragg etc about home – then to Wakefield and Doncaster – came upstairs at 10 50/60 –

left margin: sent George to inquire after the Saltmarshes this afternoon – all well –

reference number: SH:7/ML/E/7/0019

[kate842]

Kisses from us to you, for a good start of #friday P.S. Eva is OK, she had a fall few days ago, and she insists on wearing a plaster, even though she doesn't need it any more. 😅🙈🩹 #parenting #waysofparenting #love #dziendobry #goodmorning #mumanddaughter #bloggingmum #bloggerstyle #mumblogger #parentingblogger #mamaicorka #family #lifestyle (at Doncaster) https://www.instagram.com/p/CN_9cXBrysv/?igshid=ppruy9d3rcqo

[missandrogyny]

for @cherrystreet , who asked for this and honestly loves me and my call and delete au more than we deserve

—

He’s driving to work on a normal, Friday morning when he hears it.

See, Louis doesn’t usually listen to the radio—it’s unnecessary, since he’s got Spotify on his phone, an aux cord in his car, and all the songs he likes segmented into a bunch of playlists he can pick and choose from, depending on his mood. Besides, it’s got ads, which is incredibly annoying, and a person prattling on and on about God-knows-what, which is even more annoying.

But he’d stayed up really late last night, marking papers and binge-watching Game of Thrones late, and well. No matter how much Louis tries to deny it, he’s no longer nineteen, and by extension, no longer capable of running on two hours of sleep.

Which is why he does two things he normally doesn’t do.

First, he stops by a Costa and buys himself a coffee. Fucking disgusting, that shit, but sadly, necessary.

And second, he turns on the radio.

He regrets it the instant he does—as expected, there’s a twat already on the radio, waffling on and on about things Louis couldn’t care less about. He’s got a really annoying voice, this one, and Louis thinks that’s probably why he’d been put on morning radio; he seems like he’s capable of waking up even zombies by talking about Cheryl Cole’s hair or Rita Ora’s new bikini.

God. What did Louis just do to himself.

Still, he leaves it on, half-listening, half-focusing on getting to the school. The sooner he gets there, the sooner he’ll get to the teacher’s lounge, where he can nap until it’s time for his first class.

He’s just about managed to pull into the school parking lot—five minutes to seven, he notes happily—when the DJ says something that catches his attention.

“… Cute Lou from the loo!” The twat with the really annoying voice is saying, sounding incredibly smug about the whole thing. Louis tries his best to suppress a laugh, rolling his eyes. It’s a horrible pun, but, to be fair, it’s also quite creative. Louis has to give the DJ points for that.

“What am I gonna say?” From the radio, someone else speaks up, his voice much deeper than the DJ’s. He speaks slowly, like he’s mulling over everything he’s saying. He sounds familiar too—there’s something about his voice that kicks up a strange sense of d��ja-vu.

It’s also really obvious, judging by the question, that this man is playing call or delete. That’s always a load of fun to listen to.

“She’s cute right?” The annoying-voiced DJ asks, still sounding incredibly smug. It takes a moment for Louis to place the voice as Nick Grimshaw’s, which means this must be the Breakfast Show or something. Makes sense, since it’s so early in the fucking morning. “Do like, a romantic declaration over the phone. And ask her out for dinner.”

Louis has no idea what compels him to turn the radio up. “A romantic declaration?” The other, nicer-voiced man replies. Now that he’s hearing it again, he’s pretty sure he’s heard this man’s voice before, but from where, he isn’t sure. Most possibly from a film or something, because this is call or delete and the only people who play call or delete are film stars or musicians, but also there’s something about this man’s voice, something that makes him feel like they’ve spoken before, or at least exchanged a few words.

Grimshaw laughs. “Yeah,” he says. “It’ll be fun! I’m dying to know who this Cute Lou from the loo is, anyway. You never tell me anything, young Harold.”

Harold. The name jogs something in his memory. Louis’ pretty sure he doesn’t know anyone named Harold—it’s an old-person name, and the list of old people Louis knows is decidedly short. It’s even shorter when Louis adds the factor of the person being somewhat famous; Louis doesn’t think he’s ever spoken to an old, famous person who went by the name Harold.

But then the Grimshaw did call him young Harold. So, either that was sarcasm or…he’s not that old.

He’s so focused on trying to figure out where the fuck he’s ever met a young Harold that he stops paying attention to the radio, doesn’t hear when the person decides to get on with the dumb call or delete game. He does, however, hear when his phone rings shrilly, and it startles him, making him jump up on his seat and bang his knee on the underside of the dashboard.

“Fuck,” he mutters, annoyed at his own reaction. This is why he doesn’t drink coffee, it makes him all jittery and jumpy.

But whatever. Louis grunts, using one hand to rub at his knee and the other to answer the phone, not bothering to look at the caller ID. “Hello?”

He’s met with a dead silence. Louis frowns, confused.

“Hello?” He tries again, slower this time. The person on the other line still doesn’t speak, but Louis can hear someone breathing. It’s kind of creepy, if Louis’ being honest.

Or maybe what’s creepy is the way someone one the radio is saying hello, muffled, like they’re speaking over a phone line, just a split-second after Louis.

Louis narrows his eyes at his radio. Either he’s being haunted by a ghost that’s possessed both his phone and his radio, or this is a prank call.

“Hel-lo?” He says again, this time, making himself sound as annoyed as possible. If this is a prank call, Louis has to admit it’s a really well-executed one.

“Hi,” the person on the other line finally replies, and Louis is surprised by how low and deep the voice is. He’s even more surprised when young Harold on the radio says Hi too, just a split second after.

Louis pauses, an idea forming slowly in his mind. He looks at the radio suspiciously. “Hello,” he tests, and hears the muffled, phone voice on the radio a say the same thing split-second after.

“Hi,” the man on the other line says, and, as expected, young Harold on the radio says the same thing.

Holy shit. “Hello,” Louis tests again, and the muffled phone voice on the radio repeats what he just said.

“Um, hi,” the man replies, followed by young Harold saying the exact same thing.

It’s official. Louis is going completely, batshit insane. He’s never drinking coffee again. “Mate, are you having me on?” He demands, a bit shrilly. On the radio, he hears the muffled voice say the same thing, which only confirms his suspicions. He glares at it, before shutting it off completely. “Who is this?”

How do you have my number, he thinks, but he doesn’t ask—one question at a time. He’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact that a famous, young person named Harold has his number and landed on it while playing call or delete on the radio at arse-o’-clock in the fucking morning.

“Hi.” Young, famous Harold who Louis is apparently talking to on the phone, stammers. “Sorry. I mean, hi. Um, sorry again, uh, for saying hi, but, hi. Hello. I’m Harry.“

So he’s not Harold, he’s Harry. That certainly widens his prospects. By a bit too much though, because Harry is an extremely common English name and Louis lives in fucking England. He can’t even begin to count the number of Harrys he’s met in his life.

“Harry?” He asks. “Harry who?”

There’s a pause. “Just, uh, Harry,” Harry says cryptically. “We met in the loo.”

Makes sense, because somehow, he’s supposed to be Cute Lou from the loo, but. Has he even met a Harry in the loo? Louis racks his brain, thinking it over. Maybe he met a Harry in the club he and Stan went to a few weeks back? He can’t really remember; his memory of that night is extremely fuzzy, drenched in tequila and regret. Maybe one of his kids’ parents’ name is Harry, and they met in the loo during a PTA meeting. But no, Louis doesn’t remember a Harry at a PTA meeting, much less giving his number out to a parent.

He’s just about to give up and say, sorry mate, wrong number, when a weird idea occurs to him, all the pieces of the puzzle falling into place.

And. Fuck.

This is—this is Harry Styles, one-fourth of England’s most beloved, most popular boyband. Harry Styles with the curly hair and the green eyes and the dimples, who can charm anyone in seconds; Harry Styles, whose face is plastered on the billboard across from Louis’ house and behind the door of Lottie’s bedroom in Doncaster. The same Harry Styles, Louis notes, feeling slightly faint, he met when he tried out for the X-Factor back in 2010, the one who had been so nervous that he’d accidentally weed on Louis’ trousers.

He remembers it vividly now, remembers teasing him over the weeing accident. Remembers giving the cute boy a hug, and creepily smelling him. Remembers asking for an autograph and a photo, then giving the boy his number before leaving in what he’d thought was a mysterious and alluring flirting tactic at the time. God, he was such an embarrassing little shit. There’s a reason why he’d repressed all of his memories from before he turned twenty.

Louis winces. “Curly Harry? As in Curly Harry Styles?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s me.” The relief in Harry’s voice is palpable even through the phone. Now that Louis knows it’s him, he can appreciate his voice more—it’s much lower than Louis remembers it to me, but it’s still just as slow and raspy. “Yeah, Harry Styles, hi. That’s me.”

And Louis, because apparently, his brain never grew out of his being-embarrassing-when-talking-to-a-cute-boy phase, blurts out, “You’re the one who pissed on my trousers five years ago!”

It’s official. In order to save the world from secondhand embarrassment, Louis must die. Jesus, he knew Harry was on the radio, why the fuck did he even say that?

“Um, yeah,” Harry replies hesitantly. God, he probably hates Louis. “I’m sorry about that, again, by the way. I don’t really—I don’t actually remember what happened at that moment, I just—”

Louis wants to stop talking about this right now. “No worries,” he interrupts, as casual as he can. “It was a great way to leave an impression. So, what’s up, why’re you calling?”

There. He did that quite well. There’s hope for him yet.

There’s a silence on the other line, like Harry doesn’t know what to say. If Louis were him, he’d just hang up. Fuck this whole dumb game.

But Harry is evidently not like Louis because he pushes on. “Are you still cute?” He says, quicker than Louis has ever heard him speak, his words mashing together.

And it dawns on Louis that maybe, just maybe, Harry is finding this just as mortifying as Louis is. That he, too, doesn’t know how to act, talking on the phone to a boy he’d weed on years ago, when he was a bright-eyed sixteen-year-old just on his way to making it big.

There’s a strange sort of solidarity in this, in the way both of them are unsure how to navigate the waters of a long-delayed conversation, in the way their first proper exchange is being broadcasted to a whole bunch of people listening. And really, Harry is the famous one here, which means that Harry is the one everyone is listening for, Harry is the one who’s got a million eyes on him. Harry is the one who’s going to live with the embarrassment if Louis chooses to continue embarrassing him, because tabloids and fans and social media never forget.

When put like that, how could Louis not try to make it easier for him?

He snorts. “Uh, yeah,” he says, trying to sound completely at ease. He hopes it works—hopes that his easy cooperation will help relax Harry, even just a little bit. “I think I’m still pretty cute. I’m never not cute.”

“Not ‘handsome’ then?” Harry’s reply comes, and there’s a slight shift in the tone of his voice, one that has him sounding a bit more confident. Louis bites his lip in anticipation. “Or ‘rugged’ or ‘manly’?”

“No, I am,” Louis answers immediately. “Cute and handsome and rugged and manly. I’m all of those things and so much more. Keep up, Harold, you should’ve already known this.”

It’s a bit conceited. Louis doesn’t really care.

“Sorry,” Harry replies, and he might be smiling. Louis isn’t sure. “It’s not as if I’ve seen you in five years, or anything, Louis.”

“Whose fault is that?” Louis shoots back easily, doing his best to sound mildly displeased. There’s an opening here, one that Louis hopes Harry takes, so he can get this call or delete game over and done with.

And Harry doesn’t disappoint. “Mine,” he says confidently. “Let’s fix that, though. Go out with me.”

Louis lets himself have a dramatic pause. “What? What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, Lewis,” and Louis lets out an involuntary noise at the mispronunciation of his name. Harry giggles a bit though, which is good. It means he’s relaxed enough to laugh. “That I like you a lot and I think you’re really cute and handsome and rugged and manly and I’d sort of like to hold your hand and take you out to dinner sometime.”

Well. It’s very forward. Louis definitely wasn’t expecting him to be that forward. “Mate, I don’t know,” he says. “It’s been a while. What if I’m a taken man?”

“Then you’ll break my heart,” Harry answers, and this back and forth is easy, much easier than Louis was expecting. This is call or delete game is actually quite fun.

Or maybe it’s just Harry. Maybe talking to Harry is just a lot of fun.

“But I hope you’re not,” Harry adds, almost way too sincerely.

Honestly, Louis hasn’t been on a date in about a year. The last bloke he’d went out with broke things off when they were getting a bit serious, claimed he couldn’t do any of that commitment thing. And Louis is definitely curious to see Harry Styles in person, to see if all the photos live up to what he looks like now.

But then again, this is a game. A prank. Louis doesn’t want to say yes, because then Harry might feel bad for pranking Louis and feel obligated to take him out.

“But I don’t know you that well,” Louis finds himself saying, the words flowing out of him easily. “So for me to give you a chance, you’re going to have to sell it. Come on then, what’s your edge over the other guys vying for my attention?”

If Harry is surprised by that turn of events, he doesn’t make it known. “Well, I’m still curly,” he says, without missing a beat. “You liked my curls, didn’t you?”

His curls were a complete mess when they met. It looked like his hair had grown a boy, and not the other way around. Louis thinks it’s best not to say that, though. “I did,” he says. “But I can find other guys with curls easily. What else?”

“I’m funny,” Harry declares, after a moment’s pause. “Knock-knock.”

Of course. “Who’s there?” Louis asks. He catches himself grinning like an idiot in the rearview mirror, and he scowls at his reflection, pinches his own cheek to stop himself from smiling.

It’s just a dumb knock-knock joke. He really needs to get it together.

“A cow goes,” Harry answers.

Louis rolls his eyes. “A cow goes who?”

“No, a cow goes moo.”

“You know what,” he says, trying to sound uninterested. “You remind me of my little sisters. They’re twelve.”

“They must be hilarious then,” Harry replies, the exact same time his phone lets out a series of vibrations against his cheek. He pulls it away from his face, puts Harry on speakerphone.

“A lot more hilarious than you,” he shoots back, as he navigates to his messages. There, at the top, Lottie has sent him a bunch of texts, ranging from how the fuck does bloody HARRY STYLES have your number to HE’S FUCKING FLIRTING WITH YOU????? ON THE RADIO???????  WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS MY LIFE

Teenage girls are so dramatic.

Harry, oblivious to what he’s doing, giggles cutely. Louis finds himself laughing too, at Lottie’s incredibly dramatic texts and this entire, surreal morning.

“Okay, fine,” Harry says, once they’ve both stopped laughing. “I’m really romantic.”

This should be good. Louis takes Harry off speakerphone, tries to stop himself from grinning too much. “That little declaration earlier was the farthest thing from romantic, Harry.”

“No, but look, I can try again,” Harry says, sounding determined.  "Roses are red, violets are blue—”

”—oh my god—”

“—I think you’re hot, go out with me, Lou?”

“That was terrible,” Louis says, trying to stop himself from laughing. Even over the phone, Harry Styles is ridiculously endearing, and a whole lot charming. Louis can kind of see why he’s got the entire world falling over themselves for him. “I give it a three out of ten.”

“Shut up,” Harry says, but he’s laughing as he says it “So, what do you say, then? Dinner?”

Louis sighs dramatically. “I’m not easy to please, Styles,” he says. “I demand a lot of attention and cuddles.”

“Okay, yeah.”

An idea forms in Louis’ head. “I also like long walks on the beach, horseback riding, sleeping in front of the fire, having my photo taken by paparazzi everywhere, having Taylor Swift write songs about me—”

“Wait, what?” Harry interrupts, but Louis ignores him.

“—Free concert tickets, being able to attend A-list events, meeting Beyoncé and Jay-Z, drunkenly talking to Tom Hanks, baking Stevie Nicks a cake,“ Louis takes a deep breath. “I just don’t know how you’ll be able to provide all that for me,” he finishes, a bit sarcastically.

There’s a moment of silence where he thinks he’s miscalculated, thinks that he’s accidentally offended Harry, and he’s just opened his mouth to apologize profusely when Harry—

Harry laughs.

It’s loud and full-bodied, like it’s coming from somewhere deep inside him, and it sounds relieved and happy that Louis finds himself giggling too, finds himself laughing along with Harry Styles over the phone, like it’s just the two of them. Like it’s just him and Harry and a phone line, like there aren’t well over a million people listening to every word they’re saying.

“I don’t know if I can,” Harry replies.

“Hm.” Louis hums. “You’re right. You’re just curly and you have ridiculously bad jokes and you have no romantic bone in your body.” He pretends to think about it. “Maybe I’ll get a popstar boyfriend instead. You know that bloke, yeah, Zayn Malik? From that boyband, One Erection was it? He’s really fit. Cheekbones and smouldering eyes and all that. Maybe he’ll be able to take care of my needs.”

“You know, then.” Harry states, and the happiness in his voice is audible over the phone.

Louis rolls his eyes, grinning all the while. “Harold,” he says. “I have five little sisters.  And I’m not dumb or blind, your face is everywhere. Here in London, at least.”

“You’re in London?” Harry asks, excitement in his voice.

“Yeah, moved two years ago.”

There’s another silence, where Harry seems to be digesting this information. Then, “So, how about dinner, then?”

He probably remembered he was meant to be playing a prank. Louis decides to just end the entire thing. “Um, you don’t have to continue, Harry,” he says. “I do know you’re playing call or delete with Nick Grimshaw.”

“You do?”

“I mean, yeah,” Louis replies, biting his lip. “Aside from the fact that I was listening before you called—Cute Lou from the loo, by the way, ha—” that nickname is really fucking ridiculous, “—my sister texted me, asking how bloody Harry Styles has my number.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her that we met when we engaged in a rather fun game of watersports,” Louis says, the same time his phone vibrates against his cheek again. He pulls it away from his ear, sees that he received a string of random capital letters from Lottie, and decides to ignore it.

“You did not,” Harry says, when Louis puts his phone back to his ear. He’s laughing as he speaks.

“I did,” Louis insist, his grin threatening to grow wider. He should really tone it down a notch; his cheeks are beginning to hurt.

Still, he can’t help but tease Harry a little bit. “And it’s true, anyway. I have proof. I’ve still got those trousers somewhere, I could still say they’ve been splashed with Harry Styles pee and auction them off. Your fans would love them, I’m sure.”

Those pants have since been washed and stored in a box somewhere in his mum’s house in Doncaster. Or maybe given away to charity. He’s not really sure.

“Oh, God,” Harry says. “Please don’t.”

Louis tries not to laugh. “But how much money would I earn?”

“Louis,” Harry says helplessly.

“Harry,” Louis replies back.

“Lewis.”

“Harold.”

“Grimmy,” Grimshaw speaks, and Louis feels his little Harry Styles bubble pop. He’s suddenly acutely aware that he’s sitting in his car in the school parking lot, grinning like a loon and wasting gas. “I’m sorry, I had to interrupt, despite how entertaining your flirting is, I’m afraid we really don’t have enough time. We’ve still got to play a couple of songs, and answer a few more fan questions.”

“Okay,” Louis says, and he can’t help but feel a tiny sliver of sadness in his chest. It’s dumb, he knows—he hasn’t spoken to Harry in five years, but. Somehow it still feels like Louis would miss him, when they eventually hang up.

God. He’s so pathetic. Louis slaps himself in the face quietly before turning off his car’s engine. He needs to get it together. He’s still got a full day’s worth of classes to teach.

“Bye Harry,” he adds, making his inflection as happy as he can. He doesn’t want to weird Harry out by being too clingy, after all. “I’ll talk to you soon. Have fun at the rest of the radio show, and good luck with whatever.”

He waits for Harry to say “Bye Louis,” before he hangs up, pushing his phone into his trouser pocket. He grabs his bag, locks his car, and brisk walks all the way to the teacher’s lounge.

He finds Luke, the English teacher, already in the lounge, a cup of tea in his hand. He raises an eyebrow when he sees Louis. “You alright, mate? You look a bit wired.”

Louis waves a hand as casually as he can. “`s nothing,” he says, as he makes his way to the small kitchenette for tea. His hands are shaking as he takes down a mug from the cupboard, and he has to take a few deep breath to calm himself. He hopes Luke doesn’t notice. “Just a weird morning.”

“Oh?” Luke asks. “Wanna talk about it?”

Louis drops the teabag into the cup, pours the hot water already in the kettle. “Got pranked, that’s all,” he says breezily. He picks up the mug, savouring the warmth of it between his hands, takes a sip. The taste of it immediately calms him down. “Nothing too nasty though. Was a good laugh.”

Luke opens his mouth to say something, but Louis beats him to it. “`m gonna head to my classroom. Wanna do some marking before the kids come trickling in. Gonna be a long day, for sure.” He waves at Luke, doesn’t wait for him to respond before he’s slipping out of the teacher’s lounge, making his way to his classroom.

He leans against his desk, using one hand to pull his phone from his pocket. He ignores Lottie’s numerous texts, navigating all the way to his call history and tapping on the first number there.

It takes him a few minutes, and a few false starts, but eventually, he manages to compose a text that he deems decent enough. finally have your number! after five years, wow. nice talk to you today. you’re a long way from the sixteen year old i met in the loo, eh?

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and presses send before he can think about it too much. After, he buries his phone in the deep recesses of his bag, and proceeds to ignore it for the rest of the day.

He’s got things to do.

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Pairing: Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles  

             Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

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                                                                                  As It Seems

Hollywire Hot Minute: Czy wszyscy członkowie 1D są zajęci?

Łamiąc na całym świecie serca fanów, 1DHQ w końcu potwierdziło plotki, że podczas przerwy w ich trasie, alfy 1D założyły pierścionek ich omedze!

"Zespół szczęśliwie informuje o zaręczynach czwórki z ich członków. Liam, Harry i Zayn poprosili Nialla aby ich poślubił, i jak podekscytowany tweet Harry`ego ujawnił, 'Powiedział tak!' Louis i wkrótce-będąca-rodzina członków są zachwyceni wiadomościami.

Zespół wrócił do pracy aranżując resztę ich zapchanej trasy i tworzenia nowego albumu, który ma się pojawić na jesień. Wygląda jakby teraz dodali planowanie wesela do listy!

Również są plotki, iż poza sceną randek - na teraz co najmniej- jest ich jedyna beta. Podczas gdy członkowie zespołu zaręczyli się, Louis był kilkukrotnie widziany z modelem Jackiem Jaciakiem, który został wybrany jako jeden z aniołków Victoria’s Secret’s . Czy beta w końcu ustatkuje się po  związkach z: Little Mix, Perrie Edwards, romansie z Taylor Swift i po fatalnym miłosnym trójkącie z Justinem Biberem i Seleną Gomez? Podczas gdy jego koledzy ustatkowali się, może on też!

- Poza sceną randek, huh? - Ed dołączył do Louis na obrzeżach wypchanego gwiazdami przyjęcia zaręczynowego. Patrzyli jak alfy i ich omega przyjmują gratulacje, absolutnie świecąc.

- Zdrowie. - Louis odwrócił się plecami do szczęśliwej sceny, wznosz��c toast do bety, nim wziął długie pociągnięcie papierosa. Oparł się o kamienną barierkę słabo oświetlonego balkonu i wydmuchał dym w noc. - Co z tobą?

- Znasz mnie.

Louis spojrzał zabawnie. - Całkiem biblijnie jako fakt.

- Betas just want to have fu-un . - Ed pozwolił sobie przeciągnąć kiedy śpiewał. Odrywając ich wzrok, Ed westchnął. - Nadchodzi.

- Ten tyłek. Ten tyłek marnuje się jak beta. On potrzebuje alfy i knota w środku. - Dwie ręce złapały Louisa od tyłu.

Piosenkarz odepchnął alfę. - Odwal się, Grimshaw.

Przyjaciel Harry`ego zaśmiał się i zapalił papierosa. - Myślałem że masz coś do alf. Albo, nie, omeg. Albo to tylko modele? Piosenkarze? Aktorzy? Była tym wszystkim w tym samym czasie, prawda?

Louis przewrócił oczami. - Nie wierz we wszystko co słyszysz, Grimmy.

- Słyszałem, że ten duży, zły Biebs przychodzi dziś wieczorem.

- Zapytaj Megan..

- Ta słodka menadżerka, beta?

- Ona by wiedziała o jego RSVP. Poza tym, on jest przyjacielem Nialla i Zayna. Dlaczego miałby się nie pojawić?

- Czy panna Gomez została zaproszona?

- Została.

- Co się stało między tobą i Seleną, Louis? Czy mogę cię nazywać LouLou, jak ona? Czy to było ustawione pod publikę? Myślę, że było. Dalej Lou, wezmę tą odpowiedź nawet poza nagraniem. - Węszył Nick.

- To co się stało pomiędzy nami, to nasza sprawa.

- Myślałem że bycie pretensjonalną kurwą było twoim biznesem.

- Ostrożnie, Tommo. Nie obchodzi mnie czy jesteś betą, wezmę cię przez kolano. Będę się rozkoszować bijąc taki tyłek. - Sięgnął po niego znowu.

- Bitch, please . - Louis odskoczył ponownie. - Jakbyś mógł sobie ze mną poradzić.

Z tym wyzwaniem, oczy alfy zaświeciły się ciemnością. Złapał chłopca z Doncaster za klapy marynarki, warcząc na Eda nim rudowłosy mógł interweniować. - Trzymaj się z dala od tego beto. Chcesz to ponownie powiedzieć, Tomlinson?

Niezaniepokojony piosenkarz wziął ostatni haust papierosa i wydmuchał go w warczącą twarz Nicka. - Co się stało, Grimmy? Twój słuch alfy, zawodzi cię?

- Czy wszystko tam w porządku? - Maura, Alfa lider z trójki rodziców Nialla pojawiła się w drzwiach.

- Tak proszę pani. Wszystko w porządku, Grimmy tylko sprawdzał moją marynarkę. Tak, to Bruberry i ją gnieciesz. - Louis pacnął ręce alfy i wygładził materiał.

- Wspaniale. - Machnęła do niego. - Mój chłopiec szuka ciebie, kochanie.

- Jego życzenie jest moim rozkazem. - Louis zaoferował Alfie rękę: ona uśmiechnęła się do niego i pozwoliła mu się eskortować z powrotem do środka.

- Lou! Dzięki Da! Tata i Mama szukają ciebie. - Pocałował jej policzek, a ona zniknęła za jej małżonkiem alfą i ich omegą. - Kilku chłopaków chce mnie zabrać na drinki! - Niall wskazał swoich przyjaciół przy drzwiach - dwie bety z Mullingar, Louis pamiętał.

- Czy nie powinieneś mówić tego swoim alfom, Słoneczko?

Niall zaświecił się na to zdrobnienie. Jego alfy próbowały go tak nazywać, ale to brzmiało właściwie tylko do Louisa. Zlekceważył - jak zwykle to robił - że beta odsunął się od uczucia i pocałował jego policzek. - Dlatego cię potrzebuję.

- Oh nie. Nie, nie. Nie, nie, nie, nie, nie! - Louis wycofał się, ręce podniesione. Ale wtedy, Niall włączył swój urok omegi, mrugając swoimi dużymi niebieskimi oczami.

- Proszę, Lou? Chłopcy są szalenie ochronni od kiedy zaręczyliśmy się. To teraz, to najdalej jak byłem od nich, i chcę kilku godzin z moimi kolegami, tylko żeby gadać o bzdurach. - Sięgnął po kurtkę Louisa i podniósł dolny szew. Spojrzał przez rzęsy i wydął usta. - Będę bezpieczny, wiesz że będę. Oni są dobrymi chłopakami.

Była to para starych dobrych przyjaciół Nialla. Można było im ufać, prawda? Poza rozumem, te niebieskie oczy go pokonały. - Weź ze sobą Alberto, Niallu Horanie, i przyklej się do niego jak sperma na podłodze w łaźni.

- Dobra, ew. Daj mi dziesięciominutowe okienko gdy przyjęcie trochę się uspokoi, dobra? - Wyszczerzył się Niall. - Dzięki, Lou!

- Ten chłopak to problemy. - Powiedział zmysłowy głos, gdy Irlandczyk zniknął ponownie w tłumie.

Louis wyszczerzył się i odwrócił. - Cześć kochanie.

- Witaj, eks. - Selena przycisnęła dwa pocałunki, groźnie blisko jego ust.

- Teraz kiedy jest znak, jeśli jeden widziałem. - Odczesał jej włosy z blizny łączenia na jej ramieniu. - Gdzie jest twój alfa? Chciałbym małe ostrzeżeniem nim umrę.

- Nie zamierza cię zabić.

Z brwiami podniesionymi, Louis parsknął. - Powiedziałaś mu?

- On wiem

- Wie? - Zakwestionował porozumiewawczo.

- Czy musi? - Selena skrzyżowała ręce

- To by sprawiło, że moje życie byłoby łatwiejsze. - Obszedł ją do jednego z barów i zamówił kilka mocnych drinków.

- Próbujesz upić moją omegę? - Warknął kanadyjski alfa, nisko i groźnie.

- Witaj Justin. Nie, ten jest twój. Zdrowie. - Pchnął starannie whiskey w rękę piosenkarza i wzniósł toast szklanką, pijąc swoją jak shota. - Poza tym, nie musiałbym jej upijać, kolego. - Dlaczego Louis musiał mówić? To brzmiało jak wyzwanie i robienie sceny z Justinem Biberem było odwrotnym do tego co Louis chciał Zrobić (Zayn i Liam zaciągnęliby go i posiekali), i nie mógł zrujnować nocy Nialla. - Mam na myśli, nie muszę jej upijać. Jest zajęta. Dlaczego miałbym ją upijać? - Dodał szybko. - I w jaki sposób pijana Selena miałaby mi służyć? Nigdy bym nie wykorzystał pijanej omegi. - Odwrócił się i poklepał swoją szklanką o bar. - I białe wino dla pani. Albo nie, nie wiem. Nie jestem jej partnerem. - Wziął kolejny łyk. - Muszę iść.

- Tak, musisz. - Ostrzegł alfa. Szkoło pokruszyło się w jego pięści.

- Dobrze cię widzieć, Seleno. - Louis dał jej uścisk w rękę i Justinowi pełne szacunku skinienie nim uciekł w tłum . Podczas następnych kilku godzin, zmieniał pomiędzy wmieszaniem się w tłum jak mu powiedziano i paleniem na balkonie.

W końcu, Niall spojrzał na niego, a potem spojrzał na alfy.

- To znak? - Zaśmiał się Ed na brak subtelności omegi.

- Najwyraźniej. Próbowałem go nauczyć, Ed, próbowałem.

- Znajdź mnie po tym?

- Twój pokój jest gotowy i nadal mnie chcesz, huh?

- Lubię łatwiznę. - Drażnił się beta z delikatnym uśmiechem.

- Ah, czy to dlatego ty i Taylor nadal skaczecie wokół siebie?

- To niech cię nie martwi.

- Nie martwi w rzeczy samej, nie jestem wścibskim, małym kutasem. - Louis złapał swoje biodro i unikał powrotu Nicka. Stojąc przy drzwiach, Louis patrzył jak Niall wymyka się, w końcu pokazując jak dobrze został wyszkolony, podstępny złośliwiec. Czekając chwilę, szukał jednej z alf Nialla. - Z?- Wytłumaczył się z rozmowy w Urdu.

- Hej. - Zayn złapał jego rękę i wziął głęboki oddech z jego knykci. - Jak się mają? Malboro, prawda? Czy znowu palisz Davidoffs?

- Guma nie działa w takim razie? Tutaj, masz zapal. - Louis zaoferował mu połowę pustej paczki.

- Nie mogę. - Poklepał swój nikotynowy plaster pod rękawem. - Powiedziałem Niallowi, że rzucę i mam to na myśli.

- Ni i tak wychodzi. Wyszedł z Eohanem i Patrickiem.

- Czekaj, co? - Alert alfy natychmiast się podniósł. Wiedział, że coś było nie tak, czuł, że Niall idzie, ale myślał, że tylko do toalety! - Czy Liam wie?!

- Nie, ale Alberto poszedł z nim. Będzie w porządku.

Zayn przeskanował przyjęcie i narzekał odchodząc w stronę Alf z jego stada.

- To zdecydowanie znak dla ciebie. - Ed odciągnął Louisa.

- Tak myślę, tak. - Louis wskazał na ochroniarza Nialla i wyszedł za Basilem. - Alberto poszedł z Ni?

- Tak. - Beta skinął. Nie lubił odsyłać swoich ochroniarzy, ale zdecydował, że tak będzie najlepiej aby wysłać alfę z omegą. Alfa mógł wyczuć zapach Ni, lepiej niż on mógł.- Ed idziesz?

- Jeszcze nie. - Beta pojawił się, mrucząc do ucha Louisa.

Później tej nocy wstrętne i uparte buczenie obudziło Louisa z nieuchwytnego, wygodnego snu. Udało mu się zignorować je kilka pierwszych minut, nim poddał się. Opuszczając swoje ciepłe łóżko- i jego śpiącego przyjaciela w nim - z łatwością znalazł swój świecący telefon w kieszeni spodni.

- Co? - Poprawił swoje spodnie, szepcząc kiedy siadał.

- Louis? Louis Tomlinson?

- Tak, - Odpowiedział ostrożnie. Proszę, nie bądź fanką. Dopiero co dostał ten telefon!

- Cześć Tommo, tu Kane. Barmanka z Chinawhite.

Louis zakwestionował swoje życie i fakt że był po imieniu z barmankami. - Tak, tak, pamiętam.

- Mam tutaj twojego przyjaciela. Omega z twojego zespołu? Wypił o piwo za dużo. Nalegał żebym nie dzwoniła do jego alf, więc pomyślałam, że zdzwonię do ciebie, od kiedy mam twój numer.

Usiadł. - Jego ochroniarz jest tam? Gdzie są jego chłopcy?

- Nie, był tylko on.

- Na miłość boską, Niall. Zaraz ram będę.

- Jest w biurze. Jest trzykrotnie oznaczony, ale wiesz jak marne alfa mogą być kiedy są pijani.

- Tak. Masz coś przeciwko jeśli wejdę tylnymi drzwiami?

- Dam znać ochroniarzowi.

Kiedy Louis wyłączył telefon, zobaczył miliard nieodebranych połączeń od Alberto, Liama, Harry`ego Zayna, Basila i Paula. - Mam przewalone.

- O to chodziło. - Wymruczał Ed.

Oczy Louisa żarliwie skanowały ciepłe ciało w jego łóżku. - Tak, dla ciebie tak było. Muszę iść, Niall, kochanie. Wrócę. - Pocałował rudowłosą głowę na poduszce i ubrał jakieś ubrania.

Gnając przez Londyn, zaparkował za klubem nocnym nim wymienił znajomy uścisk dłoni z ochroniarzem. Idąc do biura, mruczał na niechlujnych pijanych na kanapie. - Ty małe gówno. Wymknąłeś się Alberto?

- Louis! Jestem zaręczony! - Słowa Nialla zlewały się w jego szczęśliwym pijaństwie, ale Louis już od dawna był biegły w irlandzkim pijaństwie. - Jestem zaręczony.

- Tak. Tak, jesteś. I, twoi narzeczeni są bardzo zmartwieni.

Niall zmienił się w okropny odcień zieleni. - Nie mogą mnie takiego zobaczyć, Lou! Nie będą chcieli mnie poślubić i będę musiał znaleźć nowe alfy. Nie chcę nowych alf, proszę nie mów im! Nie chcę ich stracić i ja- oh boże, co jeśli mnie znienawidzą? Co jeśli to cofną? - Zaczął skręcać swój pierścionek w nerwowej panice.

- Zrelaksuj się Słoneczko. Byliby głupi gdyby cię zostawili. - Teraz, chodźmy do domu..

- Nie! Liam będzie taki wściekły na mnie!

- Gdzie jest twój telefon?

Niall spojrzał przez oba ramiona, poklepał swoje kieszenie, okręcił się, a potem rozpromienił. - Zostawiłem z Alberto!

Louis ścisnął nasadę nosa. - Dobra. Musimy iść.

- Nie chcę iść do domu. Dostanę lanie, Lou. Nie chcę dostać lania. - Mówił chaotycznie Niall, podczas gdy Louis przekładał rękę omegi wokół siebie i ciągnął go do auta.

- Trzeba było o tym myśleć nim się wymknąłeś. - Louis męczył się z niezgrabnym ciałem Irlandczyka.

- Dlaczego mnie nie ostrzegłeś?

- Tak, po prostu wiń mnie. Twoje alfy również to zrobią.

- Proszę Louis, proszę nie bierz mnie do domu. - Niall nie chciał ani o krok ruszyć stóp.

- Dobra, dobra. Możesz iść do mnie. Możesz się przytrzymać na chwilkę? - Uśmiechając się promiennie, Niall złożył mokry pocałunek na policzku Louisa. - Tak, tak. Po prostu chodź. Wrócimy do mnie, rozwiążemy to. - Louis pchnął go na przednie siedzenie i obszedł auto na czas aby zobaczyć jak Niall składa się, wymiotując. - Cóż, będzie zabawa. - Louis otworzył okna i zaczął się dusić kiedy jechał.

Na następnym czerwonym świetle, wystawił głowę za okno i odetchnął, wysyłając szybką wiadomość do Liama: Mam Ni. Biorę go do mnie. Jest pijany, ale w jednym kawałku.

Niezaskoczony, podjechał pod dom, gdzie wściekłe alfy Nialla stały na podjeździe.

- Cóż, cholera.

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Choosing a rendering service can be a daunting experience. Rendering is an important tool used by architects today to help them create a complete view of their design so their clients can choose whether to proceed or not.

There are a number of ways to find the names of rendering services that can provide you with what you are looking for. The first is to speak to your colleagues and other companies in your industry to identify if they have ever used rendering services. Word of mouth is often the best way to identify with rendering services

Try and get a few companies that you feel you could potentially work with. Three should be the minimum number of rendering service providers you choose. Having a good number enables you to identify with each one, review and compare them and then choose that one final company to work with now and in the future.

With your selection in hand, you can now start reviewing each company in detail. Reviewing should include learning as much as you can about the company via their website. Identify how professional their website looks and whether they provide contact information, so you can speak to a real person if you want to.

When first making contact with the company, identify how professional they are and then when speaking to the designer who will assist you, get samples of previous work. Seeing samples helps you identify the industries and styles the company has worked with and their attention to detail and finished effect.

Ask them about their experience. It is important to choose a company with years of industry experience and a proven track record. Choosing a company who has been providing rendering services for years shows that they are successful in what they do.

The final step before you start making arrangements with the rendering Doncaster service is to ask them about past projects, see if there is a past client you can contact in person as a reference.

There are many professional rendering services providers that can greatly contribute to the beauty of your home. Geo Rendering Services PTY LTD is definitely one of them who is expert rendering Melbourne Company and offers an array of services including cement rendering, exterior painting, interior painting Doncaster, plastering, etc in Dandenong and all around Victoria. Do visit http://www.georenderingservices.com.au for more details.

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Go for External Plaster Mouldings to Enhance the Aesthetic Appeal of the Home

Everyone wants to make his home look fabulous, appealing and aesthetic and you should too leave no stones unturned to ensure it. There are many options you have as per your budget in which you can have the excellent appearance and ambiance. All you need to do is to hire a professional help and you will get it instantly. There are many builders and architects you can find on the Internet or your local business directory.

If you want to give the aesthetic and ancient appeal to the exterior of your home, you can go for external plaster mouldings and it will look excellent. All you need to do is to ask the builder and he will make it happen.

Also, you can make yourself comfortable by introducing garage and garage doors in Doncaster. There are many types of garage doors available and you can go for one as per your preferences and budget.

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Things You Need To Know When Plastering Melbourne your Property

Plastering dates back as being one of the oldest handicrafts within the construction industry sector but if it is done wrong it could leave the walls of your property in terrible condition. Plastering Melbourne can dramatically change the appearance of your walls. It will get rid of any dents or bumps that you have experienced whilst decorating in the past.

 If you have never done any plastering before it is advised that you enlist the help of a professional to undertake the plastering work that needs to be done. If you want to improve the appearance of your walls then it is advised that you take on the help of a plastering contractor. They will be able to do the job in a timely manner with minimal mess; they will also be equipped with all the tools needed to make sure the job is finished to the best it can be. These tools include:

                 Steel float

               Hawk

               String line

               Plasterers trowel

               Straight edge

               Spot (something to stand it on)

               Claw hammer

               Plumb level

               Buckets

               Splash brush

               Old saw

               Trimming knife

 There are many different types of plaster, the two main ones being gypsum based and cement based. Gypsum plaster is mainly for use indoors as damp will attack it and make it crumble. Cement based plaster however is primarily used for outdoors, with its general use being rendering. This type of plaster can also be used indoors for areas that are susceptible to damp and require a greater thickness of plaster to cover it.

 As with painting, plastering needs a base coat. This base/undercoat may need building up in 2 layers depending on the condition of the walls and the thickness of plaster needed to improve them. The second layer of plaster should be applied whilst the first layer is still slightly damp but firm.

 To achieve the best results from your plasterer Melbourne, you should add plaster and water in equal measurements this should be done in a clean bucket using clean water and should be mixed until the plaster is a creamy constituency.

 Plastering is something that is worth investing time and money into. It is however important that you use a professional contractor to carry out the work for you in order to achieve the best results.

If you are looking for a reliable company providing plastering and rendering Melbourne services in Victoria, do not forget to visit Geo Rendering Services PTY LTD that provides a wide range of rendering solutions to help you update your existing property within your time frame and budget. Do their visit http://www.georenderingservices.com.au/ for more details.