yes it's true, i had an Intense Reaction to this post, and the 10 Days of Ficletmas now have me firmly in their evil clutches rip me tbh fucking hell
on this eighth day of christmas, i give to you,
lilo: you left your christmas tree lights on over night and set the apartment building on fire. hey i live on the floor below you au
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Louis gets home from the pub at about 2:15 am.
Which, normally, is the perfect time to admire the sanctity of the 2 am on a Tuesday. Everyone is asleep and the stars actually feel as bright as Niall claims they always are. Everything still smells a little smokey and crisp.
Tonight, everything smells a lot smokey and there are people lazing around every which fucking way. And there's a ginormous fire engine milling with firefighters in full gear around all the people and the truck and the smoke.
"What the fuck."
"There was a small fire up on fourth." The voice comes from right beside him and Louis whirls on reflex, lashing out with his hand.
"BAM." He shouts as he makes very light contact.
The guy, in no less than four layers of plaid and jean jackets, stares at him like he's not sure Louis isn't a hallucination. Louis taps the side of his nose knowingly.