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ugh i'm really sorry i know there was an unexpected break for the last month or so 

but i haven't really written anything at all like february i wrote so much but nowadays i can't get myself into it as well as i used to

and there's ONE promps left in our inbox and i've tried starting it but i don't feel interested enough to fill them so idk i want to finish them so the prompters will be happy but i don't want to publish something that i think is only mediocre 

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Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing bad will happen, but it is nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. Help spread Anon love, not hate

thank you so much, this means a lot :)

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Maybe a hybrid Zarry? Because I've only seen hybrid stories where Harry is a cat!hybrid, but I would love to see a hybrid!Zayn and owner!Harry.

this prompt was kind of vague, so i just did what i wanted with it. enjoy!

It’s been nearly half a year since Zayn’s come into his life, and Harry’s can’t remember the last time he’s been so happy. He still has to go about his tedious daily life of work and class, but everything somehow becomes a lot bearable now that he knows that he gets to come home to Zayn, who’s beautiful and is full of sparkly-eyed smiles and happiness. Harry remembers the day he brought him home, when he was so much more timid than the other hybrids for sale who were all eagerly looking and talking to him, wanting to be bought. No, Zayn had been tucked into a corner, quietly doodling on the wall with a pencil stub.

But now everything is lovely, and Harry will never forget the time he’d went out to the fancy expensive art store he passes on his way to work everyday, and purchased some lavish supplies. He’ll always remember coming home, seeing the boy’s eyes light up as he presented to him the pencils and sketchpads in a hastily wrapped package, mumbling about how he’d never gotten a present before. Zayn has been so much more open since then, talking animatedly to Harry at the dinner table or when they’re watching TV, so much that Harry sometimes has to playfully elbow him in the side and tell him to be quiet.  

When Harry comes home, he sees a half eaten plate of pasta on the table, comic books spread across the kitchen tiles, and a sketchpad lying partly open a few meters away. He snorts quietly, knowing that most of the time Zayn can’t be bothered to clamber up onto a table or chair to amuse himself when he’s home alone. The hybrid is nowhere to be seen though, which is unusual.

“Babe?” he calls out, padding through the house as he shrugs off his jacket and dropping it carelessly on the ground. The TV is playing in the living room at a low volume, and Harry immediately feels a soft smile grow on his face when he sees a Zayn-like shape huddled underneath a blanket on the couch. He crouches down next to the lump, poking it playfully. Then there are fuzzy brown triangular ears and a tuft of raven hair poking up wearily from the fabric, along with Zayn’s dark eyes that widen when they see him.

“Haz!” he exclaims, pushing the blanket off of him and clutching a white book to his chest, pencil hastily stuffed in the coils. “Why are you home so early?”

“Class got dismissed early, wanted to surprise you,” Harry smiles. He looks down at what Zayn’s holding close to his body, shielding it.

 “What’ve you got there, love?”

The colour that’s already settled on Zayn’s cheek darkens, and he avoids Harry’s gaze, looking down at the blanket that’s landed in a heap on the ground. “S’nothing.”

Harry sits beside him then, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Zayn doesn’t move at the touch, but doesn’t lean into it, either.

“Is it another sketchbook?”

“I…yeah,” Zayn says quietly, ears briefly pressing down against his forehead. His tail is absentmindedly flicking at Harry’s thigh, which normally he would’ve flicked or petted playfully.

“Sorry for using up another one, I know they’re expensive.”

Harry shakes his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “No, it’s fine, babe. Just wondering why you were using another one, that’s all. It’s a- …why are you underneath the comforter?”

Zayn snickers, ducking his head down and shaking his head.

“I dunno. I feel like I can concentrate better underneath it. Feels warm, reminds me of my mum,” he confesses shyly. “And my other book’s mainly for random drawings. This one’s for, um. Other stuff.”

“Can I see? If you’re comfortable, that is,” Harry asks eagerly. He always wants to see Zayn’s drawings, thinks he’s talented and could go places in life with his skilled artist hand, but the boy is always reluctant and nervous to show him his work.

Zayn’s nibbling on his lip now, anxious. “You won’t think I’m weird?”

Harry shakes his head. “Never, I promise.”

Zayn hesitates, before thrusting the book into Harry’s hands. 

 And it’s a sketch of Harry on the page, not quite completed yet, but there are enough details that he can identify himself.  He turns the page, and another, and another, and the entire book is of him, and it’s himself over and over again, laughing, talking, and sleeping. And while that should be crossing into an invasive territory, Harry can only find it endearing that someone’s interested enough to look at him even when he’s dead to the world. And sometimes it’s just a quick drawing of his hands as he holds a pencil, or his eyes when he’s laughing, or a shirt he’s worn before, but it’s all him. And while he flips through the book, he can see Zayn watching him nervously out of the corner of his eye, legs tucked into his chest, ears pressed down. 

“Zayn,” Harry looks up, and he can feel fucking tears pooling in his eyes. “This is just, I. Wow.”

The brown-eyed boy laughs quietly, shifting closer to Harry on the sofa.

“You aren’t, like, creeped out?”

“Are you kidding? No, this is amazing. God, you’re brilliant.”

“Thank you,” Zayn responds in a small voice, and when he uses that tone Harry knows that he’s being reminded of the teasing he’s endured back when he was in a shelter with lots of other abandoned hybrids, left by their previous owners to be bought again. He’d been made fun of for keeping to himself, choosing to read or draw instead of playing games like the others. And Harry can’t understand that, can’t understand why anyone wouldn’t love Zayn. 

He gazes at him then, at Zayn’s tousled hair, his red cheeks, the shy smile splayed on his face.

“Can I kiss you?” he questions, suddenly wanting nothing more than to have the boy’s lips on his. They’ve always been more than friends; from the day that Harry first bought him. There’s always been that lingering aura between the two of them, but Harry’s never initiated anything, not wanting to give Zayn the impression that he was being forced into this.

Zayn nods rapidly, and Harry can hear his shaky breath in the few centimeters that separate them. He ignores that, though, and leans in closer to press his lips against Zayn’s. They’re slightly wet, from when he was licking his lips before, and Zayn lets out a quiet whimper as he curls into Harry’s lap, pressing his palms into his shoulders. Harry can tell that he doesn’t quite know what to do, hasn’t really kissed anyone like this before, but he doesn’t mind taking the lead as he carefully moves their lips together.                                                                                                                         He glances at the sketchbook that’s lying on the armrest of the sofa, and then back at the hybrid on his lap, face glowing with bliss and exhilaration. He wants to remember this moment for the rest of his life, wants to remember his mind fuzzy and incoherent from the kiss, wants to remember Zayn’s warm hands skirting the edges of his shirt, fingertips playing with the soft skin on his collarbone.

After another moment though, Zayn leans back, smirking. “You’re cute,” he mumbles softly, tail flicking against Harry’s waist.

Snorting, he flicks Zayn’s nose. “Speak for yourself, sweetheart.”

 Zayn responds with a giggle, scrunching his eyes up, and god damn, Harry feels like he’s in love. He thinks he is.

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we only have three prompts left, so in a week or so you can start sending them in (not right now though!) 

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Hey could you write a Niall and Louis fic where they are at a festival and Louis pulls Niall away from all the people and makes out with Niall and maybe going a little further then making out yeah? Thanks :)

The thing is, Niall plans to make the most out of this. He wants to do all the cliché things he’s watched in every stupid romantic comedy ever made. He wants to kiss his date at the top of the ferris wheel, hold his hand as they walk through the busy crowd, win him an oversized stuffed animal at a booth, watch the fireworks together at the end of the night.

However, when the evening rolls around, leading to Louis absentmindedly licking his ice cream cone whilst shooting seductive glances at Niall, and immediately pulling them both behind an abandoned merchandise tent, his plans change. For better or worse, he can’t tell.

~*~

“Niall,” Louis whines as he cautiously digs his fingernails into the younger boy’s shoulders. Niall doesn’t answer, just licks up along the path from Louis’ jaw to his collarbone, running his teeth over the soft skin there and chuckling lowly when Louis lets out a squeak.

“Fuck, Lou, we’re going to leave in an hour or so, right? Couldn’t wait until then?” Niall huffs, looking up to stare at his boy.

“Niall,” Louis just repeats as he pushes their bodies together, pulling him back in for a kiss. He can taste the sweetness of the ice cream on Louis’ tongue, his mouth still cold from the treat. The friction that Louis’ hips are giving him is doing funny things to Niall’s mind. He repeats the motion back, and Louis moans loudly, exhaling into Niall’s shoulder.

It’s warm out, a late July evening, and Niall can feel his t-shirt sticking to his body with sweat, and Louis’ nibbling on his bottom lip as his mouth slackens with each pant that comes out.

“Shh,” Niall murmurs as he continues to grind into Louis. “Can you be quiet for me, love? You think you can? Are you going to be a good boy?” he spreads his palms over Louis’ waist, thrusting up. He can feel Louis’ erection through his own pants, and the fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach is growing more and more concentrated.

 Of course, that doesn’t mean he’s completely unaware of their surroundings- the tent they’ve huddled behind is facing a large vacant field, and while it’s not likely that someone will come behind to see what they’re doing, it’s possible. Niall thinks Louis enjoys that, wants to be seen as he squirms and whines, likes the possibility of someone walking in on them at any moment. The thought makes Niall groan involuntarily, makes his cock fatten up just a little bit more so that he’s positive that he’s showing through his trousers now.

 Louis doesn’t answer, just gasps heavily as he makes little circles with his hips onto Niall.

“Answer me,” Niall mutters into his ear, grabbing a fistful of Louis’ hair, pulling the boy’s head slightly back as he does.

“God, yes, I,” Louis babbles, sucking in a breath. His blue eyes are wide and clear, pupils dilated as they stare back into Niall’s. “I will.”

“Will what?” he mumbles into Louis’ neck, hitching him up so that his legs are wrapped around Niall’s waist, arms encircled around his neck.

Louis whines, colour settling in his cheeks as he shakes his head. He sets his head into the crook of Niall’s neck, his breath hot against Niall’s skin.

“I’ll be a good boy,” he whines quietly, voice thick with arousal.

“Gonna let me rub against you until you come in your pants? Make you walk around for the rest of the night all sticky and wet?” 

Louis nods rapidly, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. “God, yes, Niall, I will, I promise, just,” he babbles, trying to muffle the noises he’s making. Niall shuts him up with a messy kiss, thrusting upwards. It’s uncomfortable, though, especially when he’s standing up, holding a boy onto his body. He shifts them down onto the soft grass; the cleanliness of the ground not one of his top priorities.

 He lets Louis get propped up on his elbows, and moves his knees forward so that that they’re on either side of Louis’ hips, and oh. The angle makes everything different. It’s better access to his aching cock, which he can feel leaking and twitching in his shorts. Louis must sense the change too, because he lets out a breathy groan and thrusts up into the touch. Niall’s dick is excited by the rubbing, likes the way it can feel Louis stiff through a second layer of fabric too. It’s wet and sticky already inside his pants, and he hopes he isn’t so damp by the time they’re done that he’s showing through his trousers.

“Mm,” Niall sighs as he reaches under grabs Louis’ arse with his hands, gaining better control of the writhing boy below him. “Shit,” Louis gasps, reaching up to sink his teeth into Niall’s shoulder.

 Niall can feel the pit in his stomach become more intense and focused, his pulse racing quicker, the edges of his mind becoming more fuzzy. He almost forgets that they’re in public, but he can hear the music coming from the rides, and the frenzy of the crowd as they make their way along the path to view the fireworks better.

“Fuck, Lou,” Niall breathes onto the older boy’s cheek; making sure his thrusts hit just the right angle. He lets out a squeak when Louis thrusts up, their hips meeting in the middle.

“Yeah, yeah, just like that.”

“I’m going to…” Louis has his eyes squeezed shut again, mouth making perfect o’s as he moans quietly.

“Can you come quiet, sweetheart? Come in your pants without making a single noise?” The pair of blue eyes beneath him flies open, and Louis’ nodding rapidly, his hair shaking where it’s slightly damp on his forehead.

Niall furrows his brow as he counts his thrusts; one, two, three, fou-

…and Louis is arching his hips up, one hand fisting the grass beside him, another scratching marks down Niall’s shoulder, completely gone as he comes. Niall watches him, fascinated at the way he writhes around, mind entirely lost for just a moment while his body is doused in pleasure. The sight alone is enough to bring on his own orgasm, and Niall falls forward, planting a messy kiss onto the corner of Louis’ mouth while his cock twitch and shoots into his pants, rubbing himself against Louis’ softening dick. He hears the beginning of the fireworks right as he reaches his peak, and moans loudly, no longer afraid that anyone will hear him.

 “Louis, god,” Niall says breathily, slowing his movements down because Louis’ whining about the sensitivity, and it’s becoming gross, the way he can feel the squishy mess of his pants fabric and come mixing together with sweat, leaving his skin moist and overly warm.

They’re silent for a minute, just breathing heavily as they slowly start to relax. Niall flops down from where he’s still hovering above Louis, and lies down next to him. The sky’s already gotten dark while they’ve been at it, and he can see the colourful sky, lit bright reds and purples. Louis lazily reaches for his hand in the few centimeters where they’re apart, and Niall looks over him, smiling softly, the kind of smile he knows he only ever gives to people he loves.

“You were good,” he mumbles, shuffling closer to the smaller boy.

“Mhm?”

“Mhm,” Niall repeats, leaning over to sloppily kissing Louis on the nose. “But we kind of missed out on our carnival date, haven’t we?”

Louis laughs at that as he sits up, reaching down to tie his shoe as he does. His hair is tousled, shirt rucked up the wrong way and showing his shoulders. Niall snorts as he realizes that he must look the same, smelling of sex and looking like he’s just run a marathon.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to come again tomorrow, won’t we?”  he says cheekily, winking. 

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Lilo One-Shot

I love lilo so so much so this was really easy to write. hope you like it!

“Ugh,” Louis moans, flopping on his bed as he squints at the swirly patterns in the ceiling. The hotel room around him is a mess- clothes and shoes without their other halves are lying across the carpet, empty water bottles and chargers are spread across the dressers, and god, he doesn’t even want to think about the chaos he’s left in the bathroom.

Normally, he’s fine with a bit (okay, a lot) of untidiness, but they’re due at the airport in an hour and where the fuck are his contacts?

Louis wearingly stands up once more, scanning his eyes across the room for the little white container. Discouraged by the mess around him, he sits back on the edge of the bed, sighing and pulling his knees up to his chest.

It’s not that big of a deal, Louis knows. He can easily go and get a new pair of contacts later on today, or someone from their team can ship them in, but. It’s just. He hasn’t worn his glasses out in public in years now, mostly because he’s self-conscious on how he looks with them on.  

“Louis?” he hears a voice call out from the other side of the door, interrupting his thoughts. Then, there’s a familiar knock at the door that he’d recognize anywhere. Liam. “You ready yet? We’re waiting down at the lobby.”

“Um,” Louis answers. “Not quite?” he lifts his head up to see one of his Vans dangling by the shoelace on a dresser knob.

Liam opens the door without warning, which on any other circumstances, he might’ve considered quite rude, but this is Liam.

“Oh, god,” the younger boy says, brown eyes wide as he gazes around the room. “Is this what you’ve been doing all morning?” He laughs a little.

Louis sighs. “I can’t find my contacts,” he mumbles.

“You have your glasses though, right?” Liam replies, picking up a pair of jeans at his feet and folding them. Without another word, he steps into the bathroom, returning seconds later with the case in his hand.

“Yeah, but,” Louis groans, neatly catching the pair that Liam throws at him. “I don’t…I look bad in them.”

“You wha- no, you don’t,” Liam splutters, going slightly red in the cheeks.

 The older boy snorts. “Thanks, love. But. I dunno, my mates back at home always used to make fun of me, and personally, I look really stupid with them on, so.” He looks up at Liam, shrugging.

“You look great, I promise,” Liam smiles, closing the distance between them and pulling Louis in for a quick peck on the cheek. The lips on his skin are soft and slightly chapped, and he grabs at Liam’s shirt collar and pulls him into a hug. It’s nothing out of the ordinary; everyone in the band does it to each other when they’re leaving for a break or whenever they’re feeling affectionate.

He breathes into Liam’s shoulder, reminding himself that it’s no big deal; nobody will care how he looks in his glasses. Right?

Liam gently pulls out of the embrace, ruffling his hair fondly. They’re silent for just a moment more, until they see Harry yanking the door open, demanding to know where they are. He stops short once he sees Louis’ luggage torn apart all over the room.

“Why,” is all he says exasperatedly, and Louis just laughs as he shoves his glasses on and stands up.

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Lirry mpreg!!!! Where Harry is getting insecure about his baby bump and Liam does anything he can to help him

Harry stormed into his flat that he shared with Liam and headed immediately towards the kitchen; food always relieves anger.

It seemed to him that everyone was taking a jab at him. Even the fans seemed to be trying to hurt him with their words on twitter or spotting him in public. “WOW! You’re really getting big now!” might seem like a common thing to say to a pregnant person but when you are a male and already facing so much criticism for that simple fact, it just seems like a slap to the face, like a hidden “WOW! So you actually are pregnant? You’re not just getting extremely fat?” Maybe it was the hormones talking, but the stress of being seven months pregnant and having a giant balloon growing out of you takes its toll.

Harry peered into the fridge deciding that the fruit cocktail and chocolate syrup looked particularly appetizing at the moment. He walked into their bedroom and laid down turning on the television finding that Liam had left it on E! The cameras focused on the host as she started to speak.

“One Direction Boybander, Harry Styles, was seen leaving a takeout Chinese food place with his arms full of bags of food. Styles was sporting a huge baby bump but all this food has us questioning if it’s actually a baby or just a result of all that food. Miley Cyrus was up to her old tric-“

Harry frustratedly threw the remote to the ground after hitting the power button. Was it really all that weird for his stomach to be growing this big? He has a seven-month-old fetus growing inside of him. There was nothing he could do to change it. That fact was enough to make him break down.

He clutched his hands around his bump and started hating himself more and more with every mean word he muttered about himself. “You’re disgusting. Huge. Stretch marks. Hideous. No wonder Liam won’t touch me anymore. I’m revolting. How could you love something that looks like this?” The tears were falling more rapidly and his vision was blurred. His loud sobs covered up the sound of someone entering. It wasn’t until arms wrapped around his stomach from behind that he noticed the other presence.

“Because it shows that I have created life with the love of my life. It shows that I am so lucky to get the family and children that I have always wanted because my partner was blessed with the wonderful ability to conceive a child. It shows everyone that you are taken and mine. It reflects the fact that our love is so strong that we are going to make it through this process and have a baby to give all that love to.”

“You have to say that. You’re basically stuck with me now because I just had to go and get pregnant.” Harry muttered self-deprecatingly.

“No. I get to say that. It is a privilege to say that. I get to call you mine and show the world how much we love each other because of this beautiful baby inside of you. Screw what everyone else says. You are absolutely beautiful, Harry. The fact that I can see my baby growing inside of you…I just, I’ve never seen anything more absolutely breathtaking than this sight in my arms right now.”

Harry turned around laid his head onto Liam’s chest. As Liam placed a hand on Harry’s stomach, the latter placed his fingers in the spaces meant specifically for him to fill. They will get through this. All of it. The pregnancy. The baby’s birth. Their marriage. Their life. They will get through it. Together.

-Kate <3

Sorry for the break….

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trouble, trouble, trouble; Zouis One-shot

okay so i found this on my computer, and it's from ages ago when someone requested a zouis prompt based on 'i knew you were trouble' by tswift. i started it, but then rae filled it in before i could finish, so i kind of just left it haha. 

Louis can see him clearly, that’s for sure. He’s leaning against his motorcycle across the parking lot, cigarette in hand, a smirk laid out on his face. and is it even legal to have cheekbones like that? He tunes out his friends as he continues to gaze at the boy. It’s barely summer, but he’s got a leather jacket and boots on, and it’s a wonder how he doesn’t seem to show any signs of being overheated in the warm weather. He’s got an aura around him that Louis immediately finds himself attracted to. He wants to get to know this boy, get addicted to him.

“Who is that?” Louis asks, turning around to face Harry and Niall, who are sitting on the block beside him outside of a convenience store, munching on chocolate bars as they wait for Harry’s sister to pick them up.

They’re in a quiet part of the city- there’s not many shopping centres or fast food chains, and it’s mainly consisted of thrift stores and record shops. It’s a hipster paradise, really. Not quite Louis’ type of place, but it’s definitely Harry’s. His cousin’s dragged Louis out here along with his best friend Niall, determined to give the Doncaster boy the best experience of the city before he has to leave for school in the fall.

Niall stops his conversation with Harry for a moment to look up to where Louis is jutting his chin.

“Oh, him? Name’s Zayn. Zayn Malik.”

Louis absentmindedly glances at the boy- who now has a name- again. “Does he go to your school?”

“Yeah. I don’t really hang around him. Harry talks to him sometimes about music or fashion or shit,” Niall giggles, grabbing Harry’s Twix bar and breaking off a piece for himself. The younger boy glares at him, but doesn’t do anything further.

“Zayn’s cool,” he nods, stuffing his candy wrapper in Niall’s hoodie pocket. “Teachers don’t really know what to think of him, though. Hardly ever goes to a class, is asleep for the ones he bothers to go to,  but obviously ends up getting higher grades than ninety percent of the student population. That’s what all our teachers were talking about throughout the year; how Zayn looked like such a slacker.” Harry snorts. “Quite funny, really.”

There’s one thing that Zayn does look like, Louis thinks. From his slightly tousled dark hair, to his inked skin, which Louis can see a peek of when the boy lifts his cigarette up, he looks like absolute trouble.

                                          ~*~

The three of them are back again two days later. Harry’s insisted on taking Louis to an ice-cream parlour that’s supposedly incredible, owned by his friend Nick. From the way Harry gushes his name, Louis is assuming that they’re a little more than friends, but he doesn’t say anything.

Harry’s ordered them all milkshakes, and they’re sitting in the little retro swivel-y seats, waiting. There’s quite a few people mingling around the place, grabbing a quick snack after dinner, and he and Niall are discussing ice-cream flavours,when Louis sees him. Zayn’s sitting a few seats away, seemingly oblivious to the mildly loud chattering around him. He’s hunched over a thick book, cup of ice-cream beside him as he furrows his eyebrows and occasionally flips the page back and forth.

Harry sighs behind him, and Louis spins around in his seat. “What?” He asks incredulously, as he sees Niall and Harry exchange knowing looks.

“Look, Lou. Just go talk to him if you really want,” Harry says, rolling his eyes and doing his stupid crooked smile at Nick when he gives them their shakes over the counter. “You’re only here for the summer, might as well go for it.”

“What do you mean?”

Harry shrugs. “He dates around a lot. Nice person, but still.”

“Has he ever fancied either of you?” Louis snorts, stirring his shake around with his straw.

Niall giggles at that, blowing bubbles into his cup. “Zayn’s definitely not for me. Harry’s thought about going for him a few times, but then Nick came along and all thoughts of Zayn vanished. He’s all yours, mate.”

“He’s not-”

“C’mon, Ni. Let’s leave Louis alone so Zayn’ll come to him," Harry laughs, pulling the Irish boy from his chair. 

And despite Louis' protests, they shuffle off to a different table.

Sure enough, after a few awkward minutes of sitting alone, glaring at Harry and Niall who are too busy giggling at something on Harry’s phone while he sips his shake, Louis sees Zayn stand up out of the corner of his eye, gathering his book and ice-cream into one hand. He plops down next to Louis, backpack casually slung across one shoulder.

“Hi gorgeous,” he says smoothly, making direct eye contact with Louis, and oh my god who the fuck has eyelashes that long?

“H-hi yourself,” Louis stutters, trying to stay calm. He can smell Zayn’s cologne, and he wants to get wrapped in it, wants to wear Zayn’s clothes so he can smell like him all the time.

“Haven’t seen you ‘round here before Monday,” Zayn replies, leaning forward. Louis giggles nervously. “I’m staying with my cousin here, just for the break.”

“Yeah? And who’s your cousin?”

“Harry- you, uh. You know him, right? I mean, he mentioned that you two were friends when I asked, so. I mean.” Louis blushes again, realizing the slip he’s made.

Zayn laughs, and it’s like bells tinkling, or angels singing, or some shit like that. “So you’ve been asking about me, huh?” His hands make their way across the counter to Louis’, where they immediately play with his fingertips. Louis feels his heart beat faster. Zayn’s fingers are rough, but in a way that suggests that he engages himself in something like writing or painting quite a lot.

“Kind of?” Louis squeaks.

“Yeah, I know Harry. Great lad,” Zayn continues. “But we’ve been talking all this time, love, and I still haven’t got a name for you.”

“M’name’s Louis.”

“Mm. Pretty name for a pretty boy. I’m Zayn.”

“I know,” Louis says with a bit more confidence.

Zayn laughs. “So, do you want to ditch this place and come with me for a quick drink? Just wanted to come here to finish my book, but I think I’ve got better plans now.”

“I,” Louis starts, then turns around in his seat, looking for Harry and Niall. They’re nowhere in sight. “I should tell Harry, but-” he feels his phone buzzing in his back pocket, and quickly digs it out.

Have fun on your daaate. ;), Harry texts him.

Louis looks up at Zayn, who’s still toying with their fingers. “ I don’t have anything planned,” he says, licking his lips.

Zayn hops off the chair, holding his hand out to help Louis down as well. It makes his heart melt. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Zayn murmurs, right into his ear.

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It’s a whirlwind after that. Louis comes back to Harry’s house every night, sometimes morning, giggling and talking about Zayn, Zayn, Zayn. Zayn with his indie rock music and his action movie collection, Zayn with his fedora and eyeliner and vinyl records, Zayn with his soft accent and skilled artist hand that sweeps Louis off his feet.

He sees the bored, knowing looks from Harry and Niall, but he can’t bring himself to care. This the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to him this summer- any summer, actually, and Louis’ set on basking in the younger boy’s affections as long as he can.

He talks about the future with Zayn as they sit in the younger’s car, shotgunning a joint in the middle of the night. Zayn wants to go to art school in two years, wants to have his paintings hung up in galleries and proudly shown off. Louis whispers into his ear that he can do it, and Zayn smiles, locking their lips together.

He tells Zayn that he wants to become a performer, a singer or actor, but if that’s too extravagant, then he’ll consider being a drama teacher. “Or, I dunno. Maybe something to do with English. I’m shit at math and science, and whatever,” Louis murmurs, mind going fuzzy from the drugs. Zayn just continues to kiss him, giggling into his lips.

Louis comes back to Harry’s at midday with Zayn’s fedora on his head and his heart given away.

                                        ~*~

They all knew it would end. Even Louis is aware, in the back of his mind, as August comes closer and closer. He knows Zayn isn't very good at keeping long-term relationships, never mind long distance ones. He's got to go back to Doncaster in the fall, to endure one more year of high school.

Still, he's taken by absolute surprise when it happens.

Harry's standing in the middle of the bookstore, a book in each of his hands, glancing down from one to the other.

"Can you be any slower?" Niall groans, tapping his foot. "I've got better things to do than sit around at a bookstore all day waiting for you to buy a present for your sort-of boyfriend."  

"I just dunno which one Nick would like," Harry moans. "He said that he really liked this one, but maybe I should go for the element of surprise and-"

"Look!" Louis exclaims. "Just buy both of them, Haz. He'll love it."

Harry still looks unsure, but sighs as he puts both books under his arm and starts heading to the check-out.

"Where's Zayn today, Lou?" Harry teases him. "I thought you two were never apart."

Louis sticks his tongue out at Harry as Niall giggles. "He's at some indie festival with his friend, Liam. I dunno. I ditched him to spend more time with you two fucktards." He ends his statement with a sweet smile.

"Aww, Lou," Niall says, pulling him in for a hug that turns into a headlock. "Oh, bog off,” Louis grumbles, pulling his phone out to see if Zayn’s texted him. He hasn’t.

After Harry's paid for Nick's stupid hipster poetry books, they decide to make a quick stop at the cafe attatched to the store for some cheap, lukewarm coffee.

"Nobody even goes here," Niall complains as they step into the dimly lit cafe.

"I'm broke, we're not having any of your fancy Starbucks shit," Harry sniffs as they enter.

Louis glances at the menu, and decides that he'll just pick up something at Zayn's house later on tonight, after he and Liam have gotten back.

They all snort when they see that the barista is making out with someone behind the counter, probably due to slow hours. It’s very heated, full of small whimpers and gasping breaths, and Louis raises an eyebrow, wondering if the management service here is really that awful.

"Wait," Niall says as he leans in closer, squinting. At that moment, the couple break apart, having heard the commotion behind them. And.

Louis' heart stops, because no, no, no.

It's Liam and Zayn, for sure. Louis vaguely remembers Liam saying something to him when they briefly met about working at a coffee shop, and the brown haired boy's got an apron on and cheek slightly stained with dough.

And, and there's Zayn who's being pressed up against the counter, tattooed hand wrapped around Liam's waist, brown eyes going wide as they see him.

Louis feels his phone slip out of his hands with a clatter, and everything goes still and silent for one heartbreaking moment.

"Louis," Zayn finally says, pulling away from Liam. "Um. What are you doing here?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Louis spits, trying to stop his hands from shaking. Harry helpfully picks his phone up for him, letting his hand linger supportively on his back.

He’s scowling, normally cheerful face gone dark. “Really, Malik? Couldn’t have just waited until summer ended? He’s leaving in two weeks, you little shit,” Harry spits, leaning across the counter to where Liam’s backed away from Zayn, pale and nervous. Well. He should be.

“I thought you were staying in today,” Zayn says casually, as if nothing has happened. His face is entirely calm, body still casually leaned against the back counter of the cafe. Louis, on the other hand, feels like he’s being torn apart inside.

“And Louis thought you were off to listen to some awful-ass indie band today,” Niall snaps back.

Zayn sighs, glancing at Louis, who can’t really comprehend what’s happening. This is Zayn, the boy who he’s been so infatuated over this summer. Zayn who laughs at his stupid jokes and paints him endless pictures with his brush, as well as his voice, and. He’s cheated on Louis.

You knew it would happen, Louis shakily reminds himself. You knew he wouldn’t be able to do this. You knew, and you went in anyway.

He feels Niall’s hand on his shoulder. “Don’t waste any more of your time on him, Lou. Let’s get outta here.”

“I thought you were...different,” Louis mumbles pathetically, feeling tears swimming in his eyes. “You, you’re just.” He takes a deep breath. “Get out of my fucking life.”

He allows himself to be guided out of the shop by Harry, who he can just tell is sharing knowing looks with Niall behind his back.

When he looks back one last time, Zayn’s staring at him, and it’s hard to tell what his brown orbs are full of. Sadness? Amusement? Regret?

Louis doesn’t know, but what he does know is he should've realized a long time ago that Zayn is only full of trouble. 

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Hiii, Ive been on your blog for nearly an hour and i just cant seem to get out! lol, anyway, just wanted to say IT IS AWESOME now i have to go, have a nice day!!!! (or night, where evr ur from )P.s. u made my day.

i just saw this message so i don't know how long it's been in the inbox, but thank you :) it means a lot! 

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happy holidays!!

hope you have a good one, even if you don't celebrate Christmas. :) 

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AIMIE, WHY R U SO FUCKING PERFECT

oh my god omg idk haha thank you this was sweet 

-aimie 

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Lilo Oneshot

hiii i finally finished a prompt! and obviously it was lilo bc otp anyway enjoy! i also fixed all the links and things on our blog so you can go see updated prompts and whatever now. :) -aimie

It’s not as if he can help being in love with his best friend. Louis tends to have that effect on everyone. He’s got an awfully cheeky grin that makes his eyes crinkle up and squeeze shut. It’s usually accompanied by his laugh, which usually turns into a high pitched squeal whenever he finds something really funny.

He has a head full of a dark chestnut fringe that he’s always pushing out of his eyes, and his. His body. It’s small and petite- he’s and Liam meet eye to nose- but he’s got curves on his body, and even though he’s a boy, and it shouldn’t look good on him, it does. He’s got a loud personality, and he’s handsy and close with everyone he knows fairly well, and. And he’s perfect, but Liam can’t have him. Louis is not his; Louis does not want him. It’s a fact he says to himself every time the boy does something stupid or affectionate to him, and makes his heart stop in his chest. 

***

Everything’s going per usual- they’re all draped over each other on a too small couch, talking to an interviewer who’s asking them questions they’ve all heard before, promoting for the new album. Niall’s answering eagerly, and Louis is laughing loudly at his response, wrapping his arm playfully around the younger lad’s shoulder. Liam doesn’t even know what they’re talking about, but he does know that Louis looks wonderful, eyes crinkled up and cheeks slightly pink, as he leans into the mic and replies with a cheeky comment.  

Liam’s awakened from his daydream by an elbow in his ribs from Harry. “Mate, you’re staring again,” the curly-haired boy says quietly, trademark smirk lying on his lips. Liam blinks. Is he really being that obvious? 

“Dunno what you’re talking about, Harry,” Liam sighs, ruffling the boy’s hair. Harry rolls his eyes. “No use hiding it from us, Li. Just try to tone it down when we’re on camera, yeah? Your look of adoration is cute, but when tomorrow comes around, there'll be half a million photos of you gazing at Louis with love in your eyes, just wanting to-" Liam takes Harry’s words as his cue to flick the other in the ear, and Harry pouts for a moment, before turning to the interviewer, who’s now asking him about his favourite song on the new album.

“You should tell him how you feel,” Zayn murmurs from his other side, so inaudible that Liam barely hears it even though he’s mere centimetres away from him. Liam glances at the boy, who’s giving him an amused look, and sighs. 

Afterwards, when they’re thanking the radio station that they’re at, and filing out of the studio, Harry gives him a cheeky, breathy threat in his ear that if Liam doesn’t tell Louis, he will.

Well, fuck. 

**

Louis almost laughs out loud when Zayn casually mentions it while they’re outside the TV studio where they’re performing tonight. They’re leaning against the wall where there aren’t any paps, and enjoying the “fresh” air- Zayn’s enjoying a quick smoke, while Louis checks his phone. 

“I’m being serious, Lou,” Zayn says, blowing a puff of smoke and turning to look at him. “He’s literally pining over you, dunno why you seriously haven’t noticed.” Louis frowns. He hasn’t noticed. 

“I don’t think it's mutual," he says carefully. "I don't think I like him." 

Zayn raises an eyebrow, fiddling with his cigarette in between his fingers. “You sure about that, mate? You two would be cute together.” 

“Whatever you say, Zaynie,” Louis snorts, reaching his hand up to tousle Zayn’s hair. The boy starts cursing at him as Louis walks back into the studio, and he laughs once before disappearing inside. 

**

It’s the little things, Louis starts noticing. How an adoring smile spreads over Liam’s face when Louis punches his shoulder playfully in their dressing room and says that he  looks absolutely spiffing tonight, Mr. Payne. It’s the way Liam’s hand lingers for just a moment on his shoulder when they’re done their performance, beaming and breathless as they stare out into the cheering crowd. How Liam glances cautiously at him especially as they wade through the crowd of paparazzi and fans, being ushered into the car back to the hotel. How when they’re smushed together in the back seat, Louis absentmindedly leans back against Liam’s chest from utter tiredness, and he feels the younger’s body stiffen for just a second before relaxing again. It is strange how he‘s never noticed. 

**

After that, it’s unstoppable. He starts paying more attention to Liam’s movements, liking and craving it more and more when he’s the centre of the boy’s attention, when Liam talks to him, when Liam laughs at something he’s done, when Liam cuddles with him.

“You two are so unnecessarily complicated,” Niall complains to him a few weeks later, when they’re on a plane to America to do even more promoting. 

“Who?” Louis blinks. “Me and Liam?” 

Niall nods.

“Whaddya mean?”

“Like, it’s obvious you two absolutely are like, fuckin’ smitten with each other, but neither of you do anything to confirm it, or make it official,” Niall shrugs. Louis doesn’t say anything for a moment, and Niall interprets it the wrong way. 

“Do you actually fancy him though, Lou? He’s just...I dunno. He thinks you’re just paying more attention to him lately because you’re like that with everyone. All fond and touchy, y'know? Don’t take that the wrong way.”

Louis laughs, then sighs. 

“I do like him. It’s just. Don’t really know why he’d spend so much time pining over me. I’m not that special.” 

Niall rolls his eyes, but gives Louis a pat on the shoulder. “Honestly. Most frustrating couple I’ve ever encountered.”

“We’re not a couple,” Louis mumbles as he snuggles into his seat, wrapping his blanket around his shoulders.

"Yet," he hears Niall chuckle.

**

It’s all Niall’s fault. They’re all messing around, shoving and bantering on a couch backstage as they’re preparing for the tour just two weeks later. Liam’s got Niall in a headlock on the cushions, while Harry and Louis giggle and try to pry their bandmates apart, mostly not helping with the situation. Zayn’s standing a few feet away from them as he talks to Perrie on the phone, rolling his eyes at his bandmates. 

“Liam, get off of me!” Niall complains, as the elder presses a palm into his chest and laughs as he pins Niall down. 

“Mate, I dunno why you even made a bet with him that you’d win this,” Louis says, rolling his eyes. “You know Liam’s got, like, ten times the muscles mass that you do.” 

“Hey!” Niall protests, but Liam’s got him in another headlock, and that silences him. 

“Liiiiiiiam,” Harry whines, grabbing Liam’s shoulders and pulling them back as far as he can. “Get off Niall, he’s not yours.” 

“That’s right,” Niall giggles, wriggling out of Liam’s grasp and tumbling to the floor. “Louis is.” They all freeze, and the air immediately becomes awkward. It’s just banter that they normally wouldn’t have batted an eye over, but since the possibility of Liam and Louis together has been evident in the air for a while now, it’s been a topic they’ve never actually discussed a a group. 

“Um,” Liam says, frowning. “I don’t think...” he trails off, swallowing as he quickly glances up at Louis, who’s turned silent and beet red. 

Harry’s frowning, and Niall’s suddenly aware that he might’ve said the wrong thing, because he quickly stands up and tentatively sits on the arm of the couch beside Louis. Even Zayn stops talking to Perrie for a second to raise an eyebrow at them. 

“It’s true, though,” Harry pipes up. 

Suddenly, Paul is calling for them to get up and start practicing their vocals for the next song. 

**

When they’re done rehearsing, tired and sweaty but excited from the prospect of playing shows again, Liam corners Louis back beside all of the sound equipment. 

‘Is it true?” He asks anxiously, crouching down and pulling Louis with him so they’re somewhat eye to eye. 

“Is what true?” Louis questions, mind going blank from the rush he's gotten just from rehearsing the possible setlist for their tour.

"Liam's got nice eyes," is what he can only come up with in his head, as he stares at the boy's chocolate brown orbs.

Liam looks down. “What Harry said, before. About you. And me.” 

It finally clicks in Louis’ mind. Oh. Oh. 

“I mean, yeah," he says slowly. "The boys said that you fancied me a while back, and, I dunno. I didn't start realizing that I liked you back until they did. And I know I should've told you earlier rather than you finding out this way, but-" 

He's interrupted by Liam swiftly cupping his jaw, then pressing their lips together. Louis squeaks in surprise, but melts into it once he fully realizes what's happening. He's kissing Liam. He feels the younger's hands make its' way into the crook of his knee, and even though the kneeled and crouched down position they're both in is awkward, the moment can't get anymore perfect. Louis can't form a coherent thought in his mind. It's like he's forgotten the world around him- the fact that the other boys are likely searching around for them by now, the fact that he's kissing his best friend. All he can see, taste, think is Liam, Liam, Liam. 

That is, until they hear footsteps quickly approaching them, and Zayn's voice scoffing and calling in their direction, "fucking finally." 

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Hello friends. I just feel the need to step in and remind you how amazing ya'll are and how nice it is that you write stories based on prompts we send in. Seriously, ya'll are awesome and take as much time as you need on the prompts.

thank you!!! this means a lot :) i've already got a prompt finished, and i'll post it either tonight or tomorrow whenever i'm done reading it over!

-aimie 

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okaaay since the links on this blog haven't been updated forever, i'm going to spend some time fixing them up for all the new and filled prompts we have now. i also changed the theme a little for Christmas even though there's not a lot of time until it ends, haha. so by tomorrow all the links should be updated and fixed, okay? -aimie

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You guys always say you'll post but you never do. And please don't try to make up an excuse

i'm really sorry there haven't been very many fics for a while i understand because i always get kind of frustrated when writing blogs i like don't post very often, but the other girls aren't really on this blog anymore and that's understandable because this blog isn't my top priority either/ i have school and other things on my mind, but i didn't make any excuses, and i've always tried to make time whenever i can but when i have free time sometimes i'm just not in the mood to write or whatever

so yeah i'm sorry that you feel this way but since break is almost here i'm probably going to have a lot more time before finals come so i can write. 

-aimie 

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hi guys!! 

i'm really sorry there hasn't been a fic in a little while, i kind of wanted to try and make this blog a little more active than it has been in recent months but oops. anyway, i'm going to try and write some prompts throughout this week/weekend, and i'll probably have something up before my Christmas break, which is in a little more than a week!

-aimie 

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On the subject of the last fic: I understand what that other anon is saying, but I don't really think it was a sad ending. It seemed to me that Liam has found happiness with Niall, and just because Zayn still loves Liam doesn't mean Liam should dump Niall and go back to him. That wouldn't be fair. If you do continue it, may I suggest Zayn finding someone new (cough Louis or Harry) who is even better for him than Liam and helps him be a better person? Then everyone is happy and friends and yay.

yeah i definitely agree with what you're saying that's how i intended to write it! haha yeah maybe if i get enough requests for a sequel i'll do it, but right now i'm just going to focus on getting all the prompts done so they can be open again :) 

-aimie