Calling all aces, aros and other people on the spectrum!
I had an amazing, long talk with my sister yesterday and she might be asexual and/or aromantic. It seems like some people have persuaded her that she just isnât ready for a relationship, although Iâm a bit doubtful of that, as she said that she doesnât even feel any attraction.Â
If you are asexual and/or aromantic, or anywhere else on the ace spectrum, Iâd love to her about your own experience, however much you want to share about it. Iâd like to show her what (other) ace and/or aro people feel, maybe sheâll identify with your experiences.Â
So please - youâd do me and my sister a huge favour!! - send in any of your experiences you feel comfortable sharing. They can be as long or as short as you want them to be, about anything related to your identity.Â
Send your experiences as an ask, submit a post, send me an instant message, anything works - I wonât post anything you donât want me to, of course!Â
Thank you so much for your help. If youâre not on the spectrum yourself, Iâd love it if you could reblog this to reach other people! <3
Calling all aces, aros and other people on the spectrum!
I had an amazing, long talk with my sister yesterday and she might be asexual and/or aromantic. It seems like some people have persuaded her that she just isnât ready for a relationship, although Iâm a bit doubtful of that, as she said that she doesnât even feel any attraction.Â
If you are asexual and/or aromantic, or anywhere else on the ace spectrum, Iâd love to her about your own experience, however much you want to share about it. Iâd like to show her what (other) ace and/or aro people feel, maybe sheâll identify with your experiences.Â
So please - youâd do me and my sister a huge favour!! - send in any of your experiences you feel comfortable sharing. They can be as long or as short as you want them to be, about anything related to your identity.Â
Send your experiences as an ask, submit a post, send me an instant message, anything works - I wonât post anything you donât want me to, of course!Â
Thank you so much for your help. If youâre not on the spectrum yourself, Iâd love it if you could reblog this to reach other people! <3
Calling all aces, aros and other people on the spectrum!
I had an amazing, long talk with my sister yesterday and she might be asexual and/or aromantic. It seems like some people have persuaded her that she just isnât ready for a relationship, although Iâm a bit doubtful of that, as she said that she doesnât even feel any attraction.Â
If you are asexual and/or aromantic, or anywhere else on the ace spectrum, Iâd love to her about your own experience, however much you want to share about it. Iâd like to show her what (other) ace and/or aro people feel, maybe sheâll identify with your experiences.Â
So please - youâd do me and my sister a huge favour!! - send in any of your experiences you feel comfortable sharing. They can be as long or as short as you want them to be, about anything related to your identity.Â
Send your experiences as an ask, submit a post, send me an instant message, anything works - I wonât post anything you donât want me to, of course!Â
Thank you so much for your help. If youâre not on the spectrum yourself, Iâd love it if you could reblog this to reach other people! <3
Calling all aces, aros and other people on the spectrum!
I had an amazing, long talk with my sister yesterday and she might be asexual and/or aromantic. It seems like some people have persuaded her that she just isnât ready for a relationship, although Iâm a bit doubtful of that, as she said that she doesnât even feel any attraction.Â
If you are asexual and/or aromantic, or anywhere else on the ace spectrum, Iâd love to her about your own experience, however much you want to share about it. Iâd like to show her what (other) ace and/or aro people feel, maybe sheâll identify with your experiences.Â
So please - youâd do me and my sister a huge favour!! - send in any of your experiences you feel comfortable sharing. They can be as long or as short as you want them to be, about anything related to your identity.Â
Send your experiences as an ask, submit a post, send me an instant message, anything works - I wonât post anything you donât want me to, of course!Â
Thank you so much for your help. If youâre not on the spectrum yourself, Iâd love it if you could reblog this to reach other people! <3
Have any of you heard of Diary Slam before? No? Let me get personal for a minute. A Diary Slam is a kind of competition where several people (once we were 4 and another time 5) read from their old diaries. They must be at least 5 years old, parts may be omitted and names changed, but apart from that, everything has to be read from the original diary. Believe me, it is just HILARIOUS!! There are two rounds and the person who gets the loudest applause wins. So far so good?Â
I have participated twice and read from the diary I kept when I was 12-13. I was in love with a boy for the first time (and the last, thank heavens). Once when I read about him, he even was in the audience and afterwards he felt really sorry for himself because he already could have had a girlfriend once, if only he had noticed that I liked him!! Well, he also wanted to try again after the slam, but no such luck because now Iâm dating my best friend, who is also the same girl who used to desperately try to set me up with him. What a glo-up tbh??
(I read from the diary with the cat on it and won the tacky pink one :D)
Why all this, you ask?
Because Iâm writing a fic on it! I have only just started and if you want me to continue it (for you), then Iâd ask you to bid on my work here! All further info is here and my offer is here.Â
âYouâre really gonna read this, mate?â Niall was spluttering with laughter, handing the battered journal back to Harry. âIsnât that kind of⊠embarrassing?â
âNiall, thatâs the fucking point!â Harry chuckled, taking the journal from Niall and storing it in his bag. âEverybodyâs reading cringeworthy, tacky, and overall embarrassing stuff, thatâs all the fun!â
Niall was still shaking his head, sniggering. âYouâre a bloody exhibitionist, thatâs what it is.â
âMaybe,â Harry admitted, laughing, zipping his bag back up and putting it up on his knees. It was their turn to get off the bus soon.Â
âMaybe?!â Niall mocked him. âMay I remind you of that one time back in college when you burst into our dorm party to proclaim exceptionally loudly how you had just gotten fucked? We literally had to keep you from climbing on the table and telling the whole fucking dorm! I donât think Iâll ever manage to forget all the details I totally didnât need.â
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Have any of you heard of Diary Slam before? No? Let me get personal for a minute. A Diary Slam is a kind of competition where several people (once we were 4 and another time 5) read from their old diaries. They must be at least 5 years old, parts may be omitted and names changed, but apart from that, everything has to be read from the original diary. Believe me, it is just HILARIOUS!! There are two rounds and the person who gets the loudest applause wins. So far so good?Â
I have participated twice and read from the diary I kept when I was 12-13. I was in love with a boy for the first time (and the last, thank heavens). Once when I read about him, he even was in the audience and afterwards he felt really sorry for himself because he already could have had a girlfriend once, if only he had noticed that I liked him!! Well, he also wanted to try again after the slam, but no such luck because now Iâm dating my best friend, who is also the same girl who used to desperately try to set me up with him. What a glo-up tbh??
(I read from the diary with the cat on it and won the tacky pink one :D)
Why all this, you ask?
Because Iâm writing a fic on it! I have only just started and if you want me to continue it (for you), then Iâd ask you to bid on my work here! All further info is here and my offer is here.Â
âYouâre really gonna read this, mate?â Niall was spluttering with laughter, handing the battered journal back to Harry. âIsnât that kind of⊠embarrassing?â
âNiall, thatâs the fucking point!â Harry chuckled, taking the journal from Niall and storing it in his bag. âEverybodyâs reading cringeworthy, tacky, and overall embarrassing stuff, thatâs all the fun!â
Niall was still shaking his head, sniggering. âYouâre a bloody exhibitionist, thatâs what it is.â
âMaybe,â Harry admitted, laughing, zipping his bag back up and putting it up on his knees. It was their turn to get off the bus soon.Â
âMaybe?!â Niall mocked him. âMay I remind you of that one time back in college when you burst into our dorm party to proclaim exceptionally loudly how you had just gotten fucked? We literally had to keep you from climbing on the table and telling the whole fucking dorm! I donât think Iâll ever manage to forget all the details I totally didnât need.â
Have any of you heard of Diary Slam before? No? Let me get personal for a minute. A Diary Slam is a kind of competition where several people (once we were 4 and another time 5) read from their old diaries. They must be at least 5 years old, parts may be omitted and names changed, but apart from that, everything has to be read from the original diary. Believe me, it is just HILARIOUS!! There are two rounds and the person who gets the loudest applause wins. So far so good?Â
I have participated twice and read from the diary I kept when I was 12-13. I was in love with a boy for the first time (and the last, thank heavens). Once when I read about him, he even was in the audience and afterwards he felt really sorry for himself because he already could have had a girlfriend once, if only he had noticed that I liked him!! Well, he also wanted to try again after the slam, but no such luck because now Iâm dating my best friend, who is also the same girl who used to desperately try to set me up with him. What a glo-up tbh??
(I read from the diary with the cat on it and won the tacky pink one :D)
Why all this, you ask?
Because Iâm writing a fic on it! I have only just started and if you want me to continue it (for you), then Iâd ask you to bid on my work here! All further info is here and my offer is here.Â
âYouâre really gonna read this, mate?â Niall was spluttering with laughter, handing the battered journal back to Harry. âIsnât that kind of⊠embarrassing?â
âNiall, thatâs the fucking point!â Harry chuckled, taking the journal from Niall and storing it in his bag. âEverybodyâs reading cringeworthy, tacky, and overall embarrassing stuff, thatâs all the fun!â
Niall was still shaking his head, sniggering. âYouâre a bloody exhibitionist, thatâs what it is.â
âMaybe,â Harry admitted, laughing, zipping his bag back up and putting it up on his knees. It was their turn to get off the bus soon.Â
âMaybe?!â Niall mocked him. âMay I remind you of that one time back in college when you burst into our dorm party to proclaim exceptionally loudly how you had just gotten fucked? We literally had to keep you from climbing on the table and telling the whole fucking dorm! I donât think Iâll ever manage to forget all the details I totally didnât need.â
Have any of you heard of Diary Slam before? No? Let me get personal for a minute. A Diary Slam is a kind of competition where several people (once we were 4 and another time 5) read from their old diaries. They must be at least 5 years old, parts may be omitted and names changed, but apart from that, everything has to be read from the original diary. Believe me, it is just HILARIOUS!! There are two rounds and the person who gets the loudest applause wins. So far so good?Â
I have participated twice and read from the diary I kept when I was 12-13. I was in love with a boy for the first time (and the last, thank heavens). Once when I read about him, he even was in the audience and afterwards he felt really sorry for himself because he already could have had a girlfriend once, if only he had noticed that I liked him!! Well, he also wanted to try again after the slam, but no such luck because now Iâm dating my best friend, who is also the same girl who used to desperately try to set me up with him. What a glo-up tbh??
(I read from the diary with the cat on it and won the tacky pink one :D)
Why all this, you ask?
Because Iâm writing a fic on it! I have only just started and if you want me to continue it (for you), then Iâd ask you to bid on my work here! All further info is here and my offer is here.Â
âYouâre really gonna read this, mate?â Niall was spluttering with laughter, handing the battered journal back to Harry. âIsnât that kind of⊠embarrassing?â
âNiall, thatâs the fucking point!â Harry chuckled, taking the journal from Niall and storing it in his bag. âEverybodyâs reading cringeworthy, tacky, and overall embarrassing stuff, thatâs all the fun!â
Niall was still shaking his head, sniggering. âYouâre a bloody exhibitionist, thatâs what it is.â
âMaybe,â Harry admitted, laughing, zipping his bag back up and putting it up on his knees. It was their turn to get off the bus soon.Â
âMaybe?!â Niall mocked him. âMay I remind you of that one time back in college when you burst into our dorm party to proclaim exceptionally loudly how you had just gotten fucked? We literally had to keep you from climbing on the table and telling the whole fucking dorm! I donât think Iâll ever manage to forget all the details I totally didnât need.â
âNiall that was years ago,â Harry groaned. âWill you ever let it go? Besides, I told you a hundred times that a) I was drunk at that time, b) I was kinda in love with the guy, and c) the dick was actually really good.â Harry counted the reasons on his fingers as he talked, smug grin on his face as Niall hid his face in his arms, trying to bury his head in them far enough that he wouldnât hear.Â
âHarry, that only proves my point that youâre an exhibitionist through and through,â he mumbled, voice slightly muffled because his face was still hidden in his folded arms.Â
Harry only giggled and nudged Niallâs knee, signalling to him that it was their stop. Niall sighed theatrically and stood up. He let Harry lead the way once they had gotten off the bus. Harry kept on babbling all the way, he was so excited and looking forward to the evening.Â
âGood thing I wasnât big on keeping diaries and threw away the few pages I had when I was 16 or you would keep pestering me to read, too,â Niall commented once they had reached the building they were headed towards. It was a small theatre.Â
âI totally would,â Harry agreed absentmindedly, scanning the entrance hall they had just entered for familiar faces. Niall found himself being pulled across the room by Harry, who had grasped his sleeve.Â
âHarry! Good to see youâre back again! I suppose youâll be reading tonight?â
âSure, you know I havenât skipped once since I started,â Harry smirked, pulling the woman into a tight embrace.Â
âAnd this is my friend Niall. Niall, this is Perrie, sheâs hosting the Diary Slam,â Harry introduced them, pulling Niall closer, who had been standing around somewhat awkwardly.
âPleasure to meet you, Niall! You arenât by any chance planning to read tonight? Has Harry not won you over yet? Weâre running short on candidates today.â
âOh, umm, no, I donât have my old diaries anymore, sadly,â Niall muttered, smiling apologetically.Â
âWhat a pity, really. Well, I still have some hope for more readers turning up, and if they donât, itâs not the first time weâve run a smaller set. All the regulars are already here now, though. â
âIt also wouldnât be the first time we get a surprise candidate,â Harry encouraged her. âGet ready for tonight, by the way, Iâve decided itâs about time I read my more⊠uhmm⊠explicit entries.â
âHave you ever read something that wasnât explicit?â Perrie snorted. âThatâs the real question. God, I canât believe that you were such a dirty 15-year-old when you were still looking so innocent with your baby cheeks and your dimples!â
âHeeeey,â Harry said, feigning annoyance.Â
âJust go grab seats,â Perrie interrupted him. âYou know how it all works, I donât think I have to hold your hand until itâs your turn.â She pushed Harry and Niall towards the door to the main room, turning to the next people who were already waiting to talk to her.Â
âOnly five minutes left,â Harry informed Niall when they sunk into their seats. He slipped his diary out of his bag, placing it on his knees, where it shook with how much he was bouncing his legs. It was a mixture of excitement and nervousness he found coursing through him, making him feel like a child on Christmas Day, eager for presents. The only difference was that Harry was eager for applause and laughs instead.Â
The theater hall was already reasonably well-attended, maybe a bit more so than average. Harry quite literally couldnât wait until it was his time to go up on the stage in front of all of them.Â
Soon after, the lights were dimmed slightly, and there was applause as Perrie marched up on the stage resolutely, a bright pink journal in her hands, and bowed to her audience.Â
âWelcome to tonightâs Diary Slam! We all know these - ,â Perrie began, holding up her pink diary for everyone to see. It was a rather gruesome-looking thing, some kittens decorated with sparkles dancing across its cover. â - and weâve all wanted to read other peopleâs diaries. No, you donât even need to try denying it,â she said, directing her last words to a man in the audience who was shaking his head. âEven you have considered opening your sisterâs diary at least once, sir, donât fight me on this. Iâm not saying you really did it, you just wanted to because humans are nasty, curious creatures. The rules are simple - several candidates go up on the stage, one after the other, and have five minutes to read from their diaries. Entries must be at least five years old, read from the original diary, names may be changed and parts omitted, but otherwise no changes are allowed. Today, we have six candidates, three will move on to the final round, and one will be the winner! Who moves on to the next round and wins is determined by applause, so make sure to applaud according to how much you enjoyed each performance! Now, before the first candidate gets up here, let me get you in the mood with a line from my own diary: Matthew was wearing a sheer shirt. First I thought that maybe it was just skin-coloured, but then I noticed that they probably wouldnât have printed moles on it.â
Perrie gave a curt bow as the audience laughed and clapped their hands, then she called out the first candidateâs name and went off stage.Â
Harry was called up fourth, practically leaping up the stage with how excited he was. Niall watched him, amazedly, while he wiped tears from his eyes. He had already laughed so much this evening that his eyes were teary even after he had dragged his sleeve across them, and his sides hurt from all the laughter. He hadnât thought that he would indeed enjoy the evening that much when he had let Harry talk him into accompanying him.Â
After having taken the microphone from the last candidate with a bow, Harry bowed once more for the applauding audience before he sat down in the chair on the stage. He settled in, clumsily fumbling around with his journal and the microphoneâs wire. Niall couldnât help but think that maybe he was at least a tiny bit nervous and not quite as cool as he had pretended.Â
âSo, Iâm Harry,â Harry drawled in his slow, deep voice. âIâm going to read from the journal I kept when I was 15. I hope youâll have as much fun as me, reliving the first time I was madly in love with another boy. I have to announce right away that itâs going to be kinda explicit, so youâve been warned.â
Harry cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, before he lifted the microphone to his mouth again and began to read.Â
âAnd then I saw⊠him. My dream boy. It was during PE, maybe heâs new because Iâm sure I would have noticed him if I had seen him before. He has blue eyes, a fringe, a dainty build, and best of all - a fat peachy arse.â
There are a few cat-calls and laughs from the audience, causing Harry to look up from his journal and giggle a bit, shaking his head. The things he wrote when he was so young and infatuated!
âHis arse has to be the best Iâve ever seen on a boy. I mean, I donât even know if heâs gay, but I want to dig my fingers into his meaty bum. Only if he wants it though of course. But I want that! His arse is even better than Michaelâs from church. I know Iâve talked a lot about Michael from church, but thatâs just because I almost kissed him that one time in the bathroom. Heâs actually a twat and has sweaty hands. But now! Now I know what love is! His name is Louis, and he is the exact same way his name sounds - nomen est omen, Mrs. Gardener would say. Heâs dainty, just like his French name sounds, but still thereâs some strange kind of force to him. God, I want to run my hands all over his body and touch him everywhere. Most of all his arse of course. Maybe also his dick, but I havenât seen it (YET!!) so I canât really speak for that I guess. His arse! This might sounds weird or disgusting, but I want to bury my tongue between his arse cheeks. (Yes thatâs a thing, Iâve seen people do that! Like not right to my face, just like in porn). Louis, I could die for your arse!â
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              Spotlight Author: nothing_but
1. A Good ImpressionÂ
Words: 5k
âDo you know whatâs expecting you?â Dr. Styles asked Louis, sitting down in the chair beside him.
âI googled stuff,â Louis explained âbut I never had an exam before, if thatâs what you want to know.â
Dr. Styles nodded.
âI also never tried it on my own,â Louis hurriedly added, his cheeks starting to go pink again.
Dr. Styles laughed quietly, looking kind of smug when saying: âOh, donât worry, youâll be fine either way. So if I could ask you to take your trousers off nowâŠ?â
OR Louis has to take a prostate exam, which in the very end doesnât turn out half as bad as it had seemed
2. Even If Itâs Just TonightÂ
Words: 26k
By turning the suitcase around, Harry at least found out the name of the sex toy loving stranger.
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When his best friend tried to shove a piece of paper right under his nose, Harry was quick to bat it away.Â
âLou please, Iâm trying to work, I was really getting somewhere with this one tricky sentence,â Harry groaned, not lifting his glance from the various sheets piled in front of him. His small desk space was littered all over with books, pencils, and even more books, most of them battered and their pages yellowed by their sheer age.Â
âThereâs a reason I like working in the library, you know?â Harry sighed. âItâs nice not having Peppermint constantly step on whatever it is Iâm working on and demanding attention every second.â
Harry finally looked up at his best friend, and found that there were indeed some similarities between his cat and Louis. He was giving Harry the exact same glance Lucy liked to fixate him with when Harry denied her access to his desk.Â
Apart from that, Louis was equally irresistible. âWhat do you want?â Harry asked, marking the spot where he left off translating with his finger.Â
âLook!â Louis proclaimed excitedly and way too loud for any common library, and once again held a piece of paper right into Harryâs face. Their library, however, was luckily far from common and on top of that, Harry and Louis were - as usual - hidden away in the dimmest corner. Harry took the sheet into his own hand and waited for Louis to enlighten him further about what exactly he was looking at.Â
âI just looked up that one commentary, you know, the one Payne wants us to read for Latin Literature III, about Juvenal?â
Harry nodded, urging Louis to continue. Meanwhile, he inspected the paper and the scribblings on it further.Â
âYeah, and this fell out!â Louis finished the story excitedly.Â
âSo why donât you put it back in and read the damn commentary? You could bring it over when youâre done, I need to look some things up as well, for example-â Harry said, giving the sheet back to Louis.Â
Louis didnât let him finish his sentence. âBut Harry, no, honestly, you havenât even taken a proper look at it! Itâs written in some sort of code,â he said, lowering his voice as if he were telling Harry a secret.Â
Harry sighed. âLouis, there are so many weird people in this library studying weird languages. Somebody mustâve forgotten their notes in this book, happens all the time. Weâre probably one of the most normal people, just studying Latin. Dâyou remember that one guy sitting in our spot last time? The one with the fat metal chain round his neck and the satanistic-themed shirt with⊠what⊠ancient Viking runes on it or some shit? Thereâs so many strange people around.â
âIâll bet you that this is no known language, itâs a code!â Louis insisted, holding the paper back into Harryâs face.Â
âYou mustâve read too much The Three Investigators or Five Find-Outers or something when you were little, Louis. Let it go and just fetch the commentary, please.â
Louis sighed, but let Harry return to his translation homework. âIâm taking a photo of it, though, and Iâm gonna find out what this is,â he insisted.Â
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When his best friend tried to shove a piece of paper right under his nose, Harry was quick to bat it away.Â
âLou please, Iâm trying to work, I was really getting somewhere with this one tricky sentence,â Harry groaned, not lifting his glance from the various sheets piled in front of him. His small desk space was littered all over with books, pencils, and even more books, most of them battered and their pages yellowed by their sheer age.Â
âThereâs a reason I like working in the library, you know?â Harry sighed. âItâs nice not having Peppermint constantly step on whatever it is Iâm working on and demanding attention every second.â
Harry finally looked up at his best friend, and found that there were indeed some similarities between his cat and Louis. He was giving Harry the exact same glance Lucy liked to fixate him with when Harry denied her access to his desk.Â
Apart from that, Louis was equally irresistible. âWhat do you want?â Harry asked, marking the spot where he left off translating with his finger.Â
âLook!â Louis proclaimed excitedly and way too loud for any common library, and once again held a piece of paper right into Harryâs face. Their library, however, was luckily far from common and on top of that, Harry and Louis were - as usual - hidden away in the dimmest corner. Harry took the sheet into his own hand and waited for Louis to enlighten him further about what exactly he was looking at.Â
âI just looked up that one commentary, you know, the one Payne wants us to read for Latin Literature III, about Juvenal?â
Harry nodded, urging Louis to continue. Meanwhile, he inspected the paper and the scribblings on it further.Â
âYeah, and this fell out!â Louis finished the story excitedly.Â
âSo why donât you put it back in and read the damn commentary? You could bring it over when youâre done, I need to look some things up as well, for example-â Harry said, giving the sheet back to Louis.Â
Louis didnât let him finish his sentence. âBut Harry, no, honestly, you havenât even taken a proper look at it! Itâs written in some sort of code,â he said, lowering his voice as if he were telling Harry a secret.Â
Harry sighed. âLouis, there are so many weird people in this library studying weird languages. Somebody mustâve forgotten their notes in this book, happens all the time. Weâre probably one of the most normal people, just studying Latin. Dâyou remember that one guy sitting in our spot last time? The one with the fat metal chain round his neck and the satanistic-themed shirt with⊠what⊠ancient Viking runes on it or some shit? Thereâs so many strange people around.â
âIâll bet you that this is no known language, itâs a code!â Louis insisted, holding the paper back into Harryâs face.Â
âYou mustâve read too much The Three Investigators or Five Find-Outers or something when you were little, Louis. Let it go and just fetch the commentary, please.â
Louis sighed, but let Harry return to his translation homework. âIâm taking a photo of it, though, and Iâm gonna find out what this is,â he insisted.Â
When his best friend tried to shove a piece of paper right under his nose, Harry was quick to bat it away.Â
âLou please, Iâm trying to work, I was really getting somewhere with this one tricky sentence,â Harry groaned, not lifting his glance from the various sheets piled in front of him. His small desk space was littered all over with books, pencils, and even more books, most of them battered and their pages yellowed by their sheer age.Â
âThereâs a reason I like working in the library, you know?â Harry sighed. âItâs nice not having Peppermint constantly step on whatever it is Iâm working on and demanding attention every second.â
Harry finally looked up at his best friend, and found that there were indeed some similarities between his cat and Louis. He was giving Harry the exact same glance Lucy liked to fixate him with when Harry denied her access to his desk.Â
Apart from that, Louis was equally irresistible. âWhat do you want?â Harry asked, marking the spot where he left off translating with his finger.Â
âLook!â Louis proclaimed excitedly and way too loud for any common library, and once again held a piece of paper right into Harryâs face. Their library, however, was luckily far from common and on top of that, Harry and Louis were - as usual - hidden away in the dimmest corner. Harry took the sheet into his own hand and waited for Louis to enlighten him further about what exactly he was looking at.Â
âI just looked up that one commentary, you know, the one Payne wants us to read for Latin Literature III, about Juvenal?â
Harry nodded, urging Louis to continue. Meanwhile, he inspected the paper and the scribblings on it further.Â
âYeah, and this fell out!â Louis finished the story excitedly.Â
âSo why donât you put it back in and read the damn commentary? You could bring it over when youâre done, I need to look some things up as well, for example-â Harry said, giving the sheet back to Louis.Â
Louis didnât let him finish his sentence. âBut Harry, no, honestly, you havenât even taken a proper look at it! Itâs written in some sort of code,â he said, lowering his voice as if he were telling Harry a secret.Â
Harry sighed. âLouis, there are so many weird people in this library studying weird languages. Somebody mustâve forgotten their notes in this book, happens all the time. Weâre probably one of the most normal people, just studying Latin. Dâyou remember that one guy sitting in our spot last time? The one with the fat metal chain round his neck and the satanistic-themed shirt with⊠what⊠ancient Viking runes on it or some shit? Thereâs so many strange people around.â
âIâll bet you that this is no known language, itâs a code!â Louis insisted, holding the paper back into Harryâs face.Â
âYou mustâve read too much The Three Investigators or Five Find-Outers or something when you were little, Louis. Let it go and just fetch the commentary, please.â
Louis sighed, but let Harry return to his translation homework. âIâm taking a photo of it, though, and Iâm gonna find out what this is,â he insisted.Â
âYou do that,â Harry mumbled.Â
X X X
âHave yâall gotten anywhere with that damn translation homework yet?â With a thump, Niall sat down next to Louis and Harry in the lecture hall, spreading his things all over the writing surface and interrupting their conversation.Â
âHi to you, Niall,â Harry greeted Niall. âAnd no, I got stuck at a particularly terrible sentence, Iâve got no idea whatsoever what itâs supposed to mean.â
âSounds like it might be an ancient dick joke once again,â Niall joked, poking Harry in the ribs.Â
âMight well be, Iâll leave it up to you to detect those. Everyone should do what they do best,â Harry was quick to respond.Â
âOi! Now Iâm getting a reputation for being the local dick joke expert?â Niall asked, feigning exasperation. âAll it takes is finding a boyfriend and pointing out what was definitely a dick joke in class once?â
âWell, mate, better deal with it,â Louis piped up. âI havenât even started on Juvenal yet, but I dug up that commentary and-â
âNot again,â Harry groaned and shot a desperate look at the clock. If he was lucky, the lecture would start soon and he would be spared to hear all of the so-called mystery Louis had discovered.Â
Harry had no such luck, it was still five minutes early; however, Niall seemed little more interested than Harry himself, which filled Harry with some hope that Louis might let it go soon.Â
Five minutes early became five minutes late, became ten minutes late, became fifteen minutes late. Around then, everybody in the lecture hall started checking their phones for e-mails that might announce that the lecture had been cancelled, some people left the lecture hall, some others started busying themselves with other work.Â
Harry checked his e-mail as well, but turned up empty-handed, just like everybody else.Â
âMaybe Rexha had an accident on her bike,â Niall suggested to explain their professorâs absence. âShe nearly ran me over with it last time, did I tell yâall? Sheâs a crazy biker and I was just walking through the underpass, totally oblivious, not harming anyone, and suddenly she just-â
Niall was interrupted by said professor bursting into the lecture hall, her coat flapping, her usually neat hair completely messed up and sticking to her forehead. She did give off the impression of just having narrowly escaped an accident. Without a word, she dumped her satchel on the lecturerâs desk and only then looked up at the now-silent students.Â
âDear students, I have a very sad announcement to make. As you might notice, I am deeply affected and distraught, but I understand that you must and deserve to know as well. Nothing more than a mere half hour ago, Mr Payne was found in his office, dead. We do not know anything more as of yet, and I ask you not to jump to any conclusions and make any unjustified assumptions. All of his lectures will of course be cancelled until further notice, although this certainly is not our first concern now.â
âWhat? That canât be true,â Louis exclaimed in shock, a bit too loudly. Mr Payne had been a favourite for almost everyone at the department, although he insisted on burdening the students with insane amounts of homework.Â
âIâm afraid it is, Ms Tomlinson,â the professor addressed Louis. âI donât want to believe it, either, but I am afraid that we have to accept this fact. As I cannot answer any questions you might have, let us now turn our attention to ancient Roman culture, as we must. I am sure that it would have also been in Mr Payneâs interest to continue this lecture as best as possible.â
X X X
âAgain, Lou, this is not The Five Find-Outers, he probably had a heart attack or something,â Harry repeated. âAs terrible as it is, itâs not getting better if we start circulating conspiracy theories.â
âItâs not a conspiracy theory, Harry. People do get murdered, you know? It doesnât only happen in horror movies,â Louis insisted.Â
âI agree with Harry,â Niall said, âmaybe he read a shockingly terribly student essay and, you know⊠No, sorry, that was actually tasteless, sorry. Payne was a good sport, despite all that homework. Iâm just trying to wrap my head around all of it.â
âYouâll see soon enough that I wasnât just fantasising, Iâm sure!â Louis repeated.
âOkay, Lou, you can say told you so when that happens, alright?â Harry tried to settle his best friend, âweâre all just in shock, thatâs all.â
X X X
The rumours that Mr Payne might not have died a natural death spread all throughout the department like a wildfire. Still, it was expectable, what with Mr Payne still being young and not known to be seriously ill. As could have been expected as well, Louis was in the middle of all the theories, although he didnât spread his thoughts beyond their friend group.Â
Only two days after the news had started spreading, Harry saw him in the library, bent over the fat commentary he had fished the sheet of paper out of.Â
âBusy conspiring again, are we?â Harry joked when he sat down next to him, setting down his laptop and a few books of his own.Â
âYes, and I might even be getting somewhere,â Louis replied.Â
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