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Take Off Your Colors - Nine.
It was a Sunday afternoon and all of the boys were gathered around a small fire. Niall and Zayn had been glued to each other’s sides for weeks, but no one seemed to notice because they were all focusing on Harry and Louis’ relationship.
“We could do a twitcam? We always get questions about ‘Larry’, so we might as well answer one.” Liam suggested, watching the youngest boy’s face for either confirmation or rejection.
Louis sighed dramatically, taking Harry’s fingers in between his as he shrugged slightly, “I was hoping that we could be a lot closer to the fans, when we told them.”
“We can’t just invite all of our fans to one arena, they wouldn’t fit!” Zayn’s logical voice chimed in, his attention finally captured by someone other than the blonde boy.
Liam stroked his chin, the gears in his mind were turning. He bit his lip and turned to the couple. “We could perform on a popular, live show that many people watch and you guys could proclaim your love for dick there.”
Zayn snorted and Niall couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on two of his mate’s faces. Louis tried meeting Harry’s eyes, but the boy wouldn’t budge, he kept his eyes on the fire. The last thing their relationship needed was a fight over not making enough eye contact.
“Which show?” Tomlinson answered hesitantly, he was hoping that his mate would answer because he didn’t want to be the only one making decisions.
“Oprah!” Niall cried, with a large, toothy smile spreading across his face.
Liam flicked the back of his head, before acknowledging Louis’ question, “The X Factor. If it hadn’t been for the show, we would never be a band and you would’ve never met each other. What do you say?”
Zayn, Niall and Liam watched Louis intently. The older boy glanced back at a zoned out Harry, then back at the boys. He nodded his head, “Okay.”
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“What the hell was that? We were making an important decision and you just decide that you don’t care?” He questioned, once they had entered their flat.
Harry turned to face Louis and sighed, “Of course I care.”
“Then what? Why wouldn’t you look at any of us? Why weren’t you helping me decide how we should make our relationship pub-” The brunette boy’s voice died out, his jawline trembled, as he thought of the possibility that Harry didn’t want to make their relationship public.
Didn’t Harry want to be able to hold his hand, give him tight hugs, kisses and take him out on a date? Didn’t he want that?
His lips were in a thin line, his eyes boring into the pair of green directly in front of him. “You don’t want people to know about us?”
Harry’s eyes widened with surprise, the hurt look on the shorter boy’s face became obvious. He closed the gap between their bodies, pressing his lips to Louis’ and securing his arms around his waist. His head lulled back slightly, he watched the sapphire eyes in front of him with high interest, a soft smile on his lips.
“I’m sorry, Lou. Of course I want people to know about us.. I was just nervous about everything and I, I just needed to think things over, but I do want to do this.” He replied nervously, anxious to hear what his mate had to say.
Louis’ hurt expression evaporated, his lips tugged upwards as he hugged Harry even tighter. “I’m also sorry that I overreacted, I really thought that you didn’t want us to be out there and it frustrated me.. but we’re in this until the very end. Don’t be nervous, Haz, I love you.” He leaned back from the embrace and smiled at the younger boy. He pressed small kisses around the nape of the male’s neck, his tongue drew circles into his soft skin.
“Can we just fuck on national tv?”
“Ah, I see I’m finally witnessing horny Harry.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
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I’m looking this chapter over and it looks fairly short.. I wrote this at 9 a.m. yesterday, so it’s probably bad, but I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter will be the final chapter :)
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Take Off Your Colors | Eight.
Take Off Your Colors 8.
“Harold, get your ass downstairs right now, we need to talk!” Louis had climbed one flight of stairs and could see the younger boy’s room open a slither.
His groggy voice made it apparent that he had focused all of his energy on sleeping, while Louis’ thoughts had been driving him insane. “About what?”
“Us.” Louis crossed his arms over his toned torso, he sighed impatiently. “I will throw you over my shoulder and-“
Harry emerged from the room, plaid pajama bottoms hanging from his straight hips as he bumped the elder’s shoulder, heading towards the living room. Louis took the stairs two by two, his annoyance growing as he snatched the remote from the other boy’s hand and turned the t.v. off.
“We’re going to talk, not watch stupid shows and act as if we’re okay!” He growled, his temper rising as he gripped the side of the stubborn male’s face, “Dammit, Harry! Why won’t you look at me?”
“Because this is all of your fault! Blame yourself for this mess, because I honestly had no control over what happened!” He snapped, shooting an icy glare through his curly fringe. His knuckles were white as they clenched and unclenched.
Louis’ eyebrows knitted together, in complete and utter confusion, he was baffled, to say the very least. “My fault? No control? What on earth are you-“
“You made me like you. You knew what you were doing, you knew that your constant teasing and touches riled me up. You knew that I had no self-control, when it came to you, but that didn’t stop you! No, you lead me on, acting as if it was perfectly normal for best mates to hug and stare and act like lovers, when it isn’t!” Harry was on his feet, his face displaying anger and hurt and emotions that made Louis feel like a jerk. He stepped forward, his eyes blazing as he struggled to keep his voice remotely calm. “Then you brought Eleanor into the picture and you set a new record, because I crumbled to pieces in a split-second! After you break up with the girl, you play it up even more and as soon as I regain my posture and try to move on, you decide to make me feel bad! You decide to suddenly act like you care, you decide to suddenly realize that this,” he gestured between the two of them, “isn’t going well.”
“Harry, I-“
He rolled his eyes, his finger firmly jutting the older boy in the chest. “You had no idea? Of course you didn’t! You’re just completely oblivious and you enjoy toying with my feelings, because let’s face it, you know that I would do anything for you.” He lowered his voice and his gaze, shaking his head slowly. “I ignored you because I had to, I needed breathing space, I needed to gain some dignity and realize that it’s pathetic for me to have to wait on someone who could never-“
“I love you, you curly-headed, ridiculous, jealous, attractive-when-angry, crazy, adorable idiot. I’m in love with you and I think I always have been. I didn’t think that you liked me back and I guess, I guess.. I don’t really know, actually. I don’t know when it started, why it happened, but I fell in love with you and that’s all that matters. It was never my intention to play with your emotions or make you feel as bad as you’re feeling and I-“
His words were lost at sea, as Harry’s lips lowered onto his mouth. Their lips moved easily, as if they were made for each other. They fit perfectly, bodies close, tongues closer, veins under the influence of adrenaline and pure desire.
“I love you,” Harry breathed, his eyes slowly opening as he pressed their foreheads together.
Louis smiled, his hold on Harry’s waist as firm as ever as he placed a kiss on the younger boy’s temple. “I-“
“I knew it! I fucking knew it! Can I be the one to confirm online suspicions on this relationship?” Niall pleaded to Liam, his eyes wide with excitement, when he witnessed the pair kissing. Zayn simply smirked, eyeing the two knowingly.
Liam gave him a look, before chewing on his bottom lip nervously. He was a little bit concerned and was overthinking about how they would tell fans and how everyone would react and all of the consequences.. when out of the corner of his eye, he saw the smile on Niall’s face when Zayn reached out for his hand and his expression softened. He looked back at the boys and managed a small smile, “I’m happy for you guys.”
Louis beamed, hugging Harry from the side as he grinned wickedly at Liam. “Thanks, Daddy, your blessing is appreciated.”
Harry watched his friends, with an amused, happy expression, before hugging Louis properly and smiling against the curve of his neck. His life resembled a cheesy movie as his stomach fluttered with butterflies and the nervous tingling that flowed from head to toe. His nerves were tackling on the challenge of how they were going to tell the world, when Louis’ words vibrated against his ear.
“We’re in this together, no matter how hard it may be. I love you.”
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Haven’t updated in forever. Sorry I’d this sucks, I’m too lazy to edit/make it longer, but I hope you liked this chapter. I’m thinking one or two more chapters and this fic will be done! :) werk dat fangurl attitude. ~
Prisoner of Love; One.
He was undeniably attractive. His reckless curls and emerald eyes had me second-guessing my every move. He wasn’t one to take life too seriously, he was one to take advantage of his appearance and smirk under the limelight. He was a self-proclaimed heartbreaker and in a sense, he was a one hit wonder.
The will to stop me from falling withered every single day, like a fragile, elderly rose and eventually, I fell for him. I fell for everything that he was made up of. I was naïve and under the impression that my love wasn’t unrequited. My affections yearned to live another day, convincing me that I could be whatever he wanted.. that I could do whatever he needed. And I was.. and I did.
And the chains that bind me do not define me.
It’s not these four walls that I’m confined to, but the love I am a prisoner of, that reject my pleas for freedom and my fighting chance.
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December.
“We were never platonic, babe,” Harry’s head dipped down to meet his left shoulder, as I shifted to my side, curling my index finger around the blanket’s fringe.
My eyes flickered up, my attention focused in on his statement. A small lump formed in my throat, delaying my speech and increasing my heart rate. I had my lips in a thin line, my struggle for words evident as an amused look crawled onto his lips and coruscated in his eyes. “We.. yes, we were, before we got together.”
“No, you were intrigued from the start and your feelings developed quicker than you’d like to admit.” His curls framed the side-to-side movement of his head, he kept his eyes on me, boring into my complexion. His accusations were correct and almost frightening, forcing me to analyze the reality of my feelings. Moments passed, his words still processing in my brain as the existence of my irrevocable love for him shone on both of us. He extended his right arm, the pads of his fingers gently grazing my skin like morning rain on fresh-cut grass. I managed to break our eye contact, lowering my gaze to his appealing mouth.
The distance between us steadily decreased, his lips crashed down on mine. I felt the outline of his mouth lift as his tongue swiped across my bottom lip, mixing into the kiss. His fingers remained on my cheeks, while my fingers became tangled in his ringlets. Our bodies inched forward, our legs interwined and our hips barely touching as his lips moved further south. My head lulled back, allowing him full range of my neck, my eyes were lazily set on the ceiling as a collection of moans fled my mouth. My eyelids slowly closed, my breathing rushed, with Harry’s lips tracing every inch of my skin.
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April.
My mouth fell agape, the intimate of the memory dancing on the edge of my lips. I was reminiscing, yet again. The nostalgia fluttered to the pit of my stomach, my vision blurring slightly as I choked upon remembrance. My bare knuckles repeatedly met the wall, temporary indents were my indicator as to when it was appropriate to stop.
I hastily spun on my heel, ignoring the harsh feel of my back sliding down the metal wall. I brought my knees to my chest, burying my head into my palms, as an attempt to stifle my weakness. The tears ran down the bridge of my nose, racing towards my mouth as I tasted bitter salt. Gradually, I raised my head, my hands were swollen and my eyes were overwhelmed by the cesspool of emotion.
I permitted my eyes to close, swallowing my mental state and spitting my physical state into my Harry Styles tainted past.
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Yet another attempt at serving Larry Stylinson fanfiction justice. This story should get better and progress soon enough. Keyword: should. I love you.
Just Say Yes: One-shot.
“No one can shake me quite like you can, Hazza.”
It was the last period before spring break and Harry was on the edge of his seat, eager to escape both the school and the boy beside him. The lad was new to the and awfully cheeky, nicknames had been rolling off his tongue, every five minutes. Whatever entered his mind, exited his mouth. Honestly, Harry appreciated the fact that he could actually keep a conversation going and felt obligated to fill in any pauses, but he wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
“What are you even talking about?” He arched an eyebrow, absentmindedly tapping his pencil against his worksheet.
Mischief brimmed in the sapphire tint of his eyes, his lips curving, “My undeniable attraction towards you.”
Visible heat poked at his cheeks, his neck suddenly felt hot and he mustered up enough strength to peel his eyes away. Harry scratched the back of his neck, focusing his eyes on the worksheet in front of him. “Shut- Look, I’m not in the mood to play games.”
Confusion dragged the boy’s eyebrows together as he bumped his knee against the curly-haired boy’s knee, prompting him to make eye contact. “I wasn’t aware that we were playing games, Haz.”
Harry snarled, his attention drawn away from his schoolwork. “Louis, you’ve been aimlessly making stupid remarks for the last thirty minutes and I really just want to finish this, so I can leave when the bell rings.”
Louis was dumbfounded, for a split second, before chuckles escaped his mouth and he grinned, “Harry, do you think that I’m joking?”
“Yes,” he mumbled, an unamused expression on his face.
“Well, I’m not joking. I’m genuinely fascinated by you.” The brilliant smile on his lips made it hard for Harry to not mirror his actions.
“Really?”
Louis winked, “Yes, I’d like to run my fingers through your curls. Say.. tonight? I’d like to take you on a proper date, before we take things back to my place.”
Harry groaned, the pads of his fingers grazed his temples as he frowned. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re delicious.” He fired back, quite proud of his instantly cheesy rebuttal.
“I’m seriously contemplating slapping you right now.” Harry replied, he couldn’t help the loose grin that tugged at his lips, in the midst of their childish flirting.
“And I’m imagining you naked.” Louis inched closer to Harry, with every word.
The green-eyed boy leaned forward, studying the lad in front of him with beady eyes, his response was on the tip of his tongue, when their teacher qchimed in.
Her arms were crossed over her chest and she stared down both boys, who offered apologetic smiles. She cleared her throat, “Is your desire for each other that much more important than the dismissal bell?”
Harry scrambled to find words and shook his head, nervously. “Err, no. Sorry.”
She glanced at the clock and back at the boys, “Since you spent most of my class chatting, I think it’s only fair that you sit tight for another ten minutes and actually get some work done?”
“Yes, ma’am,” they reluctantly agreed. She nodded and retreated back towards her desk.
Harry looked over at a cheeky Louis and raised his eyebrow.
“What do you say to a detention date?” Louis smirked, nudging the green-eyed boy, intensity glazed over his eyes.
”..Yes.”
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What a bad ending, hah. This is short and weird, but I’m in the mood to write one-shots, I just need more ideas. L@RRY 1$ R3@L 0K@Y.
Take Off Your Colors | Seven.
‘And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows, all the good girls are home with broken hearts’. Yet another morning, filled with rays of sunlight shining through the blinds, was born. John Mayer’s voice flooded the half-asleep boy’s ears, as he propped himself up onto his elbows. He blinked twice before stifling a yawn and breathing in his surroundings.
Oddly, he felt like a punch line of a corny joke. That’s all he was, after all, a joke. A sour taste rested at the bottom of his mouth and he felt the rims of his ears heat up, blood pushing through as his vision blurred. As the tears ran down his pasty cheeks, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit pathetic. There he was, crying his bloody eyes out over a boy he was desperately in love with. It wouldn’t have been so bad and pathetic, had he voiced his feelings. If he had actually done something and Louis had actually rejected him, then he would have a real reason to cry, but he knew he couldn’t tell Louis. He knew that if he got turned down, that was the end. He couldn’t pretend to be okay, he couldn’t support his mate’s future relationships, he just couldn’t do that. Harry Styles wasn’t that kind of person. Instead, he was the dumb kid that got lost in a pair of blue eyes.
He was the fool and Louis was the gold. He was wide-eyed, yet oblivious to his environment, when the older boy was near. Somehow, in some odd way, he managed to take Harry’s breath away. He managed to make his insides tingle and he was the reason goosebumps were always present in the boy’s skin. He was the reason he wanted to live, he was the reason he wouldn’t give up, but even more so, he was starting to be the reason Harry found faults in himself. Did Louis not love him, because he had so many imperfections? Harry knew rhe blue-eyed boy was everything he wanted, but maybe HE wasn’t what the blue-eyed boy desired.
His heart was set on fire, embers rising from the pit of his stomach as he brought this train of thought to an abrupt stop.
Stop. Stop it. Stop thinking about him, when he’s not thinking about you. He’s not in love with you and let’s face it, he never will be. Never.
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Louis was beginning to worry, his forehead wrinkled and he kept pacing past his flatmate’s bedroom door. It was 2 p.m. and the curly-haired boy had yet to display his active existence. He didn’t want to annoy the younger lad, so he finally settled for a dumb text message.
To Harry:
Are you still sleeping?
To Louis:
No.
To Harry:
Wanna hang out today then?
To Louis:
I’m not up to it. Ask the boys if you want company.
“Ask the boys, if you want company. “Louis repeated, in a hushed tone, he leaned his back against the door, his own thoughts encircling him,”Why does he want to get rid of me? What did I do?” He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t want to upset the boy so again, he relied on a text message.
To Harry:
I guess I will. Are you feeling sick?
To Louis:
Something like that.
To Harry:
I could stay, if you’d like? I could make you soup and give you medicine?
To Louis:
Not necessary, I’d rather the kitchen didn’t burn down.
To Harry:
Don’t have too much faith in me, Haz.
To Louis:
Ok.
Louis sighed, before typing in “see you later”, he retreated back to his room and sprawled himself across his bed.
To Zayn:
Wanna get a coffee?
To Louis:
Trouble in paradise? ;)
To Zayn:
Shut up. I’ll meet you in 15.
To Louis:
Alright, don’t get Harry’s panties in a bunch x
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Zayn Malik nodded at his troubled friend as he occupied the seat directly across from him. The ebony-haired boy gripped the handle on his mug and gestured towards the latte in front of Louis. “Got you the usual. How’re ya feeling?”
“Thanks,” he sniffed, lifting the mug to his lips and taking a sip, “Alright.. a little confused.”
“Confused?” Zayn prompted, his left eyebrow descending in his right eye brow evenly arched as he downed a third of his coffee.
Tomlinson pressed his lips together harshly, his coral lips drained of color, a stark white rippling over his mouth. He separated his lips, his magnificent eyes were tainted with hurt and he finally met his concerned friend’s gaze. “It’s Harry.”
“When isn’t it?”
“Shush.. I just don’t know anymore. I tried everything! I broke things off with Eleanor, I tried to spend time with him, but I guess he doesn’t feel the same way, because he refuses to leave his room.” Louis huffed, pure exasperation distributed throughout his facial expression, he scowled at nothing in particular.
The tanned lad had a sympathetic look on his face, but his eyes eventually took a 350 degree turn, before he began to speak. “You tried everything.. except talking to him about your feelings. Lou, you’re both crazy about each other. All of us know it. You guys just need to admit it, not just to yourselves, but each other. What have you got to lose?”
‘My best friend.’
But Louis just grinned for the sake of his mate who was only trying to help him figure out the mess he was in.
“Yeah.. you’re right. I’ll think about it.”
“Don’t think, just do.”
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I haven’t updated this in a long time, so here ya go. The next update will either be this, a one-shot or Dust Bowl Dance. :) x
