Nov 24, 2015
The Same Ground
What if the one that got away came back?
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The Same Ground
What if the one that got away came back?
Anything You Ask And More
Louis knows that he's in love the second Harry begins speaking about the Bolsheviks.
(or, Louis is a History teacher & Harry is the fit curator that he desperately wants to mongol invade him, however many times Niall tells him he's a psychopath.)
I'm so happy Relief Next To Me has been updated, this has to be the best chapter so far **
Louis is the popular football player, there’s nothing he wants he can’t get.
He wants Harry, but Harry is not impressed.
(Where Harry gets to wear Louis’ letterman jacket, with a scowl on his face, whilst being secretly pleased about it)
The three of them have always been a unit, seamlessly pulling pranks to get revenge and keep life interesting. The last few months of sixth form bring about a lot of changes, however. Gemma refuses to let anything stop her from getting into her top-pick uni, Perrie second-guesses what makes her special, and Louis breaks the most common of friend codes: he falls for his best mate's little brother. A coming-of-age tale rife with sneaking around, late-night vandalism, first times, successes, and jealousy.
"Harry Styles is a poem waiting to happen, Louis thinks, eyes tracing peach flesh and the undercurrent of blue veins. He wants to write him all down, to capture the image of green eyes and red lips and skinny wrists... dark ink spilled across the page." or a vaguely Notting Hill-like AU (or that made for TV Disney movie Starstruck if you’ve seen it… no? Just me?) starring popstar!Harry and bookkeeper/soulful poet!Louis; and including guest appearances by fate, a wise elderly aristocrat, and lots and lots of pining.
Louis wanted to lie to avoid the ugly truth that he’d been drowning for months, months now, that even when they’d been in the privacy of their own flat he’d felt his heart skip a beat, nervous that someone somehow would find out.
Hiding his happiness and pretending for so long had made a part of him despise their relationship; despise the part of him that loved Harry.
He wanted to lie to protect the beautiful boy in front of him but he couldn’t do it anymore. If he was going to lose him anyway he might as well tell him the truth.
Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.