Anon: Wish you’d write a fic where they get super powers a la “Misfits” - featuring the discovery of said powers 💥 💖
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Wild Cards (They don’t know about us)
“What the hell do we do?” Niall falls against the door separating the back lounge from the rest of the bus. “We’re in the middle of tour and America for Christ’s sake. We can’t exactly go hide in the woods until we fix this.”
“Least no one notices yours,” Zayn groans, flopping onto the sofa, elbows on knees as he scrubs his hands over his face. “Try accidentally rewinding time so the rest of you are back in the verse and I’m in the middle of the chorus.”
“S’that why you skipped two measures?” Niall asks, surprised.
Liam snorts. “I must’ve been too busy trying to stop the rest of my body from disappearing like my hand to notice that.”
“No one noticed because everyone was too busy gawking at the fucking boner Hazza gave me in the middle of Kiss You.” Louis drops on the edge of the sofa closest to Harry as the bus pulls out of the lot. He can already see the comments, like he’s some pre-teen so infatuated he can’t control himself. “Really could’ve used your invisibility for meself, Payno.”
“Because you touched me!” Harry shakes his head, his defenses already crumbling. “That wasn’t my fault.”
Louis’s heart twists at the distress in Harry’s voice. Losing the physical connection with Harry has been the worst. He’s prepared to wank twenty times a day if it means keeping Harry’s embrace. “Think people will start talking if you and I suddenly stop touching, Haz. What am I supposed to do? Suddenly remember to stay away from you?”
“Hello! I was turning invisible!” Liam waves his arms, nearly smacking Zayn. “Unlike you lot, there’s no way to hide when you’re suddenly disappearing!”
“Fucking irony there,” Zayn mutters.
The bus jerks over a bumpy stretch of road, knocking Louis from his spot. His hand flies out towards Harry.
“Don’t!” Harry launches off the sofa. With nothing to brace, Louis topples into the cushions in an awkward mess of limbs. He rights himself to find Harry watching him, open pain in his eyes.
Harry turns to Niall, frowning. “Seriously?”
Louis sighs, unable to help the slump in his shoulders. Whatever the reason, Harry flinging himself away like Louis’s a fucking STD still hurts. He crosses his arms over his chest and focuses on Niall too. “Couldn’t you at least fucking say it for all our brains to hear?”
“I didn’t mean for Harry to hear me! I’ve only been telepathic for three days, you know, same as the rest of you.” Niall shudders, grabbing his guitar and clutching it like it’ll protect him. “You have no idea the shite fans were thinking during the signing. I don’t need images like that of you lot.”
Liam digs his fingers into his temple then motions at the four of them. “If anyone finds out about us, we’re fucked.”
Zayn lifts his head, throwing a hand towards Louis. “How the hell did you manage to get out of this? You were on the bus same as us when that lightning struck. You seriously haven’t noticed anything different? Nothing at all that could help us?”
Louis digs his nails into his arms to stop from curving inwards at the accusation in Zayn’s voice. “Besides learning how fucking fast I can pop a stiffy? Not a damn thing. No rewinding time, no brain talking, no invisibility, no touch me and you’ll get horny as fuck. Just,” he waves at himself to hide the hitch in his voice, “me.”
This doesn’t make sense. If he’s the lucky one, then why does something feel so very wrong?
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(Ah, writing a drabble with OT5 was such a fun challenge! Not exactly the moment of discovery of all their powers, but I definitely enjoyed this! For some reason setting it in canon just screamed YES.)
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