Apr 24
bookshelf pick: bounty on her head
reading is my calm place.
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bookshelf pick: bounty on her head
reading is my calm place.
the quiet ones are never really quiet. they’re just choosing when to speak.
taking the story a little further.
writing prompt:
“i know he’s about to do something when he goes quiet.”
your words make it a world.
He kept his life hidden in the dark—Harry just happened to notice the light leaking out🌹
Tite:Stole My Heart, Kept the Pieces💋
By:Kissedbychaos2000✨
(Larry Stylinson — dark, quiet, mature — new fic in the making)
Summary:
Harry enters college yearning for solitude. Louis comes with problems he won't name, though he has an inkling with which he was conditioned and certainly doesn't know the full extent of it. They shouldn't have crossed paths, but the shadows surrounding them has a will of its own, pulling the boys closer to the same dark space.
🖤Prologue🖤
(quiet dark | tense | natural | enemies-to-lovers seed | no clichés)
Harry had planned to arrive early.
He liked the idea of being alone as he unpacked— to be able to settle into a space before it became the other person's.
A quiet start.
A fresh beginning. Something stable.
Harry had just folded his blanket when the door opened behind him.
A boy walked in. He kept walking, never looked inside the room, never considered that Harry was already standing there.
The boy was not aware of Harry's name yet. But Harry noticed the way the boy moved. Someone who didn't wait for someone else to say it was okay or be quiet, as if he didn't care about any of that.
He rammed his bag onto the empty bed, then dropped his jacket on the floor instead of on the hook next to it.
Harry tried being polite.
"....Uh....hi."
The boy didn't answer. He brushed past Harry—like he had purpose—and the edge of his shoulder bumped against Harry's arm.
"You're in the way," he said.
Harry immediately stepped to the side.
"Sorry."
"Didn't ask for you to say sorry—just move."
Harry exhaled from fatigue. He had not met someone with poor etiquette this quickly.
"You're my room mate," Harry tried again.
"Looks like it," said the boy, unenthusiastically.
"I'm Harry."
The boy didn't speak but made a noise, and he still hadn't made eye contact.
"What's your name again?" Harry offered as a conversational choice.
The boy slammed a drawer of the dresser with his hip to make noise, and then turned to look in the direction of Harry; it was more of a look over him than a look at him.
"Didn't say you could have that."
Harry blinked. "Right."
They both went to opposite sides of the room.
Harry folded a shirt he had already folded.
The boy opened the same drawer, closed it, opened it again, closed it again as though he needed to keep his hands busy.
The silence in the room was not comfortable.
It was not awkward.
It was tense. Heavy. As if the room itself was waiting to finish hearing a terrible story.
After a while, the boy crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall.
"Let's just make something clear," he said, "I am not into small talk. I'm not into bonding with my roommate. We just coexist and that is it."
Harry nodded. "Okay."
The boy raised an eyebrow, like Harry was annoying him for not being a challenge.
"You're easy."
"No.....I'm just not looking for a fight." Harry said thinly.
The boy scoffed.
"Too late."
Harry did not ask what that meant.
The boy did not offer an explanation.
They finished unpacking in the same heavy silence.
The boy never looked at Harry again.
And Harry was not sure whether that made things easier or more complicated.
The room did not feel quiet anymore.
Not in the way Harry had hoped.
It felt like the beginning of something Harry had not prepared for.