I got tagged by!
Rules:
1. Always post the rules
2. Answer the questions of the person who tagged you and write 11 new ones
3. Tag 11 people and link them
4. Let them know they are tagged
THE QUESTIONS I GOT:)
1. What’s Your Favorite Color?
- Red!
2. Who is your favorite in 1D and why?
- Louis Louis LOUIS LOUUUIS. Because he's clever and funny and sassy and really, really pretty, and intelligent and beautiful and he plays football and has the voice of an angel.
3. Who else do you love other than 1D and why?
- Hmmm... I love a lot of people/band/thingies. Let's choose one of both: Dylan O'Brien, Queen and American Horror Story.
4. OTP?
- Louis and Harry, obviously.
5. What is your favorite movie?
- Velvet Goldmine
6. If you could visit any country in the world, where would you go?
- I'd have to choose between the USA or Ireland. Or maybe Australia. Can't choose haha.
7. What’s your favorite joke?
- Modest! Management.
8. Would you kill an innocent person if you thought it might mean saving a dozen other people?
- Yup. I probably would.
9. Have you ever been to a concert?
- Any concert? Of course. A 1D concert? Never.
10. What is your biggest turnoff?
- Dumbasses. Homophobes. Stupid people.
11. What’s something most people don’t know about you?
- I'm not 100% straight.
YOUR QUESTIONS :)
1. Favorite 1D song?
2. Movies or tv shows?
3. If you were famous, what would it be for?
4. Outside of One Direction, what's your favorite OTP?
5. City you would love to visit?
6. Do you have any tattoo?
7. Favorite celeb?
8. Favorite Disney movie?
9. Summer or winter?
10. What song of Midnight Memories would you choose as the next single?
11. Choose 3 things to bring with you on a desert island?
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything nor I have contact with One Direction. This is an AU fanfiction. THIS IS A SEQUEL FOR BEAUTIFUL BIRD OF THE SUMMER.
SUMMARY: During summer, Southampton had a special colour, a characteristic Harry never thought it would also have during autumn — even if it was different. He never thought the city would retain its special aesthetic when the street became ocher dyed, immense seas of leaves fallen from the trees he used as a shield when he and Louis needed a corner of shade during the sunny days of their first summer together, covering the pavement. It was… different, but Harry loved it
COMPLETE: No
SOUNDTRACK: WORKING ON IT
Notes: I won’t be able to update every single day so I will most likely post up to two chapters every week. Thank you for understanding!
This fanfiction will also be published in One Direction Fan Fiction. I don’t allow people to put it in other places.
It will be translated into Polish thanks toKaja! <3
Sorry about all the possible English mistakes because it’s not my first language and I’m aware I can write weird stuff sometimes (really, I’m sorry)
Vale.. han pasado tres meses desde que subí el último capítulo, y lo siento. Pero aquí está el cuarto capítulo. Disfrutad.
Capítulo 4.
De vuelta a Southampton, todo volvía a la normalidad. Volviendo a la misma rutina universitaria en la que Harry se sumía a componer y a estudiar mientras Louis hacía lo propio. De nuevo, aquellos pequeños encuentros en casa o en el campus ya eran más que suficientes.
Harry tenía una hora para la siguiente clase. Aún llevaba un papel sobre sus carpetas que le indicaba dónde y cuándo tenía su próxima clase — no se había aprendido el horario — y el nombre del profesor o profesora que iban a tener. Harry estudiaba un grado que juntaba literatura y música en la Universidad de Southampton y dentro de aquella facultad se sentía más que integrado — sentía que pretenecia a un grupo, algo que nunca había experimentado antes.
Su siguiente clase era Lenguaje Poético, una de sus clases del primer semestre. Su profesor era un hombre larguirucho, con el pelo corto y alborotado. Siempre vestía con camisas metidas dentro de sus pantalones, bien apretados alrededor de su cintura, con un cinturón de cuero marrón oscuro. Su nariz era puntiaguda, a la vez que su barbilla, y sus ojos eran saltones. Su aspecto le impactó muchísimo ya que aquel profesor siempre le había parecido muy joven.
Grimshaw.
-Buenos días a todos, espero que este fin de semana os haya resultado casi tan refrescante como a mí –dijo aquel profesor, con las manos detrás de su espalda y mirando a sus alumnos-. Espero que hayáis recibido mi correo explicando que me veré indispuesto de estar el miércoles en clase, pero que tendréis una apasionante charla que, aunque no es obligatoria, los que asistan y me entreguen un cuestionario que podéis encontrar en el campus electrónico, tendrán ese empujoncito en la nota final…
Harry escuchaba atentamente. Escribió en su agenda lo siguiente:
«Charla aburrida. Cuestionario en el campus electrónico. Opcional. Sube nota.»
El profesor bajó la pantalla del proyector y encendió en su ordenador. En cuestión de segundos comenzó a pasar diversas diapositivas en las que hablaba sobre el lenguaje poético, características y ejemplos… muchos ejemplos.
-Por favor, abrid vuestros dossiers de literatura por la última página que vimos y leamos juntos el poema…
A Harry le sacó de su concentración la voz de un chico. Tenía el color del pelo rosa. ROSA. ¿Cómo no le había visto antes?
Le miró cuando él comenzó a hacerle sonidos (psst, psst) y aquel chico sonrió — y Harry le sonrió de vuelta.
-Perdona, pero me he dejado el dossier en casa. ¿Puedo verlo contigo?
Harry parpadeó.
-Claro –asintió. Al darse cuenta de que les separaba un asiento vacío, él lo palmeó suavemente-. Ven.
Aquel chico se sentó y sonrió cuando vio que Harry colocaba el dossier en medio.
-Soy Michael –se presentó en un susurro.
-Harry.
-Gracias por dejarme ver el dossier, Harry.
*
Louis tenía clase en media hora. Estaba en la cafetería terminándose un sandwich mixto y una Coca-Cola mientras miraba sus apuntes.
Louis era conocido en su universidad. Regatista, buen estudiante de Medicina… vamos, un chico de ensueño… ¿quién no adoraba a Louis Tomlinson? Las chicas suspiraban por él, y mucho más ahora que sabían que no estaba con Eleanor. Sí, esas chicas sabían o habían escuchado que Louis Tomlinson salía con un alumno de primero de carrera, pero muchas eran las que preferían creerse que seguía siendo hetero — ¿y qué les iba a decir Louis? De ilusiones vive la gente…
Se levantó de la silla sonriente y levantó la barbilla a modo de saludo al ver a unas chicas que le sonreían y cuchicheaban. Alumnas de primero, desde luego. Tan inocentes, tan curiosas y vergonzosas… ¡qué poco les durará eso! La universidad corrompe a cualquiera.
Caminando por los pasillos, no pudo evitar pararse tras ver un anuncio del decano de la facultad colgado en el tablón.
Esbozó una sonrisa justo antes de desaparecer.
*
Mensaje de: Louis
«¿Cuántas clases te quedan hoy? Te echo de menos.»
Mensaje de: Harry
«Dos, pero he de quedarme en la biblioteca. ¿Te apetece que estudiemos juntos?»
Mensaje de: Louis
«Me distraigo estudiando contigo. Acabo mirándote antes a ti que a mis apuntes… ¿por qué no estás en mis apuntes?»
Mensaje de: Harry
«A veces me pregunto quién es más gay de los dos y ahí tengo la respuesta… :P»
Mensaje de: Louis
«Capullo.»
Mensaje de: Harry
«Te quiero. ¿Nos vemos en casa?»
Mensaje de: Louis
«Sí, eso me temo. Yo también te quiero.»
-¿Styles?
Harry dio media vuelta para encontrarse con el Profesor Grimshaw detrás de él. Éste esbozó una enorme sonrisa de tiburón.
-Harry Styles, ¿correcto? Lenguaje poético.
-Sí, así es, acabo de estar en su clase, profesor.
-Sí, sí –asintió con la cabeza y movió la mano-. Lo sé, te recuerdo. Quería decirle que su análisis sobre el poema que hemos dado hoy ha estado bastante acertado. También ha sabido distinguir la musicalidad fácilmente. ¿Es usted fan de la poesía, Styles?
-No particularmente –Harry se apartó varios mechones de pelo de la cara y sostuvo con fuerza su carpeta mientras mantenía el contacto visual con su profesor-. Es decir, puedo leer poesias, no me parecen horribles, pero no tengo por tendencia leer libros de poesías, profesor.
-Ah, ya veo. Debe usted ser parte de los que se han metido aquí por la música, ¿estoy en lo cierto, señor Styles? –Se cruzó de brazos y dibujó media sonrisa. Al ver que Harry asentía, él volvió a preguntarle-. ¿Y por qué no está usted en un conservatorio? ¿No le aceptaron en ninguno?
Harry notó que esa pregunta no era del todo ofensiva, aunque saltó rápidamente a la defensiva.
-No, profesor. Me gusta la música, pero no sólo tocarla si no componerla. Quiero ser un gran compositor, tanto musicalmente como en cuestion de lírica, y creí que Southampton me daría esa oportunidad. Estoy casi seguro de que si hubiese decidido entrar en un conservatorio, me habrían aceptado incluso en Julliard[1].
(Harry pensó que tal vez había aspirado demasiado alto, pero aquel hombre no tenía que saberlo)
Aquel hombre volvió a sonreír.
-¿De verdad? Espero que sus palabras sean ciertas y su ambición no sea más grande que su talento, señor Styles. El año que viene le daré clase también de música, así que no se deshará de mí fácilmente.
El muchacho relajó los hombros y esbozó media sonrisa, asintiendo ligeramente mientras veía como su profesor daba media vuelta y se marchaba y desaparecía al final del pasillo.
*
Al caer la noche en el apartamento de Louis y Harry en Southampton, ninguno de los dos tenía demasiadas ganas de cocinar así que acabaron pidiendo comida china a domicilio (un clásico entre ellos, la verdad) y se sentaron en el sofá con sus paquetes de comida sobre la mesa.
-Hoy he hablado con uno de mis profesores –comenzó a decir Harry, con la caja con los fideos chinos entre sus dedos-. Se ha acercado a mí. Al parecer he hecho algo bueno… pero quiere que le demuestre que soy aún más bueno.
-Y lo harás –respondió Louis, encogiendo sus piernas sobre el sofá y sonriendo a su chico-. ¿Qué clase te da?
-Lenguaje poético –contestó tras tragarse los fideos-. Mola mucho.
-Tú eres bueno en estas cosas, yo soy un paleto. Me sacas de mis asignaturas y me pierdo, la verdad.
-Sí, bueno… me gusta, pero porque me gusta escribir y componer. La poesía en sí no me llama mucho la atención.
-Bienvenido a la universidad –Louis suspiró-. Parece que las cosas van a cambiar después del instituto porque, bueno, haces ‘lo que te gusta’ pero sigues teniendo asignaturas que son una mierda… pero estoy seguro que aprenderás mucho de ellas.
-Hablas como un viejo sabio.
-Cállate –rodó sus ojos y plantó un beso en su cuello cariñosamente.
*
Harry estaba duchándose y Louis estaba terminando de colocarse el pijama, sentado en el borde de la cama con unos cuantos panfletos entre las manos. Los leyó rápidamente y los volvió a guardar dentro de la mochila. Mañana iría a hablar con el decano.
La noche en Southampton era tranquila, incluso cuando Harry venía de la ducha con ganas de guerra. Acabó acurrucándose contra el pecho cálido de Louis, besándole la piel antes de quedarse dormido en cuestión de segundos. El mayor exhaló un suspiro, tapando a ambos con las sábanas.
Se vio obligado a dormirse cuando Harry hacía ya más de diez minutos que se hubo relajado sobre su cuerpo.
[1] Julliard: Es el conservatorio más conocido del mundo, situado en Nueva York, Estados Unidos. En Julliard sólo entra gente que es realmente buena y es muy estricto y disciplinario. Puedes estudiar música, danza y teatro. Robin Williams y Christopher Reeves están entre los graduados destacados.
So, I'm gonna be answering questions now like any type or if someone needs advice or something. I feel like answering those. So if anyone needs advice or someone to talk to, you can do it here
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything nor I have contact with One Direction. This is an AU fanfiction. THIS IS A SEQUEL FOR BEAUTIFUL BIRD OF THE SUMMER.
SUMMARY: During summer, Southampton had a special colour, a characteristic Harry never thought it would also have during autumn — even if it was different. He never thought the city would retain its special aesthetic when the street became ocher dyed, immense seas of leaves fallen from the trees he used as a shield when he and Louis needed a corner of shade during the sunny days of their first summer together, covering the pavement. It was… different, but Harry loved it
COMPLETE: No
SOUNDTRACK: WORKING ON IT
Notes: I won’t be able to update every single day so I will most likely post up to two chapters every week. Thank you for understanding!
This fanfiction will also be published in One Direction Fan Fiction. I don’t allow people to put it in other places.
It will be translated into Polish thanks to Kaja! <3
Sorry about all the possible English mistakes because it’s not my first language and I’m aware I can write weird stuff sometimes (really, I’m sorry)
God okay, uh, I didn't take a month to translate this chapter and I apologise for taking a while. I have been dealing with some stuff (life, uni, I'm 20 and I can't let myself be in front of the computer 24/7)
I will try to update once a week but I can't promise anything.
Enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 3
The next morning , as Louis had suggested, they took the boat and went sailing . Harry sat down, looking at his boyfriend took the helm. He heaved a sigh, why deny it? Louis was made for this.
The sky was clear, something unusual in Lymington during autumn, but Harry knew that Louis would never take a boat in a storm - not after the incident.
Louis looked away for a moment to look at the curly haired boy and drew a smile upon his face instantly.
“I had a blast last night”
Harry lifted his chin and nodded.
“Me too. Your sisters are adorable.”
“And naïve”
“Hopefully they’ll stay this way,” sighed the boy , smiling .
He sat up from his seat and stood beside his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his torso. Louis spoke again:
“Martin and your mother make a lovely couple . Do you get to spend time with him when you’re with them?”
“No more than necessary,” he shrugged. “I mean, Martin is not my father. He will never be my father. It's too late to have a father. You know, I grew up with someone who claimed to be my father but stopped behaving as such. I don’t want to brag that I'm an adult, because I still feel like a kid, but I'm trying, I keep growing. But Martin is a good guy and my mother loves him, and that is enough for me. In fact, sometimes we sit together and watch footy, having a beer . Martin has been very affectionate with me and seems to be more supportive than the one who claimed to be my father . And that's enough.”
Louis sighed, still with his hands gripping on the helm. He kept his eyes on the sea but decided to continue the conversation.
“You never saw your father after what happened, right?”
“I only know that he once called my mother last summer. I don’t know why. I guess he knows I'm in Southampton. Actually, I don’t care who knows. I never ran away from a specific person, but from the demons that haunted me,” Harry's voice was calm and quiet and he was speaking soberly his voice wasn’t shaking nor his words were trampled, demonstrating Louis that Harry, indeed, was more adult and that, in short, he was growing.
“You’re very brave . I didn’t think you'd take it so calmly.”
“I don’t know, Lou,” he sighed. “Now that we’ve been together for all this time, I can’t help but think about how different my life would be if I hadn’t come to Southampton. So different…”
“I know, right?” Louis opened his eyes and shuddered at the thought of the possibility that he would still be with Eleanor. “My life has turned upside down tremendously. For good, of course.”
“Always for good, Louis.”
They stood for a moment looking at each other. Louis had a smile that barely fit in the face and Harry copied the gesture, feeling warmth in his heart, pure bliss.
“Do you think Martin and your mother will marry someday?” Louis inquired, holding his gaze on the sea again .
“Who knows,” shrugged.
“Do you think we'll get married someday?”
Silence.
“Do you?”
“I’ve asked you first.”
Silence.
Harry didn’t know what to say. Truth be told, he had never thought about because he never saw marriage as something possible, but at that moment he quickly fastforwarded to his future.
Harry dressed in a black suit. With Louis. An intimate wedding. Where? Lymington? Southampton? Liverpool? He couldn’t see that, but it was with Louis. And just the thought of it made him feel good.
“I hope to get married someday.”
After a long wait , Louis sighed and smiled.
“Me too,” finally said, clutching the helm. “I can’t see myself without you. There is no life without you. And if there’s a life without you, I don’t want it. You're my best friend in the whole world.”
The younger boy wrapped his arms around Louis’ torso again, hugging and kissing behind his back affectionately. Harry was taller than Louis —Louis could barely remember when was the last time he was higher than Harry— and the scene was more than endearing. Both of them together, in the middle of the sea, like it’s meant to be.
“And you’re mine, Louis.”
*
Anne and Martin were enjoying the day together. The woman looked at her partner for a long time — she couldn’t not keep her eyes off him, which would glisten like two headlights at night. Martin’s face had a smile absolutely unforgettable .
“I enjoyed the company of Harry and Louis last night. They look very close”, said Martin , walking around the harbour with Anne .
“I know, right?”, she sighed with a huge smile .
“To be honest, yes. They look very much in love. Did you expect it?”
“What?”
“Did you expect your son liked men?”, replied and grabbed Anne's hand tenderly. “They always say that parents imagine these things.”
“Yes”, she nodded slowly, lacing his fingers with Martin’s. “Actually, he didn’t have to tell me.”
“How come?”
Anne frowned. She didn’t like to remember that scene because it wasn’t entirely pleasant , but she slowly began to explain.
“I had come home from work. Before being here in Lymington, as you know, I lived in Liverpool working at something completely different. I don’t mind waiting tables here, you know, it’s also a delight, but it’s totally different from being in an office” Anne said carefully. “Anyway, I had come home and I heard something like a groan of pain and quickly frowned, walking further into home. I knew it was Harry.
»I walked quickly down the corridors and climbed the stairs. I found my son sitting on the toilet seat, his face buried in his hands. There was blood on his knuckles. Harry was at that time only seventeen. I walked quickly, ducking in front of him and taking him gently by the wrists , pulling them away from his face just to see him. And believe me, Martin , it wasn’t pleasant.
Harry had a purple coloured cheekbone and his lower lip was swollen. He wasn’t like now — he wasn’t as strong as he is now, he didn’t have any muscles! He was was a pale, lanky boy with curly hair and green eyes. It was obvious to me that he had gotten into a fight , and I knew that I had happened for a reason, maybe it was to defend a friend or a girl. I told him I was waiting for him to talk to me, but he simply began to mourn.
"Shhh , mum is here, honey," I said , hugging him tightly . Obviously kept crying inconsolably . “What happened?”
“Zayn”, was all he could say. Zayn was the name of his best friend back then. That same day I also knew he was the guy he had fallen in love with. And who decided to make his life miserable, too. I did all I could so they could be in different classes, however Zayn was the team captain, he was a ‘good boy’, good grades, good relationship with their parents, and had a large group of friends. When I spoke with the headmaster, he told me, "Are you sure it was him and not your son who started all this plot against Mr. Malik?”
“Ridiculous” Martin said finally, unable to believe what he was listening.
“I tried to get him in another school, but Harry didn’t want to. If there's something I love about my son is that he never gives up. I mean, he looks strong, he fights , even if it hurts. However, deluded me! I thought that if at least things were going well at home, he could handle school.
» But he couldn’t. Harry took time to tell me that my ex-husband lashed him as soon as he knew Harry had been kicked out of the team, unfairly , of course, with any excuse, just to avoid Zayn would come out injured. Then, he found another excuse. That one denoted primitive and stupid little common sense. If I've learned anything in this life is that we don’t choose who we love unconditionally. That kind of love whcih is white, pure, which doesn’t necessarily have a sexual connotation . Harry always loves with purity , and the first time loved someone it didn’t turn out quite right. Not even Zayn's parents believed me and that made things worse. But Harry was born a champ and, as he graduated, we moved.”
Martin hugged his partner tightly, holding her in his arms and kissing her temple gently. Anne couldn’t help but smiel against his chest, breathing in his scent.
“Both you and Harry are very brave people, Anne. And I’m happy and relieved that your ex husband never deign to lay a hand on you, but it saddened me to know that he did such thing with Harry.”
Anne smiled warmly .
“That’s exactly what Harry told me. He said he was glad he had never laid a hand on me. Somehow, you two are very similar, and I like that.”
Martin kissed her gently on the lips, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs as he placed his hands on them and they both smiled when they pulled away.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything nor I have contact with One Direction. This is an AU fanfiction. THIS IS A SEQUEL FOR BEAUTIFUL BIRD OF THE SUMMER.
SUMMARY: During summer, Southampton had a special colour, a characteristic Harry never thought it would also have during autumn — even if it was different. He never thought the city would retain its special aesthetic when the street became ocher dyed, immense seas of leaves fallen from the trees he used as a shield when he and Louis needed a corner of shade during the sunny days of their first summer together, covering the pavement. It was… different, but Harry loved it
COMPLETE: No
SOUNDTRACK: WORKING ON IT
Notes: I won't be able to update every single day so I will most likely post up to two chapters every week. Thank you for understanding!
This fanfiction will also be published in One Direction Fan Fiction. I don't allow people to put it in other places.
It will be translated into Polish thanks to Kaja! <3
Sorry about all the possible English mistakes because it's not my first language and I'm aware I can write weird stuff sometimes (really, I'm sorry)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything nor I have contact with One Direction. This is an AU fanfiction. THIS IS A SEQUEL FOR BEAUTIFUL BIRD OF THE SUMMER.
SUMMARY: During summer, Southampton had a special colour, a characteristic Harry never thought it would also have during autumn — even if it was different. He never thought the city would retain its special aesthetic when the street became ocher dyed, immense seas of leaves fallen from the trees he used as a shield when he and Louis needed a corner of shade during the sunny days of their first summer together, covering the pavement. It was… different, but Harry loved it
COMPLETE: No
SOUNDTRACK: WORKING ON IT
Notes: I won’t be able to update every single day so I will most likely post up to two chapters every week. Thank you for understanding!
This fanfiction will also be published in One Direction Fan Fiction. I don’t allow people to put it in other places.
It will be translated into Polish thanks toKaja! <3
Sorry about all the possible English mistakes because it’s not my first language and I’m aware I can write weird stuff sometimes (really, I’m sorry)
GRACIAS A TODOS POR ESPERAR UN AÑO ARA ESTO. Sí, LO SIENTO, escribí BBOTS HACE UN AÑO (¿OS LO PODÉIS CREER? YO NO) Y SÓLO QUERÍA agradeceeeeeeros a todos por leer, por comentar, por enviarme los mejores comentarios por Twitter y por Tumblr. Sois geniales y muy dulces, GRACIAS.
Tenéis que agradecer a mi amigo Greg (letsboardthelarryship) porque se pasó todo un verano convenciéndome para escribir la secuela.
Y aquí estamos.
(Started from the bottom, now we here)
(Lo sé, soy boba)
DISFRUTAAAAAAD!!
Southampton en verano tenía un color especial, pero Harry nunca pensó que también lo tendría en otoño. Las calles se tintaban de colores ocres y creaban inmensos mares de hojas de árboles que habían caído. Era una estampa bonita y Harry se enamoró rápidamente de esa imagen. Pensó que, si fuera pintor, la pintaría, pero al ser quien era, y teniendo el talento que tenía, debía, sencillamente, escribir sobre eso.
Harry ya había empezado la universidad. Tuvo que reconocer que los primeros días fueron raros, algo caóticos. No entendía nada, no conocía a nadie y, para colmo, sus horarios no es que se combinasen demasiado bien con los de Louis. Sólo se veían por las mañanas y por las noches y, con un poco de suerte, entre esos dos periodos, tal vez se encontraban en alguna cafetería si estaban disponibles.
-Buenos días –dijo Harry con la voz ronca y los rizos pegados a la frente, aún algo dormido. Arrastró los pies hasta llegar a la altura de Louis, quien estaba delante de una sartén y depositó un suave beso sobre su mejilla-. Deja eso, anda. Aún incendiarás la casa.
-Ya no confías en mí desde el incidente de la semana pasada –Louis esbozó una sonrisa traviesa, recordando exactamente lo que pasó-. Fue un accidente, no significa que los bomberos tengan que volver a venir…
-Mejor evitémoslo –con un movimiento de cadera, le apartó del lugar, colocándose justo en frente de la sartén y comprobando si el fuego estaba encendido y ya podía echarle el aceite.
-¡Hey! –Louis se quejó y se colocó detrás de él, rodeando sus brazos alrededor de su torso. Harry ya era más alto que él y eso se notaba. Era bastante curioso que, aunque él fuera el mayor, Harry fuera más alto y con diferencia. Se inclinó sobre su nuca y la besó suavemente, cerrando los ojos cuando sus labios entraron en contacto con la pálida piel de Harry-. Buenos días a ti también.
En realidad a Louis no le importaba eso de que no le dejase cocinar. Al fin y al cabo, Harry era mucho mejor cocinando y le encantaba que cocinase para él. Y obviamente, al chico de cabello rizo no le importaba en absoluto hacer el desayuno.
La vida estudiantil compartiendo piso era genial. Para muchos eran unos amigos que compartían piso, para otros era evidente que pasaba algo. Ellos no se ocultaban, desde luego, ¿para qué? Así que si alguien preguntaba, no tenían reparo en contestar que estaban juntos.
-Este fin de semana tenemos que ir a Lymington a comer con nuestros padres –le recordó Louis, asomando su cabeza por el hombro de Harry y mirando como hacía el desayuno.
-Lo sé, lo sé. ¿Era el sábado o el domingo?
-Este sábado. He pensado que podríamos quedarnos el fin de semana ahí si tú no tienes muchas cosas que hacer de la universidad. Podríamos dar una vuelta en barco.
Harry dio media vuelta y frunció el ceño, consiguiendo que Louis dejase escapar una armoniosa carcajada de sus labios.
-Sólo una vuelta, por los viejos tiempos, Harry –posó sus manos sobre las mejillas de Harry, apretándolas suavemente con sus dedos-. No estamos hablando de competir.
Porque ese era un tema tabú en aquel apartamento en Southampton, por supuesto. Después del accidente, Louis no se atrevía a mencionar esa idea ya que eso significaba que podría haber una pequeña pelea. Harry estaba aún muy susceptible con esa sola idea. El mayor lo entendía y por eso lo evitaba constantemente, pero debía admitir que añoraba el mar.
-Ya, ya… -Harry sacudió su cabeza y dio media vuelta otra vez, volviéndose hacia la sartén.
-Si te pone más tranquilo, podemos ir toda la familia. Aunque yo tenía otra clase de planes para nosotros –rió Louis, besándole la nuca otra vez-. ¿Qué me dices?
Se encogió de hombros y el muchacho asintió con la cabeza, dibujando una sonrisa de oreja a oreja después de eso.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything nor I have contact with One Direction. This is an AU fanfiction. THIS IS A SEQUEL FOR BEAUTIFUL BIRD OF THE SUMMER.
SUMMARY: During summer, Southampton had a special colour, a characteristic Harry never thought it would also have during autumn — even if it was different. He never thought the city would retain its special aesthetic when the street became ocher dyed, immense seas of leaves fallen from the trees he used as a shield when he and Louis needed a corner of shade during the sunny days of their first summer together, covering the pavement. It was… different, but Harry loved it
COMPLETE: No
SOUNDTRACK: WORKING ON IT
Notes: I won’t be able to update every single day so I will most likely post up to two chapters every week. Thank you for understanding!
This fanfiction will also be published in One Direction Fan Fiction. I don’t allow people to put it in other places.
It will be translated into Polish thanks toKaja! <3
Sorry about all the possible English mistakes because it’s not my first language and I’m aware I can write weird stuff sometimes (really, I’m sorry)
THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR WAITING A YEAR FOR THIS. Yes I'M SORRY I wrote Beautiful Bird of the Summer A YEAR AGO (CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I CAN'T) and I just wanted to thaaaaaaaank everyone for reading this and commenting and sending me the cutest messages in the world because you're all so sweet. (You're cool, STAY COOL)
Definitely, you all should thank my friend Greg (letsboardthelarryship) here because he spent all summer trying to convince me to write the sequel.
And here we are.
(Started from the bottom, now we here)
(Bad joke, sorry)
ENJOOOOY!!!
During summer, Southampton had a special colour, a characteristic Harry never thought it would also have during autumn — even if it was different. He never thought the city would retain its special aesthetic when the street became ocher dyed, immense seas of leaves fallen from the trees he used as a shield when he and Louis needed a corner of shade during the sunny days of their first summer together, covering the pavement. It was… different, but Harry loved it nonetheless, thinking that it would be such a magnificent picture for a painter to create. Sadly, Harry wasn’t gifted with such talent, but he thought he was going to try and honour it nonetheless by writing about it.
Harry had started university. He had to admit that the first days were sort of weird and somewhat chaotic. He couldn’t understand anything, he knew no one and, moreover, his schedule wasn’t too combined with Louis’. They’d just see each other in the mornings and evenings and, if they were lucky, between these two parts of the day, maybe they would meet in a café to talk about their days so far.
“Good morning,” said Harry hoarsely with his curls stuck to his forehead, still a little bit asleep. He walked up to Louis, who was in front of a pan and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Leave it, c’mon. I don’t want you to burn this house.”
“You don’t trust me since the incident from last week, do you?”, Louis smiled, remembering exactly what happened. It was an accident, it doesn’t mean that the firefighters have to come back…”
“Let’s avoid it though, yeah?”, with a hip movement, he pushed Louis away from the place, standing right in front of the pan and checking whether the fire was burning so he could pour the oil.
“Hey!” Louis complained and got behind him, wrapping his arms around his torso. Harry was already taller than him and it was obvious. It was quite interesting that, even if he was the eldest, Harry was far higher. He leaned over and kissed his neck softly, closing his eyes as his lips came into contact with Harry’s pale skin. “Good morning to you, too.”
Louis actually didn’t care that he wouldn’t let him cook. At the end of the day, Harry was much better and he loved it when he for him. And obviously, the curly haired guy didn’t mind at all making breakfast.
Student life sharing an flat was great. For many people, they were friends who shared a flat, for others it was clear that something was going on between them. They didn’t hide, though, of course, why would they? So if anyone asked, they had no hesitation in answering that they were together.
“This weekend we’re going to Lymington to eat with our parents”, reminded Louis, poking his head by the shoulder and looking as Harry made breakfast.
“I know, I know. Was it Saturday or Sunday?”
“This Saturday. I thought we could stay the weekend there if you don’t have many uni stuff to do. We could take a boat trip.”
Harry turned around and frowned, making Louis let out a laugh from his lips harmonious.
“Just a boat trip for old times sake, Harry”, he placed his hands on Harry's cheeks, pressing them gently with his fingers. “We're not talking about competing.”
Because that was a taboo subject in that apartment in Southampton, of course. After the accident, Louis didn’t dare to mention this idea because it meant they could have a little fight. Harry was still very susceptible to that idea. Louis understood it perectly, but he had to admit he missed the sea.
“Yeah, yeah…”, Harry shook his head and turned away again, turning to the pan.
“If you want to, the whole family can come with us. Although I had other plans for us”, Louis laughed, kissing his neck again. “What do you say?”
He shrugged his shoulders and the boy nodded, drawing a smile from ear to ear after that.
