I very recently crossed 100k for the first time in the fic I'm writing for @onedirectionbigbang which I have not stopped bragging about ahaha I am going insane writing it. Anyway, it's only got a couple more chapters left, and I realised I never announced the name of the fic.
Its called slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers and it's out on 25th of May with art by the lovely @haztobegood and I just thought maybe I should share another little snippet to promo it a bit hehe. So here it is.
Alex giggles as he places the crown on top of Rory’s head. “You once said I'm like a sunflower. So that made me think if you're like a daisy too.”
“Why, 'cause I'm ordinary and boring?” He jokes, earning a swat from Alex. “Ow! What?”
“No, you idiot!” The boy berates. “That's your problem, you never listen to me. Daisies are commonly found, and that's why they're so taken for granted. But they've never been boring.” He walks forward, leaning against the railing and looking out at the sky. “Everyone loves daisies, but no one understands them. Yes, they're the flowers of spring. They symbolize hope, innocence and purity. They're beautiful but not flashy. They are bright but humble. But my favourite quality about them is their adaptability. Their endurance. You know, daisies can survive and grow in a variety of environments? They thrive in any atmosphere. I think daisies are not just pretty but brave and strong too.” He looks at Rory and whispers, “Like you are.”
Rory who has been staring with wide eyes and jaw dropped has to avert his eyes at that. It makes his hair fall forward, veiling his eyes. “I don’t believe I am,” he murmurs, vulnerable all of a sudden.
There’s a soft brush of Alex’s fingers against his skin as the boy moves his fringe to the side. “You should see through my eyes,” Alex says softly. “See what I see. Then you’ll believe me.”
Louis gazes at Harry, glowing golden at the sides where the setting sun rays hit his defined face. His hair is rippling with the cool breeze in this really romantic way. They should be shivering, standing up on this bridge in this weather with nothing over their tops. But Louis finds it easy to ignore the cold. Being this close to Harry again, doing what they’re about to do, despite the fact that there’s a camera inches away from their faces and about thirty people are watching them this time, despite the fact that they’re being directed into doing this, that it’s all pretend and fake and literally scripted, despite everything Louis manages to feel his insides going just a tiny bit tingly. He doesn’t know if it’s a performance or instinct, when his eyes drop to Harry’s mouth. Doesn’t know if it’s real or virtual when Harry leans closer and closer until they’re inches apart. He wonders if the whole world is holding their breaths like he is right before Harry closes the distance and kisses him.
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