Author Spotlight : HappyPrincess
“Mhm,” Louis makes, and sneaks the hand at Harry’s side under her shirt, rubbing her thumb into her belly, teasing along the waistband of her jeans. “In front of all our friends? Right here?”
Harry whimpers and presses her face into the crook of Louis’ neck, kissing where she left off, probably deepening the mark that has been stuck there for days. They don’t actually fuck in front of their friends, even if the possibility has come up more than once and all five of them have expressed curiosity, but at the moment it’s a fantasy that gets them going like nothing else.
Or: Louis and Harry approach sexual discomfort by fantasising about being watched.
Dance Your Whimsical Pride
Harry is making Louis' heart all sparkly, Niall is a detective in self-training, Zayn is a dragon-fly, Liam hides a Sugar Mommy, and Louis just tries to find... something.
But it is noon and the clouds are sweeping across the sky, a breeze making the ride home pleasant and the short walk from the station bearable. And upon opening the box a white, inconspicuous letter has plunked to the floor. And the reason for Harry sinking against the cool walls is not drunkenness or exhaustion from work or a sneaking wariness of life, no. It’s the sending address. There is none. Just a name. In scrawny writing.
Love, Louis is what she zeroes in first. Love, Louis. A sob forms in her throat. She will be back, it says, Louis will be back. On the second of June. Waiting in front of the French café they used to work in during the late eighties, at midday, if it still stands, it says. If not, she will be waiting anyway, it says.
Or: It's been three decades since Harry had last seen Louis. She hasn't been coping too well, with being alone in a city that used to be their home, with taking care of herself, with finding her purpose in the world. It's summer now and the flowers are blooming all around her, throwing her back into memories she'd rather keep locked away. Of course, this is when the letter arrives.
credit to the owner of the manip
