#louis os

[5ds5fantasies]

thank you.

I was raising my hand for the last time before the music felt like it was fading out. Everything seemed to get a bit more numb and it’s like I was leaving stage in slow motion. My look glared over to one of the boys who only gave me a short nod and started running.

My heart started pumping and I followed him through the corridors of an arena I have never been in. I stopped abruptly and followed everyone into the dressing room, getting shoved a bit and grabbed my bag, changing in a fresh shirt and getting dragged back out the room to run to the car, waiting to get us back to the hotel and to the airport for a few of us. I jogged past everyone, waved to the crew and disappeared in the black Mercedes that would drive me to the hotel.

I’ve been checking my phone all day after you promised you’d be here later. Waited for the text that said you’re there and waiting. I can’t even begin to describe how bad my heart started racing as I checked it again when I sat into the car and there you were. A simple „I’m here.“ that would safe me. My lips lifted a bit.. they lifted till my cheeks hurt from smiling and I turned my head to watch everyone slap on the windows and scream at the car as we drove out.

I lifted my hand and waved, looked at the faces, so many of them and wondered about their stories for a second. The noise level in the car rose as the lads started talking about the show, getting enthusiastic but I stayed silent and waited. My palms were sweaty, can you believe it?

As soon as the car stopped I jumped out and rushed into the hotel. I even took the stairs because I’ve been too impatient to wait for the elevator.

When I pushed the hotel room door open the first thing I saw was the tv running and I smiled because you’re probably the last person on this planet to watch black and white movies. I walked over and the look on your face when your eyes met mine made me feel more at home than anything else ever has. You sat up and I had to look at you for a moment.

I remembered those lips, eyes.. your skin under my fingertips. Still kills me how beautiful you are. Without loosing another second I dropped my bag and walked over, pulling you over the bed into my arms. I know it may have been a little harsher than I intended it to be but you have to forgive me I couldn’t wait I suppose.

„Hey baby.“ I whispered and buried my face into your hair. Same shampoo. I smiled. I pulled my face back an inch and looked at you, smiling at me like I was the air you breathe, like I was the only thing that could ever make you happy. „How was your flight?“ I could feel my fingers running through your hair and my thumb stroking over your cheek soft. God you’re so fragile sometimes. Sometimes I’m scared to crush you. But then I remember how strong and powerful you are. What a lovely strong woman you’ve become.

I remember how your lips moved when you told me about that one screaming kid on the plane and I remember every tiny smirk and joke you pulled. I’m so happy to have you. You pulled me over onto the bed and though I told you I had to shower twice, you just didn’t mind. Because you love me.

I pulled you in on my chest the way I always did, every time you needed it. Every time you needed me. Breathing you in, just being with you. We talked about my shirt I forgot at your place. The one you „accidentally“ forgot at home and I remember how I thought about sneaking in a freshly worn one into your suitcase so you could sleep in it at night.

Only the „I love you“, you whispered ripped me out of my thoughts and when I looked down I saw the most beautifully shining eyes I have ever seen. I brushed my fingers over your cheek and smiled „I love you too. Thank you for flying over.“

With a nod you tucked me under and I know that I should’ve been the one holding you. I should’ve been strong and broad around you but I’m so weak when you’re close. You make me feel like I could rule the world and like I was so so small at the same time.

Thank you for showing me what love is. Thank you for loving me. Thank you.

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 -  liz 

[thedeniallriver]

You and Louis are partners in crime at school (aka double trouble takes Algebra)

Member: Louis

A/N: School AU

As soon as the teacher calls for your class to start 'quietly working' through the text book, you know something is bound to happen.

"Psst! (Y/N)!" Louis hisses.

You roll your eyes and turn back in your chair to glare at him over your shoulder. His brown hair is styled nicely today and he's undone the top few buttons of his shirt which somehow increases his attractive charm. He's grinning too, mischievous and cheeky and-

You need to stop crushing on your best friend/partner in crime, you think to yourself.

"I don't mean to interrupt your search for X but I've just had the BEST idea."

You frown. "What? Tell me."

Louis shoots a meaningful look towards the teacher at the front of the room and then raises his eyebrows at you. You nod, understanding, and tear a blank page from your exercise book.

'What,' you scribble, 'tell me.'

You pass the paper back to him discretely but he clears his throat and you turn back around.

'Pen.' He mimes.

You hold in a laugh and give him a spare pen. Trust Louis to forget....

You can hear your pen scratching on the paper behind you. You can even almost see, in your mind's eye, Louis' tongue poking out as he concentrates on writing.

Finally, a piece of paper flies forward and lands on your desk. You open it slowly, checking to see if anyone else was looking. It's fine; no one noticed. You allow yourself to sigh and then read the note.

'I distract; you carry out. Plan: disrupt via Mass Class Destruction. Time: er, what's the time? Never mind. Now.' You snort and nod your head slightly; enough of a sign for Louis to know you've read and understood the note. 

You and Louis have always swapped between distraction and execution; it makes it harder for them to blame either of you when you're both constantly changing it up.

Louis stands up suddenly, breaking your (and everyone else in the room's) train of thought. Then he runs to the front of the classroom with a pained expression on his face and yells 'SOMETHING BIT ME ON THE ARSE!'

The teacher glares at Louis and the class are all laughing. Subtly, you gesture for Louis to take the action outside before walking slowly to the side of the room.

'QUICK, MRS SMITH, GET IT OFF!' He cries, dancing around.

Mrs Smith gasps and glares and points to the door. Louis begs her to come outside with him and the class is laughing with disbelief because Louis Tomlinson has done a lot of mental things but this one takes the cake.

Mrs Smith reluctantly agrees to accompany Louis outside to 'get it off' but warns the class harshly of repercussions if the work is not done.

As soon as the teacher leaves the class, you move.

Silently, you rearrange the desks (to the chagrin of the more serious students) so that all the desks are facing diagonally. 

You take chalk from the front of the room, crush it up with your shoe and then sprinkle some on the teacher's chair. You hear the teacher coming and quickly take cover behind an innocent student near the front of the room. You work your face into a mock-surprise.

The teacher sees the desks and sighs, shakes her head and collapses into her seat before anyone can warn her.

A puff of chalk emerges.

The teacher turns until her eyes are on you and then she glares.

You pretend to be innocent but it's a difficult task considering that almost everyone in the classroom is looking at you too.

"(Y/N)!" The teacher says, voice dangerously low, "you can join Tomlinson in detention."

You hold back your smile and bow as though finishing some grand performance. Then you skip out of the classroom and join Louis who is waiting outside. 

"That went well." He grins.

You roll your eyes. "Something bit your arse?"

"I was improvising!" He huffs indignantly.

You don't know how or why you're in love with this boy but for some reason you are. You sightly nudge him in the ribs. "Got any plans for detention?"

[thedeniallriver]

Personal one-shot for Jade [requested]:

Member: Louis

Jade checks her phone and then checks it again. He’s late. He’d better have a great excuse for this one… It’s the day of her first ever exhibition at the local art gallery. Pieces of Jade’s soul hang around the room for everyone to experience and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, she’d appreciate it if her boyfriend could show up on time. “About time,” she mutters as Louis enters, though she can’t stop the grin that spreads across her face. He’s got a big bunch of flowers for her, as well as a suspicious looking CD case. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he kisses her cheek and hands her the presents, “it took me ages to find the place.” Jade smells the flowers and smiles. “Louis, they’re amazing. Thank you.” “You deserve every beautiful flower in the world,” Louis smiles back at her. “What’s this?” Jade looks at the CD. “It’s a mix tape of songs that remind me of you. I thought you might like it.” Jade embraces Louis in a tight hug and he holds her just as enthusiastically.  “Come on,” she says after a moment, “I’ll introduce you to some of the people around here.” Louis mock pouts. “Hang on, I want to see your artwork first!” Jade chuckles. “Okay, fine. Enjoy the exhibition, Mr Tomlinson.” Louis kisses Jade on the cheek once more before wandering around the gallery, looking at all the pieces of Jade’s soul. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

[thedeniallriver]

Personal one-shot for Christina [requested]:

Member: Louis

Request notes: “One of the boys sees me dying.”

Christina is alone. The sun has just set, the air is a perfect shade of murky blue. It's just enough cold to make her fiddle with her cardigan but not enough to make her shiver. The concrete pavements are rough and grey, just like the evening sky above her head. Just like the rain clouds gathering. She breathes deeply as though her lungs have never tasted oxygen before. If it's even possible, she feels drunk on air. She's happy. Let the rain come down, she thinks. Let the world stop. I'm happy. *** "Chrissy-" Louis opens the bedroom door as he has grown accustomed to doing every day. Sure, Christina was dating him, but she was friends with all of them, really. They were all just one big happy family. "Any of you seen Chrissy?" Louis calls from his lover's abandoned room. "She said she was going out or something..." Niall replies. "Did she say when she'd be back?" Louis frowns. "No." Niall answers. "Although, she went out later this afternoon and.... It's almost 9pm." Louis knows something's happened but he doesn't want to believe it so he allows himself the pleasure of ignorance. The calm before the storm, he thinks, as the rain holds its breath, waiting to pummel the roof. *** "Where is she?" He practically screams. Louis may be her girlfriend, but Zayn was her friend first. He introduced her to the band. "Mr Malik, please-" "He said, where is she?" Harry hisses. "You better bloody answer him....." "Please, calm down!" The nurse snaps. "She's in a critical condition, you can't-" "Please...." It's Liam's turn to beg now. He and Christina got on like two peas in a pod. She was his partner in crime. "Please...." He repeats. The nurse hesitates and then frowns. "One at a time, okay?" Obviously, Louis goes in first. He's trying to keep the flood gates closed but the rain is beating down outside, he can see it through the hospital windows. He can hear it, along with the sound of his heart, practically thumping out of his chest. Louis knows what happens next. And yet, he still enters her room in the ER.  And yet, he is still shocked when the nurse quietly says "You have an hour to say goodbye." *** "What happened?" Niall asks a doctor who is holding a clipboard. It could be red or green or blue. Perhaps it doesn't even exist at all. He can't think anymore, and frankly, he doesn't care. "She was hit by a truck. Hit and run, we think. She's still conscious but she's... fading." The doctor says sadly. "We thought she would be quite resilient but...." "You were wrong." Louis croaks from Christina's bedside. "You were all fucking wrong, weren't you? I loved her! I... I still do love her...." "I love her too." Niall sighs. "We all fucking love her, Louis. We just... I don't believe it." "You don't believe it?" Louis scoffs drily. He blames himself but he can't admit to that, so instead, he blames everyone else. It's easier, it's cleaner. It's the only way he knows how. "Yeah, mate. I don't believe this is happening." "Well it is." Louis snaps. "You have a problem with it, you can leave-" "Stop..." Christina murmurs. "Please, stop..." "Chrissy, can you hear me?" Louis' voice drops to a whisper. "Can you hear me?" "Mum... Dad...." Christina mutters. "Where are they-" "They're fine." Louis presses his lips to Christina's head and pulls back. Everything is bruised and there's dry blood on her arms and torso but Louis can't bring himself to care. Nothing matters except her. "They're fine, Chrissy." Louis repeats. "They're at home watching telly or something." The truth is, Louis hasn't told them. They live quite far from the hospital and.... he just hasn't had time. "Louis?" She breathes. "Is that you?" "Yeah, it's me." Men don't cry, he thinks to himself, as tears track down both his cheeks. Niall is there somewhere but Louis can't think about that right now. He has to think about Chrissy. "Louis, I'm sorry.... Where's everyone...." "We're here." Harry's voice sounds behind Louis. "We're all here, Chrissy. We're always here." Louis glances behind him briefly and sees Liam, Niall and Harry standing in a close huddle. Zayn has distanced himself from them but his eyes are focused intently on Christina. "Louis, I don't feel too good...." Christina moans. "I think I need some painkillers or something. My head.... It's killing me...." Louis' hand squeezes Christina's. His brain can't help but hope. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows how this will end. Lightning hits the pavement outside, lighting up the hospital window for a second. "The truck, he hit me...." Christina sobs. "He hit-" "Shh." Louis' cheeks are salty and wet with tears. "Shh, Chrissy, just rest. It's over now. It's all over." Christina nods and sighs. Louis notices her heart rate fall. It dips too low for his liking.  He stands up and walks away. He can't do this. He just can't. *** "What the hell are you-" Zayn starts. "Go away." Louis warns. "I swear to God, leave me alone-" "You can't walk out on her!" Zayn yells. "You can't! You think you're the only one who cares about her? You think you're the only one who loves her? I would have died for her, you arrogant-" "She's my girlfriend!" "I was in love with her too!" The words are out before Zayn can stop them. Louis gapes. "You..." "We'll talk about this later," Zayn sighs, "but right now, you need to be there for her." "You love her." Louis frowns. "Why don't you go?" "Because she wants you." Zayn states simply. This leaves Louis silent for a while. He finally nods. "Give me a minute." *** Her heart rate has dropped drastically. Her health is declining. The doctor is saying "get her on life support! Anything! We can save her!" A nurse shakes his head. Another nurse shakes her head as well. The doctor bites his lower lip. There's nothing they can do. Louis is kneeling next to Christina.  "Louis?" she breathes. "Yeah. I'm here." his voice is barely audible. "I'm here now." "Louis I-" she splutters. Death is never graceful. Death is never easy. "I love you, Chrissy." Louis whispers in her ear. Chrissy smiles weakly. "Thanks. Thanks for everything." He eyes flutter shut. Christina breathes once; then breathes no more.