- “"You sound like you could just as easily have been a therapist," Louis comments lightly. / Harry almost flinches at that. He's thought about it before, because maybe there's a part of him that can't just let other people be, that has to try and fix things.” - In From The Cold
- “[...] Or maybe the control freak who needs to solve everyone around him like they're puzzles."” - In From The Cold
- “[...] leaving is beautiful when you have somewhere to come back to.” - In From The Cold
- “He and Harry would have met somehow, he's sure of it. Harry would have eventually come to the Resource Centre, or Louis would have bumped into him on campus, or they would have stood in line next to each other at the coffee shop. People like Harry don't just wander into your life by accident. No, they met because they were meant to, and Louis has no doubt in his mind that he would meet Harry in any possible world. Louis is a big believer in fate.” - Both Showing Hearts
- “Right now he can't look at Harry without seeing the reminders of the people who laid hands on him, who dared to hurt the kind, innocent boy who insists on catching spiders in cups and setting them free rather than letting Louis squish them.” - Both Showing Hearts
- “"Violence doesn't solve violence," as Harry would say. ” - Both Showing Hearts
- “And then Harry’s lips are on his - closed and soft and sweet as cookie dough. He kisses gently, with only a hint of pressure against Louis’ mouth. And it’s - it’s not bad, per se, but it isn’t the way Louis has always imagined first kisses. He doesn’t feel a swell of heat course through his body; he doesn’t see fireworks, and nothing becomes tinged golden yellow. He sees the black of his eyelids and feels Harry’s peach fuzz tickling his chin and hears Harry inhale softly through his nose. It feels - not the way he thinks it’s supposed to.” - Ace
- “He reaches up to grip Harry’s shoulders, and they feel strong and decently sized; but when he imagines him pinning him against a wall, it doesn’t do anything for him. The kiss is nice, and Louis wouldn’t mind doing it again, but he can’t imagine enjoying this for hours, as everyone else seems to. He likes that he feels closer to Harry like this, connected in a way he’s never connected with anyone else before, but it doesn’t feel any more exciting than he thinks it would feel to be tucked up under Harry’s arm while they watch a movie or spooned together as they fall asleep.” - Ace
- “But it’s really more about Louis closing his eyes and picturing that he’s alone. It’s about wanting to squirm out from under Harry’s hold so badly he has to clench his fist and bite his lip to hold himself still. It’s about feeling so uncomfortable he literally has no clue how anyone finds this pleasurable. It’s about ignoring the prickling wetness along his lash line and forcing himself not to curl up into a ball. It’s about it feeling so unnatural Louis has to bite his tongue before he asks him to stop. It’s about picturing himself anywhere but here. It’s about feeling like he’s going to shake out of his skin. It’s about how difficult it is to control his face, because he’s sure if Harry were to look at him now all he’d see is repulsion. It’s about how much he wants to enjoy it, but he can only focus on the little voice in the back of his mind chanting stop, stop, stop. It’s about his heart pumping so hard he thinks he might be going into cardiac arrest. It’s about ignoring Harry’s hard on pressed to his back and his heavy breathing aimed into his ear. It’s about focusing only on the slide of something against his cock that’s propelling him into the hopefully inevitable orgasm. It’s about pretending it’s just like those rare mornings because he’s afraid his erection is going to go down if he pictures anything else. It’s about his eyes squeezing shut so he doesn’t cry or something equally as embarrassing. It’s about how forced and wrongwrongwrong this feels. It’s entirely about that.” - Ace
- “It’s just, like, everyone treats sex like this huge thing everyone wants no matter what — that when they reach a certain age, that’s it, and there’s no going back, and you become a sex crazed adult, and I’ve just —“ Louis chokes on his words, all semblance of composure leaving him in one short breath — with blunt honesty he’s never had the strength to speak. “I’ve never felt like that. And ever since Liam had a crush on Ms. Chelsey, and Zayn had his first girlfriend, and Niall had his first kiss on a swing set, I’ve felt like this fucking child, stuck in a body growing too fast for me. Like my body grew faster than my brain, and I’ve been stuck in this weird permanent Peter Pan state, and everyone else has grown up, and I’ve been left behind. I’ve always felt like I was programmed differently,[...]” - Ace
- “Niall bought him a rainbow flag, and Liam started calling out their classmates who used gay slurs, and Zayn held his hand under the table when he came out to his mum and step-dad. He felt loved and like he wasn’t alone and like it mattered. This time it feels like it doesn’t matter. Other than Perrie’s hug and her few quick words, he’s only got questions and anger and dismissal. Harry’s reaction is nowhere near as heart-breaking as Zayn’s but he literally just talked about how he’s never talked about this with anyone; and even though he knows Harry’s upset, he wants cuddles and kind words and for Harry to tell him he loves him at least 50 more times before he even thinks of walking out the door. He wants Harry to reassure him it’s okay that he doesn’t want sex and that he’s not a child and that he’s fine the way he is and that loving him without sex is enough, and that he won’t secretly resent him for unintentionally forcing him into un-discussed beforehand celibacy, even though that would be perfectly reasonable. That’s not too selfish to want, is it? Some validation? Some support?” - Ace
- “It just felt inexplicably wrong, like dating wasn’t something he was meant to actually do. It was different when it actually became a real possibility that something could happen, instead of a far off, wouldn’t this be cool situation — an unreachable great perhaps. Louis could hypothetically talk dating and sex all day, but he always imagined it in the context as for other people.” - Ace
- “But he felt like there was something imperative missing inside of him; and since he was missing that piece, he couldn’t date. It wasn’t in the cards for him. It wasn’t right.” - Ace
- “[...] he was secretly terrified he was the only one of his friends who hadn’t had sex yet. And that he honestly had no burning desire to change that fact, unlike everyone else seemed to.” - Ace
- “He doesn’t understand what the big fucking deal is and why everyone is so obsessed with sex and dating and the idealised Hollywood romance bullshit. It’s tiring and redundant, and Louis still can’t see the allure of it. It isn’t that he’s a prude or anything (quite the opposite—Louis is one of the first people Niall turns to whenever he needs to make an innuendo), but, to Louis, it still feels more like an abstract concept to joke about. Not something he actually wants to participate in. Something fun for other people to participate in, perhaps, but not him.” - Ace
- “Apparently, when flies fall in love, they do it so hard they never fall in love with any other flies ever again, because the synaptic coding in their brains is rewritten.” - heroes of the orange skies
- “She suddenly isn't in the mood for socialization anymore.” - sink into tomorrow
- “"You're too cute, Rockstar. Maybe the cutest ever." Maybe the cutest ever. Where can Harry go to get that engraved and what can he get that engraved into? He makes a mental note to look into this later.” - Battle Cry
- “But all Louis does is smile coyly before he sips his tea, cheeks hollowing and lips pouting to blow the steam away, encompassing all the beauty of the Renaissance. Life imitates art, they say. They were correct.” - Battle Cry
- “[...] Harry wants to sew his pants together with his pants and he wants to hold his hand and kiss his eyelids and bake him whole grain bread and rub lotion onto the dry parts of his elbows and fold his socks and listen to the way his voice sounds when Harry's ear is pressed against his chest.” - Battle Cry
- “"I want to know why it's frowned upon for men to openly wear tiaras," Harry says one day, pouting as he delicately unpeels a banana. "I hate that society tries to dictate my feelings because, you know, I really like tiaras and I fully intend to wear them, should the feeling arise."” - Battle Cry
- “[...] Harry hums, scratching his chin as he checks his phone - no new texts from Louis. The worst possible way to start one's day.” - Battle Cry
- “[...] Harry takes a careful sip of tea, pinky out.” - Battle Cry
- “It's so domestic. It's Harry's favourite thing in the world.” - Battle Cry
- “Harry shrugs, his gaze dropping to his lap. Louis has nice feet. Maybe he can get him to step in wet paint and walk all over his floor, or something. Immortalize his pretty feet. Maybe he could walk on Harry's body.” - Battle Cry
- “"I fuck old men for a living. Of course I golf."” - Escapade
- “"Your job does not measure your worth. Being an escort is not who you are. You're a human, and a seemingly decent one, at that. You deserve to be treated with respect and kindness."” - Escapade
- “I'd always wanted to travel. I wanted to go everywhere and anywhere.” - Escapade
- “The crowd would cheer for a conch shell propped near a microphone.” - Escapade
- “Isn't that just as bad as if it was all I did? Doesn't matter what percent of the time I do it. I do it.” - Escapade
- “"What do I have to do with it? "Georgie meets you and suddenly he's having this, like, gay revolution."” - Escapade
- “"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned."” - Escapade
- “"You're, like," Louis started to smile wider, Harry dropping light kisses on his neck, "that food you end up trying by accident, but are immediately addicted to." Harry rested his cheek on his pillow, peering up at him with wide, round eyes. "And you can't get enough of it, so you run to the shop at three in the morning every night because you feel like you'll die if you don't get more of that flavour or texture or whatever. That's what being with you is like, only you don't have to run to the shop. The food is right here and you can eat as much as you want without getting sick or full."” - Escapade
- “"You could do this to me for literally hours and I'd be ecstatic, but I also want to get fucked tonight." Harry kissed his lower back and lifted himself, reaching out for a condom. "Hours, hm?" "Days." "Now we're talking."” - Escapade
- “"This arse was put on this planet to be eaten."” - Escapade
- “"I like your voice," Louis had told him, that night Harry had stayed over. They'd both woken up in the middle of the night, kissing the taste of their sleep stale mouths away and rolling around within the warmth of the sheets, legs tangling. "All deep and slow. Reminds me of when you pull a spoon out of a pot of honey."” - i love you more
- “He remembers his lie, told so easily without even a thought, garnished with a light laugh. Harry had asked, do you pick up people on the street like this all the time? Because he does, and a small buried part of him wanted to know if Louis did, too.” - i love you more
- “The road stretches on beneath them, endless and dark, but Harry doesn't even notice, is watching Louis.” - i love you more
- “Louis is snarky and clever and smart, and Harry - Harry cannot find fault. He doesn't want to find fault. Instead, he wants to bottle this feeling, devour it again and again. Harry wishes he could pull down the stars and drape them around their shoulders and hide Louis and him from the rest of the world.” - i love you more
- “[...] "I know you love 'im. But maybe it's time you realise that loving someone and fixing them aren't the same."” - i love you more
- “Loving isn't fixing, Louis reminds himself. Harry does not need fixing, because Harry is not broken. At best Harry is corners and elbows, step falling exactly in place with Louis like he can't walk to his own beat. At best Harry loves him, and at worst Harry is lost without him, unsure how to exist on his own, as if his existence has always entailed being attached to someone else. These are bones Louis doesn't pick at.” - i love you more
- “His converse have splits in both heels and are held together with what Louis suspects is glue and positive thinking.” - i love you more
- “By the time he comes home he's properly angry, throwing his shit on the floor and marching over to the bed. He hates that Harry is damaged and he hates that Harry is sad and most of all he hates that he can't help. He hates that he doesn't know where to even start, and he hates that all he has is his useless fucking hands.” - i love you more
- “So I have two fics in the works that I was doing really well on and then Harry Styles decides to get these puffy nips that he just refuses to put away.” - lately i've been craving more
- “Harry is blindingly, stupidly in love with him, feels like he's drowning in it, so much so that he needs to grab onto one of Louis' thighs to steady himself.” - lately i've been craving more
- “It's only about 7am but Louis has already fallen in love twice today.” - How Do You Whisk?
- “Sometimes Harry tries to convince himself fate doesn't exist. It very rarely works.” - Take Me Back (To Where It All Began)
- “"Oh, please, I'm a city rat, you dipshit. Tell me where you're headed and I'll have directions in three seconds flat," is what Louis should say. "I've got a bed for free," is what he actually says.” - we've people to see (let's put 'em on hold)
- “See, Harry Styles is a hopeless, hopeless romantic. Harry Styles fell in love for the first time when he was eight. Harry Styles still believes in sparks flying during the first kiss. Harry Styles was the only one in his junior class who didn't think the time frame of Romeo and Juliet was pitiful and ridiculous. And Harry Styles has never felt something click right into place as quickly as it did when he shared sweat on the subway with Louis, er. He doesn't know his last name, but he knows he wants to add it to his.” - we've people to see (let's put 'em on hold)
- “Harry's overwhelmed. He's being given a second chance, his second chance is clinging to him at this very moment. His second chance is talking about photography. He would really like to photograph his second chance's naked body.” - we've people to see (let's put 'em on hold)
- “"Hey, it was a stripper, not a hooker, Louis, don't objectify," Harry reprimands [...]” - we've people to see (let's put 'em on hold)
- “Of course, he wants to fuck Harry's brains out of his head at every given chance from this point on, but he also wants to cuddle him on rainy days and kiss his hair and pour him cereal. Harry's different.” - we've people to see (let's put 'em on hold)
- “I've never fallen in love so fast, he thinks as he slides upwards, hovering over Harry's cock. I've never fallen in love at all, he thinks as he grasps Harry in his hand and guides his tip toward his lax hole. I'm falling in love so fast it's ridiculous, he thinks as he sinks down, vaguely hears Harry's loud groan of relief. My negative essay on the timeline of Romeo and Juliet junior year doesn't seem so relevant anymore, he thinks as he pins Harry's wrists at his sides and swivels his hips experimentally once he's bottomed out.” - we've people to see (let's put 'em on hold)
- “He absolutely must pause to admire the come, his come, pooled on Harry's lower abdomen and curling in a disturbing beautiful way around the details of the butterfly. Hours, he thinks.” - we've people to see (let's put 'em on hold)
- “"You look sexy holding that pizza," she says. It's a joke. Kind of. Niall swallows. He looks between her and the food like it's the hardest choice he's ever had to make, and, honestly, Zayn's a little flattered when he flings it over the back of the couch. "Niall! What a waste. I would've eaten that."” - A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence
- “They end up getting four, because Niall can eat at least two by himself without breaking a sweat. Zayn's seen it; it's terrifying.” - A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence
- “Three slices of pizza in and the rest abandoned when Zayn spills pineapple on her stomach and Niall licks it off, with the pretence of not wasting good food even though he doesn't eat pineapple because of the way it gets stuck in his braces.” - A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence
- “But Louis is Louis. And Louis doesn't listen to anyone. Except Harry.” - I'll Give You Nothing But Truth
- “He thinks he could look at him all day. Thinks people who enjoy visiting the same tourist attraction time after time are crazy when they could just stay at home and look at someone like Louis all day. Then again, not everyone has a Louis. In fact, no-one has a Louis. No one is as lucky as him.” - I'll Give You Nothing But Truth
- “He can never stay even remotely mad at anything Louis does. He could probably murder Harry's entire family and he'd still love him more than the earth loves the sun.” - You Gotta Show The World (That Something Good Can Work)
- “The Baby. It's weird, Harry thinks, calling her that. She's been The Bump for so long now and it's weird.” - L. O. V. E Forever (I Hope You Know)
- “And honestly, she's only been alive for six days but Louis' pretty sure she's the most spoilt baby in ever, probably.” - L. O. V. E Forever (I Hope You Know)
- “As they touched down with a teeth-shattering thud, skidding along what sounded like an icy runway, Louis came to the profound realization that bad driving was genetic.” - Dear Santa
- “He might be terrible, but it's just one more class. Just one more. / And then Louis hugs him. // "You did what?" / Harry blushes, feeling Zayn's judgement even through the laptop screen. "I signed up for six month worth of twice a week jazz fit classes at the gym?"” - every time you move to the beat it gets hard(er) for me
- “"Now, I shouldn't really be telling you this, because this is supposed to be for clients who have been here a while, but you could always sign up for extra lessons with Louis if you really want to get better." / Harry perks up. "Private lessons?" / "One on one. Just you and Louis, so he can give you all the help you need." / All of a sudden, Harry feels a rush of warm and fuzzy feelings for Liam. "Yes, that! I want to do that!" / Liam grins brightly and leads him to the front desk to sign him up. This is an excellent idea. // This is a terrible idea.” - every time you move to the beat it gets hard(er) for me
- “The instructor himself emerges from the changing room about ten minutes before class is set to start, and lights up so brightly when he sees Harry that Harry swears he feels his own heart actually skip a beat.” - every time you move to the beat it gets hard(er) for me
- “"Why don't you stop eye-fucking him and ask him?" / And Louis cringes because eye-fuck sounds dirty and makes him feel even weirder. He'd prefer examine closely while getting these baby butterflies behind his navel because it sounds better, prettier.” - You're The Key
- “"You know nothing about the human body, do you." / After giving a shrug and a melodious "I dunno," Harry pulled Louis in closer. "I do know about art though," he said with hooded lids and darkened eyes that scanned every curve of Louis' body. / "You're disgusting." / "Well, you're beautiful." / "Shut the hell up." / "Make me."” - Satan's Got a New Headscarf
- “"Can you - agh, can you move, babe?" / Louis stopped at the base of Harry's cock. "Babe?" he said with his eyebrows raised. "Don't fucking call me babe when you just called me a bitch five minutes ago. It doesn't work like that,"” - Satan's Got a New Headscarf
- “Harry remembers how Louis had tied him to the pole on their last night in London; how Louis had ridden Harry so hard and thorough that he'd been crying with need by the end. He wonders if the sheets still smell of them.” - all your lights are red, but i'm green to go
- “"I've been miserable without you. Nothing - nothing makes sense. It feels like I'm trying to function without a limb, most of the time, like... everything's just wrong, and my bed's always too cold and my house feels too big and my life feels too empty, and I just - I want you back, Haz."” - all your lights are red, but i'm green to go
- “"You write?" he asked, hours later. / There was a typewriter at a wobbly desk by the window. Loose-leaf paper littered the space around it, littered the ground. Most of it was blank. / "I'm trying to. You paint?" / "I try not to," Zayn murmured in response, before peeking an eye open and smirking.” - Core 'ngrato
- “"Do you think it's wrong that I'm like...entirely fucked up without Louis? And that I'm pathetically hung up on him and will probably never be over him?" Harry asks, straightforward and curious. The ash collects on the end of the cigarette — he's only taken a few drags. The smoke is too sharp. / "It's how you feel, though," Zayn replies after just a brief pause, a brief pull of his cigarette. The words are released with the smoke. "You can't feel wrong."” - Core 'ngrato
- “And yet here they are. / In silence, fearful of each other. Here they are, scared to lock eyes, when they've fucked each other until they've cried. Here they are, awkward and bumbling and distant, when they've wiped vomit from each other's mouths and shared toothbrushes and licked each other's sweaty bodies from head to toe and held each other's pieces when they broke and whispered words they would never, ever fucking say to anybody else. / And here they are. Eating toast. Feet kept to themselves. Looking anywhere, anywhere, but at each other.” - Core 'ngrato
- “"I'm honestly so glad you're here," he continues then, when Louis doesn't respond. It sounds loud in the bright silence, voice soft and too raspy and Louis stops eating, just listens, but never looks. "Thank you for being here. For coming. And for, obviously, not leaving last night. Thank you." / It's a bit too honest, too much, given how tentative they've been. Given that it's been almost a year. He doesn't care, though. Louis makes him want to spill everything, hold nothing back. Louis makes him reckless. Braver. Whatever you want to call it. / But Louis, Louis who sits at Harry's table and eats his toast and looks so tragically immortal at ten o'clock in the morning, responds with, "I'm sorry."” - Core 'ngrato
- “Not once has he moved, save for his breathing. He thinks he's breathing. Pretty sure, at least. He's pretty sure that he's still alive. Whatever.” - Core 'ngrato
- “He hasn't written in so long, spending most of his time trying to suppress words and forget images and ignore the sweeping swells of emotion that carry those empty, poetic nuances with them.” - Core 'ngrato
- “Zayn always looks tired. Harry suspects it's because he spends his life in and out of sleep between cigarettes and lectures and paintings and he never seems to stop thinking. Even in sleep, his lips twitch with words he'll never say, just think. Zayn is an insomniac who sleeps.” - Core 'ngrato
- “It feels odd enough bringing him in here, melding his past with his present; and that feels even worse to think — that Louis is his past.” - Core 'ngrato
- “"You going to help me get these off, then?" Louis asks him, and Harry hooks his thumbs into Louis' jogging bottoms obligingly, pulling them down as Louis lifts his hips for him. Harry pauses for a second with them in his hand. "You even think about folding those, and I will actually kick you in the balls," Louis scowls, snatching them from him and throwing them across the room.” - Like This (and Twist)
- “"Seems like a waste, y'know?" Harry says from behind him, sounding thoughtful. "Imagine. Like, if I just -" he continues, and sometimes he talks so fucking slowly when he's like this that Louis wants to slap his face a little. "If like, one day I got you on all fours on top of me. And I just played with your arse like that, fucking the come out of you and into my mouth so I could swallow it all?"” - Like This (and Twist)
- “Louis drops onto his elbows, steep curve to his spine, and Harry groans behind him, rubbing the bulge of his cock against Louis' arse cheek and probably getting himself covered in lube in the process. Harry's a fucking idiot; he can't handle it. He never can. It's hot as hell, though, the desperation Louis can feel coming off him.” - Like This (and Twist)
- “It's warm out, a soft breeze sliding against Louis' cheeks. Luke and Jessica are skipping ahead, Louis keeping one eye trained on them. "Are you getting baby fever again? We just had one!" / Harry shuffles, steering the buggy around a bump on the pavement. "Well. I may have seen a very cute matching outfit in Mother Care-" / "Harry, no," Louis sighs, "I am not matching my son with my dog. Don't think I didn't see that 'world's best brother' shirt you ordered for Luke." / Harry pouts, candy pink lips extremely distracting. "They're cute."” - can I lay by your side (next to you, you)
- “'As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn't, doesn't. Time solves most things. And what time can't solve, you have to solve yourself.'” - better still, be my winding wheel
- “"You're still writing?" / "Yes, I'm writing a poem about you," Louis replies sarcastically without looking up. "About how your hair looks fluffy sometimes. Gets my heart beating fast."” - better still, be my winding wheel
- “His eyes always linger on the framed photos on the walls, of ones he's seen Harry horde in their own shared flat years ago mixed with new ones. He doesn't think about how he sees nearly everybody except himself.” - better still, be my winding wheel
- “[...] Harry laughs, eyes sparkling in the light that's hitting him, and Louis kind of...has this all-encompassing need to kiss him, to trap that sound of his laugh within him, to use it as pixie dust on a bad day.” - better still, be my winding wheel
- “"When did you realise?" he asks. / Harry's hand slide down to his chest when the question slips, and he cocks his head slightly. "When did I realise I loved you?" / "Yeah," Louis confirms with a nod. / Harry's lips thin as he hums and lets out a chuckle as he settles his bum on Louis's thighs and making them more eye to eye. "I don't know, it wasn't, like, a grand thing. I was, um...in the supermarket a few days before, early morning and all so you were sleeping stil. I don't remember what I was there for. Probably to get things for breakfast. I know it was freezing outside, and I had you in mind when I was searching through the fruit section, and every section, and I looked at this row of peaches and bananas and all this colourful fruit and it just hit me like a freight train: I loved you." / There's a pause in the air, and Louis blinks. / "You looked at fruit and knew you loved me?" / Harry bursts out laughing, shaking his head. "Don't say it like that!" he scolds with a smile as he taps Louis's shoulder. "You make it sound like it's weird." / Louis's eyebrows shoot up. "No, you're absolutely right, Haz, it's the most romantic thing I've heard in me entire life."” - better still, be my winding wheel
- “"You have to wake her up gently," Liam rebukes, one arm sliding around Zayn's waist. "You have to be kind." / "That's a fair comment, Liam, but next time I'd rather you'd just fuck off," Louis snaps, scowling at the soppy pair. "Where's Ashton? Or Jade? Or anyone who doesn't have a better half?" / "I don't," Taylor announces, walking briskly up to them. "I feel I'm in a place where I can work on me, you know? I don't need someone to complete me, I'm already complete." / "That's beautiful," Louis sighs, "let's go get some bacon."” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “Harry frowns. She looks like a frog.” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “Taylor reckons you're in lesbians in her.” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “"Liam, your breakfast is on your plate, not in Zayn's mouth," Louis announces as she sits down, cackling when Liam almost headbutts Zayn in surprise. "See, this is an egg. This is a plate. This is an egg on the plate." / "They're celebrating," Niall explains, and Louis peers at her with curious eyes. Despite being friends with Harry, which is basically a capital offence, she has no evidence that Niall is a complete tosser. / "Oh yeah?" Louis says casually, "what are they celebrating?" / "They got put on rotation together," Niall answers, "I think they have sports week first, but then Liam stuck her tongue in Zayn's mouth."” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “Louis shuffles in her chair. "Um. Define push." / "Forcibly shove," Louis clarifies sarcastically, and Louis groans. She knows teaching Liam sarcasm was a mistake.” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “It's like Harry's a crazy mash up of Disney characters, Snow White, Bambi. Louis bets she'd look like Tarzan if she got that hair wet.” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “"That's a fair point, Liam, but next time I'd rather you'd fuck off." Louis tugs on the hem of her shirt. "Do my collarbones look good? Like, would you lick them?"” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “"Morning everyone," a sweet voice greets, and Louis bites back a groan. / "I didn't realise you were doing this class." No, Louis did not know fucking Taylor was organising the cooking class. Fucking Taylor who incidentally may be fucking Harry. Which Louis doesn't give a flying fuck about, obviously. / "I love baking," Taylor announces beatifically, tossing her shimmery ponytail. "Of course this isn't exactly a school of culinary arts, but making cupcakes is good enough." / School of culinary arts. Christ. Her and Harry are perfect for each other.” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “"Fuck, you love this, don't you? Getting wet, getting filthy, wearing my slick on your face like a prize-"” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “She hooks a finger in Harry's belt loop, tugging her forward. "Okay, tell you what. You win, and I'll tie you up with one of those pretty silk scarves, and eat you out until you scream, okay?" / Louis didn't even know that was something she wanted, but when Harry's eyes glaze over, Louis realises she very much does. She swallows, letting Harry go. "Man up, Styles." / "Woman up," Harry corrects distantly. She's looking at Louis like she wants to pin her to a wall. "Don't perpetuate internalised misogyny." / Louis wants to kiss her so badly.” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “"You break her heart," Niall says finally, "I'll skin you, okay?" / Louis just nods, shirt wet from Harry's tears. Niall nods too, lifting her chin, then smacks her on the back. "Great. See you later, Tommo."” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “Louis takes a deep breath. "This is probably grossly inappropriate, but um. Harry-" / "Don't tell me I'm a wizard," Harry says solemnly, then giggles when Louis tries to kick her.” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “Ava catches them kissing, in one of the worst moments of her life. / In all fairness, it's less kissing and more having a cheeky grope on a yoga mat. They were supposed to be planning sports week, but Louis somehow lost her hand in Harry's bra, and here they were.” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “"Is Harry your girlfriend?" Ava asks, swinging their arms together. "She's pretty." / "Yes, and she is," Louis smiles, beaming at the younger girl. Ava squeezes her hand, blinking innocent blue eyes. "You don't mind — you don't mind Harry's a girl?" / "No," Ava shrugs, and Louis has so much hope for this generation, she really does. "Girls are nicer than boys. Holly taught me how to skip and how to swim, but James just pushed me in the mud."” - that good girl faith (and tight little skirt)
- “"Oh," Louis murmurs, squatting down himself so he can help pass the ribbon around the wide tree, "so my tree isn't special then?" / Harry sends him a small frown, face just a short distance from his own, "Of course it is," he says softly, as if he is actually concerned that Louis doesn't think it is.” - one glance and the avalanche drops
- “In Louis' translation, Harry sucks on his fingers a lot. Reading between the lines, Harry knows how to suck.” - one glance and the avalanche drops
- “Niall always teases Harry for sounding like a funeral director, but Louis has never been bothered by Harry's way of talking. It's low, like a smooth sip of dark coffee.” - long way from the playground
- “Louis hears the soft pad of footsteps, then a warm body presses against her back. Louis exhales sharply, the sound like a gunshot in the sudden silence. Her stomach clenches, heart pounding as she feels Harry press closer, the heat of Harry's body bleeding into Louis' skin. She can feel the soft brush of Harry's breasts against her back. She wonders if Harry's nipples are hard, if they're visible through her cotton shirt. She can feel herself begin to get wet, heat flashing in her stomach as Harry crowds closer.” - long way from the playground
- “"So are you going to tell her? Or are you just going to keep staring at her like a serial killer?"” - long way from the playground
- “"How drunk is Harry?" Liam snorts. It's dark as they trudge home, gravel crunching under their feet. It sounds like a gunshot in the quiet, and when Louis looks up she can see the stars. / "Do you think I look like a frog?" Harry mumbles then, and Liam barks out a laugh.” - long way from the playground
- “Louis pats her hand. "It's okay, Haz. Your nose isn't that bad." / Harry just pouts adorably, kicking a pebble. She overshoots and almost topples over, causing Louis to grab her arm again. "Harry, if you crack your skull on the pavement, your mum is going to kill me." / "I like fields," Harry mutters, staring intently at the ground. Louis gives up on trying to decipher Harry's drunken ramblings and concentrates on getting her home.” - long way from the playground
- “"Bressie is hot," Louis admits, sighing a little. "If I wasn't a raging lesbian then Bressie would do, I guess." / "If you weren't a raging lesbian and Harry didn't exist," Niall corrects. "As if you'd even look at someone else with Harry around. It would have to be a different universe or something. Like Spider-Man."” - long way from the playground
- “"Oh, I forgot." Louis didn't forget, Louis is trying very hard to not imagine Harry wearing her shirt. Preferably lying on her bed. Naked. The flash of heat in her stomach and the way she's starting to get wet, really isn't helping. / "I can give it back," Harry says quietly, her voice wavering. When Louis looks at her, Harry's bottom lip is wobbling, and she immediately feels like she's punched a kitten. Shit. / "You don't have to give it back, Haz," Louis sighs. She drops her shirt on the floor, padding over to the bed. "I was just wondering where it was." / She slides an arm around the other girl, and Harry immediately snuggles into her. She nuzzles into Louis' neck, placing a sloppy kiss there. "What's up with you recently?" Harry mumbles, the words vibrating against Louis' throat. "You're being weird." / "I'm not." Louis flinches at the lie, clearing her throat to cover it. I'm in love with you, she wants to say, but the words die in her throat. She could never say them anyway.” - long way from the playground
- “Harry comes scampering off the seats to run into her arms, glittery sign dangling by her side. Louis spins her round, feels rather than hears the whispers pressed to her neck, and for the first time realises how much they act like a besotted couple. Niall raises her eyebrows at her from over Harry's curls, but Louis just flips her off. / They all celebrate at Liam's after, but they can't get trashed because both Niall and Liam have work tomorrow, and 'it's a team effort, Tommo, Larry isn't getting trashed.' / When Louis asks her who the fuck Larry is, Niall just cackles and says it's a mash up of her and Harry's names. Louis waits until Niall has gone to the loo, then puts salt in her diet coke.” - long way from the playground
- “"No, I'm not -" Harry snaps, but then she starts giggling. She clamps a hand over her mouth, shaking her head. "Louis, I'm in love with you." / "Yeah, I -" Louis starts, then freezes. Her heart is beating so loudly that she can hear it in her ears, feels the rapid tempo echo in her bones and pound in her finger tips, her toes, the crook of her elbow. / "I'm in love with you," Harry repeats, voice hoarse. "Like, properly in love with you, Lou, not in a mates way, like I wanna shag you and make you cookies and have your babies, and can you please say something because this is getting awkward -" / Louis surges forward, every nerve suddenly snapping into motion. She pushes Harry against the door, feels everything in flashes, touches the soft skin of her hips, sees the fire in Harry's gaze, hears the hitch in her breathing as her back hits the door. / "I love you too," Louis murmurs, and slides their lips together. / It's not sweet, or gentle, because she and Harry have waited too long, far too long. Louis kisses her hard, tastes the faint hint of mint on Harry's lips, marvels at how plush Harry's mouth is. Harry whines into her mouth, and the electricity that crackles through Louis' body is exhilirating.” - long way from the playground
- “At some point Harry slips her thigh between Louis' legs, and Louis moans at the way it feels against her throbbing pussy. There's no doubt this is turning dirty, Harry's hands grasping Louis' arse and pulling her closer. Louis fists a hand in Harry's curls and tugs, and the noise Harry makes doesn't sound human. / "Fuck," Harry swears, pulling back. "I'm fucking soaked, shit." / "Jesus christ," Louis pants, "Haz, you can't just say that." / "I love you," Harry beams, and surges forward to kiss her again. It's sloppy and a bit awkward, but Harry tastes like mint and her hair is on Louis' cheek and Louis feels so happy she could cry.” - long way from the playground
- “Louis feels heat spark in her stomach, white hot and spreading through her like wildfire. Harry's still pressed against the door, so Louis leans forward until her whole body is bracketing Harry's. / "I'd bet you'd like that," Louis murmurs. She trails one hand over Harry's waist, dipping down, down, down until she feels the soft cotton of her underwear. "I'd bet you'd like if I played with you right here, got you absolutely soaking until it's all too much." / Harry squirms, keening high in her throat. "God, Louis. Please." / Louis scrapes her teeth against Harry's ear lobe, smirking as Harry whimpers. She doesn't really know what she's doing but there's something about Harry, pliant and glassy eyed and pink with pleasure, that makes her want to push this. / "Come in your pants like a kid," Louis mutters. She slips her hand further under Harry's underwear, gasping when she feels how wet Harry is. Wet and hot and slick, and Louis slowly strokes Harry's clit. "Get yourself so dirty, right, babe?"” - long way from the playground
- “Harry's incredible when she comes; she's loud, screaming and moaning and whining, slicker and slicker and slicker until Louis can't breathe, whole body racked with tremors. Her lips are bitten raw, her eyes wide and glassy and shining with moisture. / Louis climbs up the bed, scattering kisses over her face. "You okay?" / "Dead," Harry mumbles, and Louis giggles. She clears her throat, gasping when her thighs rub together. "I want you - you should sit on my face."” - long way from the playground
- “Her voice is raspy, like a long drag of black coffee.” - long way from the playground
- “"I like everything about you," Louis replies honestly, and Harry pulls her close with a whine. They kiss softly, sweetly, like they have all the time in the world. It reminds Louis of soft jumpers and warm baths and the sweet taste of strawberries, and she smiles as she pulls back.” - long way from the playground
- “Louis raises an eyebrow. "If you say so." She clears her throat. "Where's Haz?" / That was casual, right? Just a gal pal asking about another gal pal. Louis is casual as fuck. No one accuses her of being in love with and/or fucking the lights out of said gal pal, so Louis will take it as a win. / "She's coming in now," Niall says, glancing over to the window. "She's just tripped over the bin." / Louis laughs, grinning as she looks over to the door. Harry is blushing furiously. She looks gorgeous; she's wrapped up in a lilac jumper, feet jammed into brown ankle boots, soft grey beanie covering her dark curls.” - breaking the rules (like we're changing the game)
- “Harry shrugs. "Guess we'll have to stay in." She says it so innocently, but there's a glint to her eyes that makes Louis' heart flutter. "I'm sure we'll find things to do." / Louis' eyes flit to the other three - Liam is deep in conversation with Niall, while Zayn just looks bored. She rests her head on her hands, letting her tone drop to flirtatious. "Hm, any suggestions?" / Harry slowly licks her lips, eyelashes fluttering. "We could watch Blackfish." / Louis facepalms. "I hate you." / Harry grins stupidly. "Louis -" / "I don't want to watch a film about psychotic killer whales," Louis groans, hands still covering her face. "I've already watched it once and I cried when the baby got taken from its mum. I even signed that petition you shoved at me." / "To end the captive breeding programme," Harry interjects, putting her hands on her hips. Ugh. She looks really cute. "This needs to be the last generation of captive orcas, Louis, it's not fair that they're suffering. Don't get me started on the size of those tanks -" / Louis groans. "I promise not to go to SeaWorld, okay?" / Harry beams at her. It's a little like looking at the sun. "Thanks, boo."” - breaking the rules (like we're changing the game)
- “It's so easy to imagine a reality where he can drag his hands up Louis' thighs, slide his fingers underneath the hem of Louis' boxers to hear Louis' breath catch in his throat. A reality where Harry can wrap his arms around Louis' neck and pull him down for a kiss, one that can't be tossed aside as a drunken snog between mates or a giddily smooch that happened in the moment. A reality where Harry can tell Louis that even though his heart hasn't beat for centuries, when Louis smiles, Harry can distinctly remember how it felt.” - Let Me Be The One Who Calls You Baby All The Time
- “Niall takes the ice cream scoop from the tin of water and scoops a decent amount for Louis. "You're trying to see that curly lad again, aren't you?" / Louis splutters. "Pardon?" Curly lad? What curly lad. Louis' never met a curly lad, or even thought about a curly lad in his life. He didn't even know curly hair existed. He's trying to look innocent and keep his blush down at the same time, but he doesn't think it's working. Niall doesn't seem to think so either, as he leans forward and tries not to laugh.” - The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “He loves the way the earth smells in the morning and how quiet it is up on the secluded mountain in the middle of the night. He loves that feeling of tranquility he can never quite reach in the middle of the city, hindered by the bright lights and the constant need to do something. / He loves the camp, he really does, but most of all, he loves Louis. / Which is a terrible admission for him to make when he's not even with Louis. Louis is his best friend by a long mile - the first person he came out to when he was 16, the victim of all of Harry's spontaneous rom-com marathons, his go to person for advice - but he isn't actually his. / Harry wants to be his so badly. He's wanted to be Louis' ever since that late night Harry whispered that he walked in on his parents having sex and that he wanted to move far, far away, never to be seen again. Louis hadn't laughed or made a joke of it - he'd just suggested they watch porn to get the image out of his head. / And it worked. Almost too well.” - Sitting on Truths
- “”Fuck, what are you doing here?” Louis hisses, hastily grabbing a paper towel to dry her hands. She crumples it into a ball when she’s done and lobs it into the bin. ”You have to go now, this will look so dodgy.” / Harry raises an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame. She looks gorgeous, all long and lean, legs that go on forever and cute, little love handles. Louis wants to kiss her so badly. ”Boo, we’re in a toilet.” / ”Exactly,” Louis snaps, putting her hands on her hips. ”What do girls who like girls get up to in toilets?” / Harry blinks. ”Um. Pee?” / ”Have sex,” Louis clarifies. / Harry gapes at her. ”You’re so fucking weird.”” — breaking the rules (like we’re changing the game)
- “Harry’s shaved, she notes. She looks pink and perfect and Louis wants to bury her face in Harry’s cunt. Harry’s soaked; she can see the way her slit glistens wetly, a mixture of Harry’s own arousal and Louis’ mouth.” — breaking the rules (like we’re changing the game)
- “”Do you like being filled up, baby?” Louis pants, knowing her tone is high and breathy. ”Like being stretched on my cock, pussy stretched and full and messy just for me-”” — breaking the rules (like we’re changing the game)
- “Louis knows that he hates, hates, absolutely cannot handle loud noises, be it a raised voice or a slammed glass.” — baby we’ll be fine (all we gotta do is be brave and be kind)
- “Louis pours himself into a pair of black skinny jeans, because despite being an insecure mess, he knows a good arse when he sees one, and he sees one in the mirror every morning. He decides on a thin dark red t-shirt with a low enough scoop neck to show off some tattoos, and, seeing as Zayn isn’t there to guide him through the art of quiff-making, he leaves his hair in a fluffy fringe. / He apparently pulls it off, because when Harry sees him he chokes on spit and rushes past Louis into the bedroom without actually saying anything. And Louis had thought he was straight. Ha.” — baby we’ll be fine (all we gotta do is be brave and be kind)
- “It’s not like Louis hadn’t known Harry was attractive. But the hatred had cancelled it out before, and it just hadn’t seemed relevant. / Now, though, it seems real fucking relevant. Relevant enough for it to become an issue. / Because now it’s Harry. / It’s Harry, who Louis once made laugh so hard he snorted smoothie out his nose, who has a special voice for when he’s talking to animals, who loves having his hair played with and hates roller suitcases, no matter the context, who is able to match Louis when it comes to making innocent things dirty, who listens attentively when Louis talks about his family. / And fuck if that doesn’t make it hotter.” — baby we’ll be fine (all we gotta do is be brave and be kind)
- “”Just because I’m not a total slob willing to live in a hovel hosting previously undiscovered life forms, doesn’t have to mean I have, like, a cleaning kink.” It takes him roughly 56,049,682 years to get the sentence out. / ”Doesn’t have to, and yet-” Louis begins, but is cut off by Harry punching him. / ”Attacking the driver! Attacking the driver! Send help!” They’re at a red light, and the car beside them’s window is down, so Harry slaps his hand over Louis’ mouth (don’t think sexual things, don’t think sexual things, don’t think sexual things), which Louis proceeds to lick, and when that proves ineffective, bite.” — baby we’ll be fine (all we gotta do is be brave and be kind)
- “With great power comes great responsibility.” — baby we’ll be fine (all we gotta do is be brave and be kind)
- “”You considering getting one?” / He shrugs. / ”You could, you know. Something small, discreet. People wouldn’t see it, even despite your nudist tendencies. I know a guy that gives great tats.” / ”I’ll think about it.” / ”Not too much. Anyone who thinks about it too much doesn’t get the tattoo.” Louis is very wise. / ”That’s not exactly encouraging.” / ”How ’bout this for encouragement? With ink, you get to do something just for you. There’s no complexity, no ambiguity, it’s not some weird game. It’s just you wanting something, and taking it for yourself. For no one else. Everyone should do something like that at least once in their life.”” — baby we’ll be fine (all we gotta do is be brave and be kind)
- “His feelings for Harry aren’t some finite resource, but a fire that keeps spreading.” — baby we’ll be fine (all we gotta do is be brave and be kind)
- “Then Liam pushes his chair out and slaps his thighs, because he is actually a middle aged man.” — baby we’ll be fine (all we gotta do is be brave and be kind)
- “Once his set is finished, getting a few weird looks from Nick because he never played any of the upbeat crowd pleasers he usually starts with, Louis remembers, vividly, why fifteen year old him had decided to hate hope so much, had refused to ever even consider feeling it. / Harry hadn’t shown.” — baby we’ll be fine (all we gotta do is be brave and be kind)
- “He likes mango gelato and always pays in coins.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “He’s confident and proud, but he’s still learning who he is. It’s going over the definition of asexual in his head, to make sure it still fits him. It’s monitoring his reaction to ’hot’ celebrities on television to see if he still feels the same. It’s lying in bed at night and wondering what the future will hold for him. Will he have kids? Will he be in a relationship? Does he even want a relationship? Louis vividly remembers when he was younger, when Lottie had told her mum that she wanted ”five children and two cats.” Their mum had turned to Louis and said, ”And how about you, my dear?” / Louis didn’t know, and he still has no idea. He ponders for hours sometimes, but the answer is never finalised. It depends on how he feels, and who’s around him at that moment. And the fact that he has no idea what he wants makes him feel aimless and insignificant.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “”How have you been since our last meeting?” / What can Louis say to that? I went to get ice cream eight days in a row? I ate pasta and thought of you? I spilt nail polish on my student’s paper because I was thinking of your hair? None of those options seem to be suitable for the situation.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “The smile he receives is all teeth and shiny eyes, and it’s child-like and beautiful all at once. Louis fiddles with his fringe and returns the smile. Behind Harry’s back over at the register, Niall is twirling a broom around in a celebratory dance. / Louis considers standing up and joining him.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “”Tell me about this Liam guy,” Louis says after rubbing his tongue on the roof of his mouth. ”What’s he like?” / ”He likes making remixes,” Harry opens the lid of his hot chocolate to eat the marshmallow. ”He goes for a run every morning although it’s still dark. He has a special way of texting, which is basically incomprehensible. He’s bad at dancing and laughs too much when he’s drunk.”” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “It’s getting dark, the sky tinged orange from the leftover light of the sun when Harry says, ”Come over on Saturday. To my place.” / Louis directs his dancing ghost at Harry’s chest. It reaches out to touch the material before disappearing. ”Did this walk in the park not fulfill your expectations, Harry?” / ”I want to show you my plants,” he explains, head turned to the side expectantly. ”We could watch a movie.” / Louis pokes Harry in the shoulder. ”Are you asking me on a date, Mister?” / ”Absolutely not,” Harry says in a scandalous manner, but his smile says yes, yes I am. / Louis feels like there’s a dancing ghost in his chest, doing backflips. They’re the good kind; ones that make him feel tingly and warm. ”Then I would love to come to your house for our not-date.” / ”Wonderful,” Harry says, and blows his own puff of breath towards Louis, then another towards the sky. / Louis hopes the not-date is a successful one.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “Louis and Liam lean over the counter as they watch Harry place it in the oven. ”You must be Ice cream Boy,” Liam says. ”You like cable knit sweaters and have a fluffy fringe and teach English. You have ice cream every Saturday and carry plants around with you.” / ”That’s me,” Louis raises an eyebrow at Harry, who blushes. ”You’re incredibly observant, Liam, knowing all that within a few seconds of meeting.” / ”It’s drilled into my brain,” Liam sighs. ”There’s this person I know who never closes his mouth.” / ”This is unacceptable behaviour,” Harry says, flustered. ”Why don’t you two go sit on the couch instead?” / Liam smirks. ”Are you sure you don’t need help, Harry? I’m sure Louis would be of some assistance, like inspiration for poetry, perhaps, or a love song-”” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “”How’s our pal meeting going so far?” / ”Very well, I think.” Louis looks up at Harry to judge his reaction. ”Although your Liam boy is very full on.” / Harry looks bashful. ”I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t talking about you in a creepy way. It was a there’s-this-guy-who-carries-plants-around-i-think-we-might-get-along way.” / ”I thought about you when I was eating pasta,” Louis says, and promptly flushes when he realises how stupid it sounds. ”I mean, I was thinking about you all the time. So, it’s mutual I suppose.”” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “Louis’ always tried so hard to be the best he can be. It’s all he wants to do. He wants to prove to people that he’s interesting, that he’s equal to those in the room with him, that he’s an individual.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “Harry’s incredibly easy to read, although he doesn’t reveal a lot of information about himself. To really get to know him, you have to spend time with him.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “Louis decides to get straight to the point. ”What if I don’t find anyone attractive?” His body flushes. / ”Oh, Louis.” Harry says softly. The room is suddenly very stifling. There’s a pause. / ”What if that’s a thing? That’s me, Harry.” He’s starting to feel overwhelmed, like there’s something in his chest that’s about to pull him up to the ceiling. He lies face down on the bed and closes his eyes. / ”Okay.” Harry sounds like he’s holding something back but he says nothing more. / ”I’m asexual,” Louis says, voice muffled as it’s absorbed into the pillow. His eyes are screwed shut, heart beating frantically against his ribcage. There’s silence from the other end of the room. / ”Lou.” / ”Are you laughing?” Louis burrows further into the bed desperately. ”Please don’t laugh at me.” / ”I’m not laughing at you,” Harry sounds impossibly sad.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “”And I’m ace.” If only he had glitter, he thinks. Coming out deserves a bit of sparkle.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “It becomes a habit after that. Louis gives up on dating other people and treats himself once a week. He’s never been ashamed with the idea of being ’alone’, as everyone puts it. He has friends who he can hug and annoy at the same time. He has his family and his plants. He doesn’t need a partner to tell him he’s important or special.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “”I love being able to make decisions by myself. Do you know how freeing it is to have no agenda? I can go to the aquarium and stare at the jellyfish for as long as I want without having a guy nag me about seeing the eels, for example. Freedom is a nice thing to have.”” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “Harry was a very slow talker, but it seemed that every word he said had meaning to it.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “”You’ve got a nice voice,” Harry compliments, and pokes Louis’ upper arm when he tries to hide behind his fringe. ”It’s very soft. Like getting out of the bath and feeling all woozy.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “Harry greets Louis with a kiss on the forehead and holds his hand gently, like he’s cradling a small bird.” — The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
- “They both gave a happy cry and looked at each other in delight, before turning toward the peanut gallery for approval. / Louis’ heart skipped a beat. / They were alone. At some point in the midst of Harry’s instruction, Niall and Roby and Hank had wandered off and Louis hadn’t even noticed. Louis could tell by the way Harry’s posture had tensed that he was just as surprised. / Louis coughed into his fist. The achy anticipation from earlier zipped through his veins again.” — Wild And Unruly
- “Louis smiled. There was the tiniest hint of jealousy in Harry’s tone, like he didn’t want Louis to have any positive cow experiences on any other farming establishments, and Louis tried not to find it too endearing. He tried not to let another thing worm its way to his heart.” — Wild And Unruly
- “”Louis,” Zayn said, ”It’s not a problem that I’m giving Nick a bit of your work. Anne wants you in Wyoming. You know how important this deal is to TwistCorp. You’re being paid overtime wages for every hour you spend there, so I’m not sure why you’re so eager to -” / ”Harry Styles is hot, okay?” Louis spat. ”Anne’s son. The rancher. He’s hot and he’s flirting with me and I cannot take one more second of it before I crack and sleep with him.”” — Wild And Unruly
- “Hank had gone so red he looked like a delighted tomato.” — Wild And Unruly
- “Harry clapped his hands loudly and threw his head back to let out another sharp bark of laughter, and Louis had to avert his eyes from the beautiful column of his neck.” — Wild And Unruly
- “Louis nodded, watching, transfixed and barely able to listen as Harry adjusted the placement of his fingers on the rope until he was satisfied, little sparks moving across Louis’ skin. Harry was standing so close, and he was so warm from the sun, a little tang of sweat clinging to him. Louis wanted to be enveloped by that. He wanted to be enveloped by Harry.” — Wild And Unruly
- “Louis couldn’t have cared less what the wranglers thought, because next Harry was placing a gentle hand on Louis’ right wrist and applying light, lovely pressure. The tips of Harry’s long fingers were cold against Louis’ skin, and his breath caught slightly at the touch, stuttering more as Harry lifted his arm into the air above his head.” — Wild And Unruly
- “”Sometimes — sometimes I get worried I’ll just keep falling into convenient things, and I’ll wake up and be forty-five and have done nothing at all.”” — Wild And Unruly
- * “Harry was distracting him. He was making him think too much about the future, and not in the good, law school, an actual life direction sort of way that had been nice, comfortingly set in his mind. It was so stupidly easy to imagine a home here, as though all the complications with the legal situation and Louis’ enrollment at CU (and the fact that he and Harry weren’t even together) didn’t exist, or could be easily brushed aside. A family home. A pang shot through his heart. Louis huffed, and shook his head.” — Wild And Unruly
- “”Jesus Christ, Bonnie!” Louis startled as he opened his eyes to the sight of a full-grown donkey standing in his bedroom, licking at his bare feet. ”Harry!” he called. ”Niall! Mrs. Burden!” He tried to simultaneously wipe the spit off on the sheets and draw his feet under the covers as he sat up in bed, gathering the quilt around his bare torso. ”There is a farm animal assaulting me!” / He heard some banging. A few seconds later Niall appeared in the doorway and immediately burst into a fit of hysterical laughter at the sight of Bonnie nosing under the covers, trying to get at Louis’ feet. / ”Bonnie, those are my toes,” Louis grumped. ”They are for my personal use only.” / Niall cackled, avoiding piles of Louis’ dirty laundry on his way to the end of the bed and gently coaxing Bonnie’s head away from the object of her desire. ”The look on your face! Fuckin’ classic.”” — Wild And Unruly
- “”Denver,” Louis hissed at himself, wiping the last of Bonnie’s spit away and kicking the dirty bedclothes into a pile at the end of the mattress. ”I will go back to Denver and work and law school and never think about Harry Styles again.” / He nodded, as though he’d actually come to some kind of decision. As though he actually had any power in the situation to begin with. In the back of his mind, the part that wasn’t caught up in his ridiculous, self-indulgent snit, he knew that if he flew himself back to Denver and showed up for work on Monday he’d be instantly dismissed. Nick fucking Grimshaw would probably be flown out here to take his place, and — / Louis’ stomach lurched sideways as he imagined Nick getting to interact with Harry. It actually made him feel a bit sick, because he knew Harry would be helplessly charmed. When Louis wasn’t focusing on Nick’s many shortcomings, he could admit that the man was fun, funny, and even vaguely…attractive. It was probably Louis’ fear of being the second-funniest, second-most-attractive (definitely second-tallest) gay man in the office that had stoked the flames of their rivalry in the first place. / Harry would fall in love with him immediately, Louis thought with a despondent sigh. Their matching heights and legginess. Nick would probably tease him in just the right way. / Louis ignored the sudden beating of his heart. It felt like something in his chest was raising its hand, wiggling with eagerness and whispering, No he wouldn’t! He’d go too far sometimes, make it all about him, all about the laugh… I could do it better! I could make Harry happy; I could take care of him… / The thought made Louis laugh bleakly as he gathered up the bundle of sheets and the quilt and nudged open the guest room door with his ankle, padding down the quiet hallway toward the laundry room. Because, honestly, what a fucking hypocrite he was. He had hurt Harry. He had made his face crumple with disappointment. Not Nick. Louis had run his stupid mouth and said things he didn’t even mean — things that were in some ways the opposite of what he really felt — and he was completely and utterly ashamed of himself.” — Wild And Unruly
- “”It’s strange, sometimes,” Harry whispered. When Louis turned to look, Harry was regarding him with a sort of wistful expression. ”It’s strange what you want to ask them, once they’re gone. What you want to tell them about…” / He gave the last sentence a special weight, and they gazed at each other for several beats of silence as Louis let the words sink in. He felt frozen in place by his feelings, a long-delayed chord of recognition striking inside him. / Harry went on to tell a bittersweet but humorous story about the time he’d made his grandmother’s strawberry rhubarb pie for a Fourth of July barbecue. How everyone had eaten it before they even touched Dottie Llewellyn’s lemon bars, and how he’d gone home that evening and stood in the kitchen with his empty pie tin and cried because he couldn’t tell her that it happened.” — Wild And Unruly
- “”Any progress on the deed front?” Zayn’s tone was casual as he levered their bottles open, but Louis knew better, and the question brought him quickly down to Earth. / There’s a reason you went to Wyoming, he reminded himself, a touch of doubt creeping back into his heart and deflating his sails. And it wasn’t to fucking fall in love. If that’s — I mean… / ”Not-” Louis cleared his throat, picking at the label of his beer and not making eye contact. ”Not really…”” — Wild And Unruly
- “”I want to make love to you,” Harry said, in a low voice. He sounded serious. Louis shivered in his arms
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