This was my inspiration whilst writing We Fell Through The Ice.
Fratboy Niall is deadly.
Oh God I’ve been so bad on here!
I’ve got about half the chapter done and I’ve got two days off so not making any promises but hoping to have it done by the end of the week! xx
Friends with Benefits
‘I don’t cheat,’ Louis murmurs, but even now he isn’t pushing away.
‘I know,’ Harry replies, his fingertips pressing lightly to the small of Louis’ back.
‘Me and her. We’re on a break,’ he says, and his hands are slipping down Harry’s body, catching at the top of his jeans. ‘It’s not cheating.’
Harry draws in a shaky breath, hypersensitive. ‘I know.’
(Louis is moving out of the flat he shares with Harry because Eleanor thinks they’re too co-dependent. Harry can’t let him leave.)
Louis has a used bookshop and Harry has a habit of claiming things that don’t belong to him.
It’s not that Harry likes that Louis’s sick.
Louis doesn’t want to go back. He’s stubborn and most certainly doesn’t want to prove Curls right. Doesn’t want to admit that he’s shallow enough to start buying fruit because the boy selling it is cute.
But shallow is Louis’s middle name.
Alternatively: Harry works at the farmers market and Louis is smitten.
AU. it’s high school; everything’s the end of the goddamn world.
it’s something about collarbones and moonlight, louis’ fingers on the strings, and the quiet night.
Louis is a failing actor who can’t hold down a relationship. Harry is the worn-down vocalist of a world famous rock group. Zayn and Liam get stuck playing therapist whenever Louis has a relationship breakdown, and Niall just wants to stop this whole mess and get a pint. And the tabloids are threatening to tear them all apart.
It’s after a long two weeks of interviews and non-stop appearances that have got Harry stressed to the limit of yanking his hair out and throwing a fit and crying that Louis shows it to him, walks in the door with a sleek black bag in his left hand and inconspicuous brown one in his right.
"Is that even possible?" asks Harry.
All of them stare at him for several seconds, and then Louis says, “What, coming untouched?”
"Christ," Zayn mutters, throwing his hands up. “This fucking band, I swear.”
…or, Harry wants to see if he can come without touching his cock and ends up getting more than he bargained for.
“Missed me?” Harry laughs into his mouth, and it ought to be awkward with the way Louis’ tongue pushes at his teeth and the stretched out corners of his mouth, but really, it isn’t.
I’m trying to finish the next chapter of “We fell thought the ice” first. After that though. Hopefully it won’t take me too long! xx
So I’ve sucked on here lately cus I’ve been really ill and really busy (which, by the way, is not a good combination)
I can’t update anything yet, but am going to make a fic rec page later.
Hope you’re all well. xx
oh my god does this mean that we’ll get smudgy eyeliner Louis tomorrow I don’t think I can handle that
Thank you, I do the occasional Ziam one shot but I haven’t really considered doing a proper Ziam fic… I might do when I’m done with We Fell Through The Ice. xx
It was weird the way just tasting Louis’ skin made him feel. It calmed him and got him crazily exited all at once and it was always a little bit confusing,leaving him at loss of what to do and he’d normally have Louis there to guide him but for now it was like he was just moving because he had to, because he needed to feel and touch everywhere.
Sometimes Harry takes care of Louis.
Warning: Very mature.
Pairing: Louis/Harry Zayn/Liam with some mix between the two pairs.
It had started with a movie at Harry and Louis’ house and it wasn’t the first time it had happened; kissing and playfully exchanging tricks and techniques had again ended up with Harry and Zayn handcuffed together on the floor with the two other boys pushing at their limits.