happened in a heart-ring for @romcom1dficfest
The Love Alarm AU where Harry is a student working at his mum's bakery and Louis is the unattainable embodiment of Harry's every desire. Their paths cross.
To distract himself from the cacophony of Love Alarm ’s notification washing over the room, Harry dedicates his attention to staring at the colourful doodles dancing on the sides of pages of his notebook. Undeniably, witnessing such situations enables developing the ability to sympathise with those lacking social adorations who are haunted by the awareness their being is drowned out by the existence of someone else, glistening, bold and vivid, among the crowd, while they remain unnoticed. Recognising whose arrival must have caused such a reaction does not require complex deduction skills, and simply the knowledge of the presence of this person has a blush bite into Harry’s cheeks. Despite his efforts to make peace and embrace his position, the noise carries an unpleasant reminder of Harry’s blandness and significance. He bites the inside of his cheek as his muscles turn firm because of the tension, and his body naively attempts to blend with the surroundings by remaining still.
Among the assumptions and opinions that could be questioned, denied, or modified to one’s liking, the magnetic aura accompanying Louis Tomlinson’s presence is irrefutable and irresistible. Perhaps, it has its source in his smile, thin-lipped and welcoming, possessing the ability to ignite fire in Harry’s chest and have him purposely long for more of this sweet and addicting warmth. There are days when stars seem to gleam in Louis’ blue eyes, and Harry is willing to pay any price for an opportunity to inspect this view for a couple of seconds, seeking and decoding constellations until he stumbles upon one capable of gilding him somewhere, preferably home. Louis is of a smaller build; his waist was crafted to be held, wider hips accompany a slim and muscular body, and despite being an inch or two shorter than Harry the difference is unnoticeable. Surprisingly, Harry cannot shake the nagging convictions of his smallness whenever he is around Louis, he is often overtaken with the urge to fold and hunch, to ensure he doesn't take too much space, especially if Louis could make better use of it through his wit, charisma, and bright personality. On rare and special occasions, Harry gives in to his inner temptations and indulges in discreetly observing Louis during PE classes, appreciating his body, muscles, coordination and swiftness on the field, the hypnotising glow of sweat marking his cheeks, the redness of his skin, and the earth-shattering grin blossoming upon every goal and morphing into the expression of undisturbed pride and euphoria when they happen to win. Their victory simultaneously turns into Harry’s as it provides a chance, for Louis may take off his shirt, inspiring Harry’s imagination to roam into dangerous places.
