Brit's AU (The Kissing Game)
by hellolovers13
Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Lewis Capaldi | E | | 1,5k
tags: Crack, One Direction Reunion, Kissing
Lewis' quest to reunite One Direction via kiss
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Brit's AU (The Kissing Game)
by hellolovers13
Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Lewis Capaldi | E | | 1,5k
tags: Crack, One Direction Reunion, Kissing
Lewis' quest to reunite One Direction via kiss
read on AO3
Inspired by your last prompt, can you write a Hewis interaction after the kiss at the Brits please? <3
Hiii Ash,
hope this is kinda what you had in mind?
“So, how much trouble am I in, you reckon? Should I sleep with one eye open tonight, or order special bodyguards?”
Harry looked over the rim of his glass, where Lewis was sitting on the other side of the table. They were at one after party or another, Harry didn’t really remember. He knew he had won though. Every single award he’d been nominated for.
He’d thanked his team, then his mum, and the boys, too. And then he’d won again and kissed Lewis.
Funny.
They’d made a bet earlier, he and Lewis, if Harry won three awards they’d kiss.
“You’re fine. I’m the one in trouble.” Harry really couldn’t help the smile spreading over his face at that. He couldn’t wait to see what punishment Louis had in store for him. He’d received some promising texts already.
The thought alone made him wiggle in his chair. How long did he have to stay before it was okay to sneak home anyway.
“Good trouble, it seems.”
“Always. What about you? Or me? Should I worry?” Harry bit his lip in thought. He should get Niall a fruit basket. No, wait, something better. A card? Sorry I kissed your boyfriend on national television. Did they make cards like that?
“Please, as if Niall could ever be mad at you.”
Harry had lost part of the conversation already, but Niall not being mad sounded good to him.
Lewis took a sip from his own drink.“I should kiss Louis next. We’d come full circle then.”
“Hell no.” No one was doing any kissing on Louis. Except for him, of course.
Lewis giggled. “Yeah, alright. I start with Liam then.”
“Start what?”
“The reunion via kissing.”
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Hello Lover! Little prompt if you’d like 👉👈Harry’s coming home after Brits. Louis is waiting for him and he has something to say about a certain kiss that happened 😏😈
Hii Kacey, this didn't go as I had planned it, but hope you like it anyway. <3
Harry hated alcohol. He’d never have another sip in his life. God but he was an idiot. He should’ve stopped sooner.
He’d sneaked his way upstairs into their bedroom, slightly disappointed that all the lights were out and Louis was probably already sleeping. But when he opened the bedroom, Louis was sitting on their bed fiddling with his phone.
“Hi baby,” Harry grinned. The sight of his boyfriend still made his stomach flutter. He stepped closer, yearning for a kiss, but Louis raised his hand.
“Brush your teeth first.”
Oh.
Well he supposed that made sense, so he wasted no time doing exactly what Louis had asked. He had to say, he felt much better about himself once he emerged from the bathroom again.
This time, Louis pulled him down into a fierce kiss as soon as he stepped close. Harry struggled to keep himself upright, but Louis pulled and pulled until they were both lying halfway on top of each other.
“The things I could do to you right now.”
Harry nodded eagerly. Whole body on fire just from these simple words.
But just when he felt himself hardening in his trousers, Louis pushed him away onto his side. Harry whined needily, but Louis only shook his head.
“I had so many things planned for tonight. Wrote some of them to you, didn’t I?”
Harry nodded. It had all sounded so very promising. Him spread out on Louis’ lap, naked but for the cuffs and his blindfold, while Louis gave him a spank for every second he’d been kissing Lewis.
The thought alone made him moan and press his body closer to Louis wantonly.
Louis pushed him onto his back again. “Too bad you didn’t stop drinking when you had the chance.”
“Lou-”
“No baby, you know we don’t play when you’re drunk. You knew that and still didn’t stop.”
Fuck, nono he’d been looking forward to this so very much. “Please, please. I’m so green I promise we can-” He tried to grab for Louis, but wasn’t fast enough before Louis grabbed both his hands, pressing them down to the mattress.
“Stop it.”
“But-”
“No. Look at what a little slut you are, kissing other men, getting drunk and then coming home begging for a spanking.” Louis bent down and let his teeth scrap against Harry’s bottom lip. “Tell you what. If you want a spanking this badly, I might be persuaded to give you one tomorrow.”
Harry nodded vehemently. He knew begging for more tonight wouldn’t get him anywhere. Louis would not give in when Harry was drunk, so he couldn’t do more than wait it out.
“Alright. You just lie there then, yeah. All pretty for me? Let me come all over your pretty suit?”
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Sorry had another prompt 😅 how about one (or two) of the boys hiding when they realise Lewis is in the same venue?
Hiiiii, well this isn't quite what you were looking for but :D
It had become some form of game now. Ever since the last MTV Awards, where Lewis had somehow managed to get his award presented by none other than Liam.
Well, being the man of his word that he was, he’d kissed Liam before he could even hand over the trophy.
When the applause and laughter had finally died down and he could start his speech he had only four words to say.
“Zayn, Louis, you’re next.”
-
Somehow, by a sheer miracle that he couldn’t believe himself, he’d been invited to a very small, very indie party next. And what he saw there he could not believe.
Zayn.
The Zayn.
No way.
He was speaking to someone Lewis didn’t know, but Lewis knew basically no one here so that wasn’t surprising.
Now all he needed was a plan. And a good one, too. He wasn’t actually trying to kiss people that really didn’t want to, after all, so just going over there wasn’t the play.
What he didn’t anticipate was Zayn coming up in front of him.
“I know why you’re here.” Wow yeah, Zayn was most definitely prettier in person. Lewis felt his knees go a bit wobbly. Niall’s warning had certainly not been enough.
“Uhm, yeah, well.”
“What are you waiting for then.” Zayn raised an eyebrow at him.
Lewis was not gonna let this chance pass and pulled Zayn into a dry kiss.
He saw the flash of a camera, documenting his achievement and pulled away. Four down, one to go.
-
He should’ve known that little fucker Tomlinson would be the hardest one to track down. In theory, it should’ve been easy. This was already their third award show together, but somehow, he’d never managed to get in kissing territory.
The closest he came was almost kissing Louis’ PA Oli, which, well that would not reunite One Direction now, would it.
This time, he’d come with a plan, though.
Well, he came with a Harry. A Harry who had promised to make sure Louis would stay put during Lewis’ first acceptance speech.
He should probably have anticipated that both Harry and Louis would be missing during the whole thing, but at least Harry had a sheepish glint in his eyes and an apology on his lips when they next met. Seduced then, and not downright betraying Lewis. He could deal with that.
The only problem was, he was running out of options. He’d tried sneaking over to Louis’ table twice now, but both times the other man had simply vanished into thin air.
It was already time for the last award of the night, and Lewis wasn’t nominated.
Oh.
Oh, but Louis was.
Well, fate had brought him Zayn’s tasty lips, maybe it would give him Louis’ too.
It took far too long for every nominee to be announced. And then another decade until they opened the bloody envelope.
“And the winner is…… Louis Tomlinson.”
Bingo!
He’d never seen someone be so elected and scared at the same time. Slowly, he made his way to the stage, sneaking closer and closer and stopping only a few centimetres from the podium, waiting patiently for Louis to finish his speech.
Louis finally did and, with a loud sigh, turned to Lewis.
“You won, then.”
Lewis smiled wildly and puckered his lips.
He could get used to this kissing One Direction thing. Maybe he should mention it to Niall.
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Sooooo I know you're as obsessed as I am but like, can you write a tiny lil thing on Niall calling Lewis a bitch? With a cherry on top?
Well this is, erm, something at least, ig.
Have fun 🍒
Niall closed the door to their hotel room and pinched Lewis’ arm. “You’re a lil bitch, you know that?”
Lewis pushed his hand away and stepped out of Niall’s reach. “Think you got the wrong b-word there.”
“Ya think? Doesn’t feel like it right now.” He leaned back against the door and raised an eyebrow at Lewis, who just grinned gleefully.
“And why’s that?”
“You know why.” Niall tried his best not to pout. He wasn’t seriously that upset and didn’t want to turn the mood between them sour with his teasing.
Lewis shrugged, pulling off his coat and hanging it over the back of a chair. “You told me not to do anything you wouldn’t do.”
“And so that meant, what? That you can go around kissing other men?”
“Well, it was only one man. And it’s nothing you haven’t done before, is it? With that exact same man, too.”
Niall’s cheeks heated, which was hilarious given they both knew it was true. “Alright, alright, babe.”
“Better,” Lewis nodded.
“Buttercup?”
That made Lewis laugh out loud and he took a little spin while singing. “Why do you build me up? Buttercup baby, just to let me down. And mess me around and then worst of all-”
Niall giggled and pulled Lewis back into his arms. “Baby.”
Lewis just hummed in agreement.
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Hi! Your Lewis kiss posts are really clever and funny - just what we need around here right now! I keep thinking about Zayn being the last one, and Lewis getting obsessed with finding him just on principle, and Lewis going spy/ninja level to get to Zayn on the farm, and when Zayn answers the door he has ZERO idea who Lewis is. 🙂 I know this might not be a good prompt or anything, but just wanted to share I guess. Thanks!
awww that's really sweet of you to say. Thank you so much. Happy to hear you're enjoying them.
Your idea sounds amazing. Sadly, I already wrote the kissing Zayn part yesterday. It's a bit hard to find on tumblr, so I posted them all to AO3 now, too.