why hello there young blogger. i was wondering if i could request a lourry fic? if youre not busy or whatever... in which louis is self conscious abut his tummy but harry loves it ****BONUS POINTS if there are tummyhickies and/or louis in harrys lap please and thank****
this is so old but holla for a ficlet under the read more :)
it’s about two in the morning when harry notices something off. he’ll wake up feeling ten times colder than he did before falling asleep, realizing too late that the spot next to him is completely boy-free. the covers are pulled back halfway so the indent in the mattress is still somewhat visible, but it’s obvious that louis hasn’t been in the bed for a while.
harry’ll rub his eyes, tiredly swing his legs over the side of the bed and slip his feet into the slippers, and make his way to the living room of their shared flat where he finds louis sitting on the couch watching tv. this happens every once in a while, has become somewhat of a repeated system. last week louis was watching infomercials about blenders; the week before it was reruns of merlin.
tonight it’s another infomercial, one that harry knows is recorded deep in the depths of their dvr along with cooking shows and old performances and everything else. it’s somewhat of a workout informercial, advertising “how to lose your tummy in two weeks” or something like that.
harry isn’t stupid and he knows louis works out. he works out almost as much as harry does, maybe not as much as liam or niall. but he goes to the hotel gyms and they have a shared treadmill and sometimes he’ll do weights. they’ve tried everything from changing his diet a little, hiring a personal trainer for the tour, but it always comes back to the same sad image of louis standing in front of a mirror before going on stage in a tight-clad t shirt all but admiring the pudge that appears.
it confuses harry sometimes because out of all of the people he knows, louis is the least self conscious when it comes to everything about him. he knows he doesn’t have the strongest voice but he also knows it’s a unique voice and the fans love it no matter what. he knows he’s the smallest in both height and size but he takes that as a sense of endearment considering he’s also the oldest. what harry doesn’t get is why louis considers himself the least attractive at times, only because he’s got a “little bit of a tummy”. the others tease him about it relentlessly, always proving to him that he’s perfect no matter what.
“lou, come back to bed. too early for this babe,” harry says softly, leaning against the doorframe of the hall as louis stirs softly. “c’mon, turn that shit off. y’don’t need it. you’re perfect.”
there’s only silence, but the tv is turned off and a small figure rises up from the sofa, shuffling zombie-like towards harry. harry smiles and reigns louis in for a hug; on nights like these he hugs louis just a little tighter than normal.
when they’re in bed, harry will curl louis into his body, face-to-face, and slide himself down until he’s got louis’ stomach at eye-level. if it’s not too late, he’ll blow raspberries into the soft skin or he’ll kiss every inch of louis’ body until his lips are too chapped. tonight he kisses around louis’ navel, biting down near his hip bones and littering his tummy with small reddish lovebites.
it’s nearly three in the morning so there isn’t much response from louis besides his hands reaching down for harry’s, and harry crawls himself back up once he’s satisfied, dips in to kiss louis’ forehead, nose, corner of his mouth.
harry's life is a bit of a mess, then he meets nick. au where everyone lives in new york and harry and zayn are art students, because shut up, that's why.
“i’m here to give you all my love, so i can watch your face as i take it all away”
I PLANNED ANGSTY LILO BASED ON THAT FOB LINE AND HELP?
it started with that line, then “baby, we should throw our love in the gutter where we found it” became a factor too, and then PAVLOVE came up and instead of going to make tea and then going to sleep like i was planning, I WROTE THIS INSTEAD /o\
that tomlinshaw snippet sounds so good like i'm sure it will crush my soul in the best way. is that all you have written for it
it's all I have written but not what I have written up if that makes sense? I'm trying to start some more stuff so I'm writing tiny snippets for each of my outlines. I'll clean it up and string it out but that's more of a summary tbh. I love angst.
but nick was so convinced that he wasn't good enough for louis and that louis deserved better and the night louis got back from rehearsals nick told him to pack up and move out because he didn't love him. at all, really.
he thinks louis cried for three hours but he's not sure because he told louis to fuck off and then left him alone in the flat. harry called him ten times, each voicemail more threatening than the last. "you're such a pussy, nick" or "swear to god i'll beat the shit out of you" or maybe "i'll string your organs up like christmas lights don't think i won't" which was odd because harry wasn't necessarily the violent type.
everything managed to work out after that. louis did disappear for about a week; disappeared out of everyone's lives. he popped up again on a tuesday night at two in the morning right after nick got home from work, popped up on the doorstep of the flat and slapped nick in the face.
i made a prompt and then i attempted to fill it. i know nothing about tesco and spent more time on their website than i will admit to. i'm not from the uk so any mistakes are my misknowledge but best attempts to make it sound cool. if it doesn't sound like a uk thing, it's probably a us thing.
feedback encouraged, thank you! :)
this is part 1 of 3.
Milk
Eggs
Dog food
That soap that smells like lavender and chamomile
Salted popcorn
Diet coke
Some sort of veggie
Shave cream
Post-It Notes
Orange juice
It's a standard list, really, that Nick carries with him to Tesco every Sunday morning post-hangover status. He didn't end up needing half the things he'd buy, leading to about three unopened cartons of milk and eggs in the bar area fridge that was currently emptied of it's alcoholic contents. But he'd take care of that later.
A quick glance at his watch before the taxi dropped him off let Nick know that the time was just half past eleven, perfectly on time with hopes that the checkouts weren't too busy. It was a rainy Sunday so he expected no less than the average amount of church mums and grandmothers loitering about the aisles. It was a mad dash to retrieve his ten items, having to substitute the soap that smells like lavender with a soap that didn't really smell like anything. Much to his distress, he had always enjoyed smelling like a flower.
Often times there would be one or two brave souls who would recognize him, ask him for a quick snap or two barring his time limit, but today seemed to be easy going. He'd had thirty minutes when he'd reached the store, but now only had fifteen (thanks to practically memorizing his way through the store now). And when he reached the ten-items-or-less baggage area, his heart sort of dropped into the pit of his stomach.
Another Sunday proven to him that Louis Tomlinson was indeed real, not a mirage or a fantasy or a dream concocted by his hormone imbalances or practical need to get laid since his last attempts. Louis was real and standing at an empty register and he was always just waiting. Nick trotted towards him, half-heartedly suppressing a grin where Louis' teeth gleamed brightly. "'ello Nicholas!"
Louis wore the standard employee uniform: the bright blue button-down with black slacks and a neatly pressed red tie. Today his caramel color hair mopped into a fringe across his forehead, swept above a pair of black rimmed glasses. His golden skin seemed all but glowing, contrast with his impossibly blue eyes and marked by ridiculously pretty cheekbones. Nick always felt silly, falling in love with a child. Louis was seven years his junior and perfectly legal in all senses but it still felt crazy to feel something less "hey, let's get each other off in a cabinet" and more "I'd quite like to kiss your plush lips very carefully".
"Mornin' Lou. How's work?" Nick picked the items out of his basket, placing them onto the counter before him as Louis began to ring them up. This was his favorite bit: Louis was go deliberately slow if there were no other customers behind Nick (there weren't) just to waste his remaining working schedule as well as get in a nice conversation. Most times they would discuss Louis and school and his job, sometimes Nick would pass off the celebrities he'd met that week on the radio if Louis asked; it was the same types of conversations but each time felt more exciting and new and always interesting.
The carton of milk went double bagged, ringing up at 1.29 following the 2.78 pack of eggs. Louis went for the soap next, frowning at the label before sliding it across the scanner, 0.68. "The same old, you know. Stan quit yesterday. Threw his tie at the sales manager and stormed out before he realized he couldn't drive and I was his ride home. Had to sit in front of the store for an hour, kind of pitiful. Says he's gonna get a job at Sainsbury to show them up, some bullshit like that." The two liter diet coke came next, following the stack of post-it notes that were thrown into the plastic bag. "One of these days, I swear."
One of these days was probably Nick's least favorite thing Louis would say. Because one of these days Louis was considering too throwing in the towel and walking away from the baggage business to pursue something more dream worthy and probably in a different city, too. One of these days Nick would do his Sunday shopping duties and Louis wouldn't be waiting and grinning for him at the ten-items-or-less checkout. One of these days it would be some horribly gangly looking ginger with freckles on the back of his neck and arms with braces and a terrible lisp that caused him to spit out over everything. And Nick would be forced to forget that Louis even existed outside of his Tesco shopping world because there would be no more Louis for him.
"Alright? You're quiet, today." Louis is packing the jug of Tropicana carefully in another double bag, and Nick realizes he's fucked it all up. Because there are three customers waiting in line and he's used up his time bloody thinking and he feels like such a moron for wasting Louis' time and everyone else's in the shopping market. "That'll be-"
"Here's twenty, keep the change," he mutters, shoving the bill towards Louis whose eyes widen in an odd sense of shock.
Louis nodded, filing the bill away in the cash register and grabbing for the receipt. "Have a nice day, Nicholas. See you next week."
It was a sudden gut wrenching experience as Nick moved for the plastic bags, hands just brushing against Louis' who instantly pulled his back. It was almost as if they were the only two there in that brief moment before a brown-haired older looking gentleman cleared his throat behind Louis and Nick glanced at his watch to realize it was five minute past noon. "See you."
He managed to flag down a taxi once outside, listing off his address and leaning back against the seat cushion heavy with thought. "One of these days" was a blessing and a curse. He knew how much Louis had wanted to leave the job and find work elsewhere, do something he knew he could enjoy. They'd discussed it countless times whispering under their breath about how much Louis despised the job. He wanted to sing, Nick knew that. He wanted to be on X Factor, the chance to audition would be enough for him. He said he had a few videos on Youtube that Nick would never admit to searching for (albeit unsuccessfully) and loved everything about performing.
Nick knew that feeling, that desire to want something so bad for so long. The difference being that Nick actually achieved his long time goal of being the Radio 1 Breakfast Show host. It took a lot of hard work, but he was young and opportunity came a-knocking at the right time and place. He wanted to tell Louis to do it, to pull a Stan and quit right there and make a scene. He wanted Louis to audition for X Factor, to become successful and a star and perform to thousands across the globe.
But he also wanted to know that every Sunday he could come back at half past eleven with a list of ten items and be able to have a casual conversation with a cashier he just so happened to have very, very strong feelings for. Or what he assumed were very strong feelings. He'd never really felt this way so he wasn't sure what he was feeling.
So, yeah. One of these days was always the topic of conversation whenever Nick didn't pull a panic attack and think too much. Maybe he'd have his own one of these days, and one of these days he'd build up the courage to ask Louis for his number, for a proper date outside of Tesco where they had endless amount of time to talk about life.
#au where Liam is the small town boy who comes to the city to go to uni #he goes to class a lot and he does a lot of homework and drinks a lot of coffee #and there’s this boy that he sees a lot #he’s always walking home from the art building late at night and he’s always got these covered canvases with him #and bit by bit Liam finds out things about him #zayn malik one of the rich kids #his dad gave a lot to the school #liam scoffs because he’s probably one of those arrogant sons of a bitch #but then Liam starts to notice the way he doesn’t really talk to anybody #he’s kinda just known for his talent in painting #and the way he sometimes goes to the student bar #and he just sits there and talks to the little kid with all the energy #who never stops making out with his coworker with the curly hair #and one night Liam’s friend drags him to the bar #and Liam’s feeling all awkward #but he sits down at the bar #and behold there’s the snobby rich kid zayn #and he’s just sitting there with a sketchbook and some charcoal #even though it’s 10 pm on a thursday night #and liam watches as zayn draws all the details in his shot glass #and finally liam gets up and says hi to him #and then they never stop seeing each other #liam sees him all over campus sometimes sitting under a tree with a book #other times he’s with this girl with pink hair #and liam feels a twang in his heart cause maybe that’s his girlfriend #but they talk sometimes and liam is really tonguetied #and zayn kinda smiles at him all soft and puts his hand on liam’s arm #and after a while zayn starts to sit with liam in the library #and liam doesn’t notice but zayn is always watching him study #and then they just fall into each other
Ataxophobia (n.): the fear of disorder, chaos, or untidiness.
Upon entering University, Harry made sure that he was placed in a single occupancy dorm room. His quiet life of solitude is disrupted when one of the frat houses burns down. After the dean decides to split the frat brothers up into the dorms, Harry finds himself with a new roommate. A roommate, who is the exact opposite of Harry, who seems to exacerbate every problem Harry has. A roommate named Niall, who is going to be the cause of Harry’s inevitable downfall…
His eyelids are like sandpaper when he wakes the next morning.
Harry stares at his wall then looks down at his duvet, plush and warm around him. He thinks for a moment that he had been dreaming. It was a very strange, weirdly vivid dream where he had gotten a new roommate who both drove him crazy and kept him grounded, and there was a party and a kiss. He can still feel the pressure on his lips, and the way the boy’s arm fit around him protectively. He can hear the soft reassurances against his ear, hot breath and words sweeter than he ever deserved, but that’s not reality. It can’t be.
