#hp teaser

[alivingfire]

that.... teaser.......

haha. dramatic, right? 

[alivingfire]

hiding place final ch. teaser

Harry stands outside the hotel room longer than he’d like to admit. He flips the keycard over and over and over, tries to match his breathing to the movement of his wrists.

“I shouldn’t do this,” Alberto had said as he’d opened the door to his room for Harry, but he knows Louis almost as well as the boys do by now, and even allowing Harry to be let up to his room was enough to let Harry know he was worried.

“Please, Al,” Harry had begged. “Please, let me see him. I know him, I know he’s not taking care of himself and I-” his voice breaks. “I’m not either. Please. One of us is going to break. Or both of us.”

“I shouldn’t,” Alberto replied again, but something had shifted in his tone.

“Please,” Harry whispered. “He’s hurting, Al, and I need to be there.”

That did it: Alberto handed over the key after pulling a promise from Harry that if Louis sincerely wanted him out, he’d leave and at least give them both time to cool down. Harry promised, but he doesn’t think it’ll come to that. It’s too poetic not to end all the waiting here.

Harry’s heart is hammering. It’s ridiculous that he’s worked himself up into this state, but he can’t help it. A storm has brewed and he’s at the center: he’s standing outside the exact place that once held all his most favorite memories and now holds the rickety uncertainty of his future. He swallows hard and flexes his hands. Summons his strength with a deep breath. He flips the card, flips it again, and slides it into the door lock.

Harry debates knocking but, well, it’s too late now. One more roll of his shoulders, and into battle.

Except the room is empty.

Not uninhabited; the bed is unmade (the right side, Louis’ side, while Harry’s side remains undisturbed) and there’s a small pile of clothes at the edge of the bed. The shower is running, pounding water the only sound behind the bathroom door. The room smells stale, tepid and desolate, and with only one weak lamp on in the corner it’s dark as a cave. Harry crosses to the balcony door and opens it, letting the cool night air sweep away the metaphorical cobwebs for a few seconds before closing it again to ward off the chill.

He flips on another lamp, and his breath stutters for a moment. Empty wine bottles are everywhere, at least a dozen, and littered between those are crumpled cigarette packs. No signs of food or water, nothing relatively close to sustenance a human needs to survive. Harry’s stomach rolls.

And the shower stops.

Harry sits gingerly at the end of the bed, his head bowed. Conflicting emotions crash through him; he’s angry at Louis for running without waiting for Harry, upset that he’s trying so hard to leave their relationship behind, worried at Louis’ sheer lack of self-preservation, terrified that he’s wrong about his assumptions, anxious that Louis will kick him out without letting him explain, and, the tiniest part of him, just so relieved that he found him. Nothing good has ever come from them being apart.

There’s rustling from within the bathroom, the sound of fabric over skin, the scrape of a razor. Harry’s breathing quickens.

The door opens, and out steps Louis.

And the breath is punched from Harry’s lungs.

[alivingfire]

oh my god????? that teaser, im so sad

#slightlyforgiven #LETMYCHILDRENLIVE

AWH poor Louis! I’m so sad for him! He doesn’t think he Harry’s soulmate either WHAT WHAT KIND OF STORY IS THIS. I feel like this is a personal hate crime against me.

I’m almost to the part where I can write happier things, but I’m not quite there yet. So the teasers gotta be sad, because I haven’t written anything else so far lol. But as soon as I get to a less angsty part, I’ll do another teaser that doesn’t make everyone think I’m the most evil person of all time. 

[alivingfire]

i take it back. we are not friends... #unfollowed #blocked #reported

How about a teaser? Will that make you forgive me? 

Alberto appears at Louis’ side, and Louis leans into him. “Wanna go home, Al,” Louis pleads, his eyes itchy like he’s facing down a hundred years of tears and a thousand sleepless nights and he’s already so, so tired.

“The car’s outside,” says Alberto’s low voice. “We can be back at the hotel in twenty minutes.”

“No, no,” Louis says, shaking his head so that it sloshes like all the liquid in his stomach. He clambers carefully off the barstool. “No, home. Take me home.”

“Your mom and sisters are here,” Alberto says. Louis is distracted by that for a fleeting second: what he wouldn’t give to be wrapped in Harry’s arms right now, but his mum is a close second.

But no. He can’t go to the hotel, Harry will be at the hotel. He can’t. “I can’t,” he mumbles. “Home, Al. Please.”

Alberto disappears for a second and Louis sways on his feet, counting shot glasses and the bigger ones lined up behind, the ones that had held his double whiskies and his Long Island Ice Teas before he’d drained those, too. His stomach rolls.

“I can get us tickets on the next flight to London,” Alberto says, pocketing his phone. “But we’ll need your passport from the hotel.”

“C’n you?” Louis slurs. The words are thick in his mouth. His eyelashes don’t want to open when he blinks. Alberto scoops him up, laying a hundred dollar bill on the bar top. “Sorry,” Louis apologizes to the bartender as he’s carried out the door and buckled into the backseat.

“Sorry,” he repeats, and he is. He’s so sorry.

He’s so sorry.

[alivingfire]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I WILL THROW YOU OUT A WINDOW! I W I L L T H R O W Y O U O U T A W I N D O W !!! YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT! #UNFOLLOWED #BLOCKED #REPORTED #U #R #DED #2 #MI

😆😆 I’m not saying it IS Taylor Swift. I’m saying that that’s possible. I didn’t put all this work in to give you an obvious ending!

[alivingfire]

But doesn't he have to be able to hear them clearly? like how does that work exactly if all those people scream his name, yeah he could probably hear them all as a collective but he definitely couldn't pick one out from the crowd. He could hear someone who says it into the microphone though through his in ear. Why doesn't he realize its louis?

He does have to hear them clearly, you’re right. But consider his mindset: he’s just Bonded, he runs offstage screaming in pain, he’s confused and scared, and management is trying to go into crisis mode around him. He can’t think about anything too clearly at the moment. 

Plus, who says it’s Louis? Even if he was talking into the microphone - which he might not have been - Harry easily could have still heard people from, at the very least, the first few rows of fans. Like, say, all those VIP fans who would sell their soul for him to Bond with him, and all the famous people coming to give their support. Like… Taylor Swift, maybe? Who knows? 😉

[alivingfire]

Imagine how Louis must feel! My poor babe! 😭 Why are the separated?

He’s dragged into a meeting by management as soon as he’s offstage. Shoulda put that as a disclaimer, that was probably confusing. 

But yeah, I am not being particularly kind to either of them right now. But the end is worth it! 

[alivingfire]

IS HE CONTEMPLATING LEAVING LOUIS FOR "WHOEVER" HE BONDED TO? PLEASE SAY NO!!

Happy ending, remember! I promise!