aaaaaaah HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ASIA!!!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖 it's been SUCH A JOY getting to know you these past months! you are SUPER LOVELY, and EQUALLY FUNNY, and i hope you have THE BEST DAY and A NEW YEAR of your life!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY FRIEND!!! 🥂💐🤗🎂🎈🎉 (ALSO while i'm a Known Mustache Bully, i hope harry gets photographed sporting it in some killer outfit again soon so you get to call her HER anyway, and so dumb ppl can foam at their mouths a bit more about their limited ideas of gender :') )
(or, you know, call mustache!harry them. anything that would bring you joy, and piss some people off. 😈😚)
!!!!! the most joy actually comes from unironically calling him a man and watching how they're incapable of processing the complexities of gender (is mustache!harry a woman? yes but she's also a man, and both, and neither 😌)
"If I die, I'm haunting you first" or "People are staring", please!!! 💞
Thank youuuu ❤️❤️ This is a continuation of this.
It had been a week since Louis’d had his on camera debut, and he still hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched every time he stepped out of the flat. It was a prickling on the back of his neck that nagged at him and made his face flush. The first time he’d gone out, after, he hadn’t been able to look the cashier at Sainsbury’s in the eye. He didn’t know how Harry managed, if he was honest. Louis hadn’t even shown his face (only his dick, and like, sporadically, when it wasn’t inside Harry’s mouth) but he’d arched into it, and he’d groaned and made all sorts of embarrassing noises that he had to muffle against a fluffy cushion.
Harry’d made noises, too. They’d vibrated against Louis and made him tingle everywhere. He’d blown him like no one had ever done before, but all Louis had been able to concentrate on was on keeping his face out of frame. When he came, it took him by surprise, and he was so stressed out he couldn’t even allow himself to fully enjoy it.
Harry hadn’t taken his clothes off. Louis still wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want Louis to see him naked (which, unfair) or if it was something his watchers had requested. Still, when Harry had dropped on top of him and started rutting against the mattress between Louis’ legs, it took every bloody ounce of self-control for Louis not to take the cushion off his face for a peek, even if he knew Harry was fully-clothed.
He didn’t relax until Harry told him the stream was off, and when he was finally able to see again, Louis nearly came again just from seeing Harry all rumpled and pink and with a wet stain on the front of his joggers.
He’d excused himself and booked it to his own room.
Louis didn’t think he’d be able to look at Harry again. He started worrying about having to move out, about it being so unbearably awkward he wouldn’t be able to ever be confortable in their flat again. But then the next day, Harry acted as if nothing had ever happened. He greeted Louis with a smile in the morning as usual and offered him one of his odd-tasting organic muffins he liked to bake sometimes. Louis stared at his lips all through breakfast, but that wasn’t new, and Harry had never minded when he caught Louis staring, so. Everything was fine.
Louis had just started to feel a bit better about the whole thing when a disaster happened - he found himself in a sex shop with Harry.
Louis had only ever been inside an actual sex shop a couple of times, mostly to buy gag gifts for friends and discreetly ogle at some of the weirder toys. He’d never come in to one to buy something for himself because he did his naughty shopping online, like regular people. He knew for a fact Harry bought his stuff online, too, but apparently this particular item had been sent to the store for pick-up, and they’d been out for their monthly grocery run anyway, so there Louis was, trailing behind Harry as he browsed for dildos while the shop attendant looked for his order.
“People are staring,” Louis mumbled when Harry held up and terrifying-looking contraption. Harry gave him a look, like he couldn’t understand what Louis’ deal was. Louis felt he was entitled to feel a little bit weird about shopping for sex toys with a flat mate whom he barely knew (but had sucked his cock in front of a camera).
“No one is staring, Lou. Everyone is here for the same thing, aren’t they?”
No, that wasn’t true. He’d spotted a group of barely-eighteen kids huddled at the back who were there solely for the purpose of judging shoppers and taking cellphone pictures of them holding the strangest items. He knew, he’d been one of them not that long before.
“Can’t you just browse online like the rest of us?”
“I like to see the products for myself before buying them. I’ve messed up with sizes before, and some shops don’t have their entire catalogues online, they-”
“Alright, but do you need to hold everything like that?” Louis jerked his chin to where Harry was holding the dildo they way he would a real cock that was sitting in front of him. It was a sample product, so it wasn’t even in its box. It was…a picture.
“Yeah, what if it’s too big for my hands?”
Louis gave Harry’s boat-sized hand a pointed look and felt a little thrill when Harry laughed.
“I don’t want to waste money on stuff I can’t use,” Harry said, and Louis sighed.
Luckily, the attendant called out to them a moment later, and Harry made his way to the front to get his mysterious package. He added a little case of different flavored lube and Louis threw in a couple of condoms from a bowl next to the till - they were supposed to glow in the dark, and Harry paid for them without a word.
They weren’t even back in the car before Louis broke.
“Alright, what did you get? What’s this very special order that took a whole month to get here? I think I deserve to know.”
Harry smiled, but it looked a little shier than usual. His cheeks even went pink, and Louis had only seen that one time, when Harry’s lips had still looked sticky with his come.
“I’m opening it on camera,” Harry said. “So you’ll have to wait.”
“You’ll make me pay to watch you open that?” Louis asked, both incredulous and turned on by the idea of watching Harry at work.
“I guess you can sit in, like, behind the camera,” Harry said, giving Louis a little sideways look. “If you want.”
“Oh,” Louis breathed, mouth suddenly dry. “Um, yeah, I guess I can.”
If his dad said something about his clumsiness, Harry didn’t hear it. All he could hear was his own heart beating in his ears, his palm pressed to the spot on his arm Louis had touched last.
[insert prompt here] — person A or person B feels like snacking and there are no snacks that they want around and the other person is there to witness their tantrum
Kasia, how??? I literally have a scene like that already written from back when I started working on the two dogs story akdhlf
Harry closed the last set of cupboards in the kitchen with as much of a bang as he ever allowed himself. With his jaw clenched tight, he threw his head back and sighed as dramatically as possible.
“No luck?” asked Louis, sitting at the island and hiding his smile behind his cup of tea. Harry’d been home for all of twenty minutes and he was already being a brat. Louis should’ve kept a record of every little tantrum - maybe if he showed it to Harry he’d realise how ridiculous he was when he got like this.
“I swear I left a full bag before I left,” he said. “A whole bag.”
“You’ve been gone over a month,” Louis pointed out, and Harry turned to him. His scowl was quite impressive.
“Did you eat them?”
“I’d never,” Louis said, hand on his chest.
“You’ve had people over?”
“You’ve been gone over a month, Harry,” Louis said again, trying not to roll his eyes too obviously. “You’d rather I start talking with the walls or something?”
Harry made no effort to hide his own eye-roll. His nostrils flared as he huffed, and he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked silly with that pout still pulling at his lip, and tired, still in his wrinkled aeroplane clothes, hair greasy and pushed off his face by one of those plastic clips Louis was always stepping on around the house.
“I thought about those fucking crisps during the whole flight,” Harry said.
“Don’t know what to tell you, darling,” Louis replied, unbothered.
“Maybe you should tell your guests not to snoop in my kitchen.”
“Maybe you should hide your snacks better if you don’t want your sister to find them in our kitchen, sweetheart.”
Harry’s scowl deepened and Louis bit at his lips to keep from grinning. It always took Harry a few days to come down after he’d been away for work. Too many people spent their days bending over backwards to please him when he was out there being Mr Harry Styles TM, and no matter how hard Harry tried to keep himself grounded, the attention always eventually went to his head.
It was good for him that Louis gave him a hard time, really.
24: First book(s) you remember being obsessed with
The original Goosebumps series in the 1st grade all the way through 3rd or 4th grade!
28: An ending you wish you could change
This is fresh in my mind because of a gif set a few days ago but The Secret Garden!! I watched the movie a lot as a kid and then as a teen I read the book and (spoilers!!) Colin learns to walk and it ends??? And Mary is not the protagonist anymore all of a sudden? We don’t get to know about her feeling loved and trusting adults and having a family that loves her and pays attention to her???? Awful.
is your birthday today??? if it is, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, friend!!!!! 💖🥂🎈🎉🍰 despite, like, Everything. i hope the rest of the year manages to make the happenings of the current timeline UP for you! may it still turn out to be a good one 💞💞💞 happy birthday, Romina!!!
Thank you so much Kasia!!! This is such a heartfelt message and like it applies to everyone considering our world circumstances but I REALLY feel it close to my heart and life right now so it’s super super nice and kind of you!! ♥♥♥
Harry startles and turns towards the voice, his drink spilling over his knuckles.
“What?”
“What’s with the look? Your scaring your guests,” Niall says, sliding along the bar to perch himself next to Harry. He’s on what Harry assumes is his third pint. He’s definitely been hanging around the bar area plenty, and Harry would know - he’s on his fourth cocktail himself.
“No one’s paying attention to me,” Harry mumbles against the rim of his glass, and Niall snorts.
“Bitter drunk, are you?”
Harry sips at his drink, refusing to reply. First of all, he is barely drunk. And second of all, he has every right to be bitter. No one likes being ignored at their own party. Especially being ignored by their co-host, who is too busy networking and touching people’s shoulders to come over and touch Harry’s shoulder, the only shoulder he should be touching, actually, since-
“You’re looking creepy again, mate,” Niall says and Harry ignores him. He’s glad Niall made it to the event - he’s one of the few friends him and Louis have in common these days, and he’s usually a laugh - but right now Harry’s attention is entirely focused on a spot all the way across the room.
Louis is laughing at something, head thrown back, the people around him all smiles. It’s usually a lovely sight, but Harry’s feeling a little dizzy and he would very much like to be leaning on his husband for balance instead of the bar.
“Am not,” he says, maybe a bit belatedly, but everything feels kind of draggy right now, his head can only focus on so much, and whatever small talk Niall is trying to make is not it.
“You could go over and hang off his neck, I don’t think he’d mind.”
Harry knows that, but he also knows there are several steps between him and Louis and he’s wearing heeled boots with slippery soles. At a regular party, Harry wouldn’t mind being a little sloppy and embarrassing. But this is work, for the most part, and it’s important that he doesn’t do anything stupid at least until after midnight.
The bar is on top of a raised platform, a perfect place for Harry to survey the crowd. The venue is one he and Louis know well; Harry is friends with the owner and they book it every time they host one of these things. Tonight’s overall theme is more subdued than usual, but it’s still a party - music is loud, people are dancing, and Harry’s trying to make sure everyone’s having a good time.
Niall nudges him with his elbow.
“Slow down, mate,” he says, and has the nerve to reach out and take Harry’s half-empty glass away. “You don’t want to get sick in front of this lot.”
No, Harry’d rather not get sick in front of Louis’ friends and colleagues. He doesn’t even consider it as a way to make Louis look his way, not even for a second. He’s got more pride than that.
Just then, Louis looks up, and their eyes meet from opposite sides of the room.
Harry feels himself go warm all over, slumping back against the bar. Louis smiles at him, a little sly, before looking away, and Harry can’t help the churn of disappointment in his belly. He stares as Louis finally takes his leave from the group that’s been keeping him trapped, and watches as Louis makes the rounds, stopping every time someone brushes against him to get his attention, taking drinks from the trays passing by only to hand them over to someone else. He watches him chat and laugh and exchange business cards with an ease that makes Harry a little envious.
Their networking tactics are very different from each other. Then again, they work in very different industries. Harry is all friendly charm, relaxed lunch dates and instagram follows. Louis is more strategic - he likes negotiating and he likes talking business, but he’s still charming enough he makes people feel comfortable with little effort.
Harry can see everyone Louis talks to falling for him and it makes him both proud and ridiculously angry.
Eventually, Louis reaches the bottom of the platform. He looks up at Harry with knowing eyes, his face lit up with intermittent blue and pink lights. He holds his hand out, and Harry takes it and lets Louis guide him down the narrow steps.
“Felt you needed help getting down from there,” Louis says into Harry’s ear, his hands firm on Harry’s sides, and Harry’s glad Niall took his drink because now his own hands are free to slide around Louis’ shoulders. He sways from side to side, finally starting to feel that fourth drink, and Louis sways with him, completely out of synch with the beat of the music pulsing around them.
“You don’t have to stay,” Louis tells him. “I know this isn’t your crowd.”
Offended, Harry squeezes Louis harder.
“Your crowd’s my crowd,” he mumbles into Louis’ neck.
“You’re already plastered, aren’t you,” Louis laughs.
“Only ‘cause you’ve been ignoring me.”
“One of us had to play good host.”
Harry scoffs - once alcohol started flowing, people stopped caring about manners. Louis could have easily disappeared for the rest of the night and no one would have noticed. Of course, the whole point of the event is to be noticed, but Louis could have stayed with him is what Harry’s saying.
As if reading his thoughts, Louis drags his hands down Harry’s back to his arse.
“Don’t think anyone will notice if I’m gone for thirty minutes or so, though,” he says and Harry immediately starts moving. He takes Louis’ hand and makes towards the loos - surprisingly steady on his feet. If Louis says thirty minutes, he means thirty minutes, and Harry’s not letting anyone waste their time by intercepting them to drag Louis into another conversation. Not before Harry can show him how much he appreciates his networking skills in private, at least.
