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The Kink Meme
Round 1
IS CLOSED
ALL NEW PROMPTS MUST BE MADE IN
ROUND 3
delicious / flat view
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harry comes along with his bouncy curls and dangerous grin and liam only has to take one look at him before he thinks oh shit, but he’s too late.
apparently only just too late, as he meets harry just after louis does:
“we’ve just met!” louis yells over the music as he saunters over to liam in the corner - his typical place at these parties - with harry, arms around shoulders and leaning on each other. “liam, this is harry. harry, this is liam, the one i was just telling you about!”
harry puts out his hand and smiles, all dimples and drunken flush and gleaming eyes and then they’re stumbling away again, whispering into each other’s ears and honest to god giggling.
liam decides right then that he hates harry and it must show on his face because niall comes back with two drinks and a sympathetic look.
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he can’t escape harry styles after that. harry transfers in the winter and shows up in liam’s music theory class a few days after the party. and his maths seminar. and once louis takes a liking to him harry basically ends up living at their flat, sleeping there and eating their food and snuggling up to louis any chance he can get; liam comes home from class to the two of them making heart eyes at each other on the couch, trying and failing to smooth out their hair and clothes when liam walks in on them. liam seethes past them on the way to his room and mumbles to himself that it’s hardly walking in when it’s in your own living room, anyway.
liam thinks that there actually must be someone out to ruin his life when he’s heading up the steps to simon’s office for his vocal lessons and then harry fucking styles is sashaying out of the doors.
“liam!” comes the cheerful calling of his name and harry’s bouncing over, engulfing liam in a hug with flailing limbs. “you go to simon, too?”
“yeah, for awhile now,” liam chokes out from the smothering embrace, because along with harry’s constant affinity for ripping liam’s heart out and showing it to him, he also has no concept of personal space.
“he’s brilliant, isn’t he?” harry asks and before liam can answer, he’s letting go and saying, “i’ll be seeing you tonight, right? louis said everyone’s going round to niall’s.”
“yeah, i’ll be there,” liam stutters out and then harry’s gone as quick as he was there, bounding off the steps and softly singing the words to whatever song he’s just worked on in a voice that kind of makes liam want to go kill himself.
later, he drunkenly relays this story - and more, not that he recalls the next morning - to niall who keeps the drinks coming as liam sullenly watches harry and louis sloppily sneak kisses in the next room from the corner of his eye.
he gets absolutely plastered and the last thing he remembers is snotting up niall’s shirt and tripping over his own feet as they stumbled back to liam’s flat.
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a few weeks later and liam trips in the door, weighed down by a ridiculous mountain of coursework that keeps him awake for a few days. he locks himself in his room and throws himself into it, emerging only when he needs the bathroom or when louis lures him out with food.
he’s in the middle of his last essay and he must not have realized he dozed off because he startles awake when someone take his hands off his keyboard, shutting his laptop.
“s’only me, li.” louis’ voice is quieter than liam thinks he’s ever heard it and then he’s being pulled up and out of his desk chair, stiff uncoordinated limbs guided to his bed. “time for a break, yeah?”
liam hmms tiredly and goes with it, laying down where louis’ hands push him. he rolls over, yawning, already drifting off, but then he stiffens up when he feels louis crawl in after and pull the covers over them both, because this is not how he imagined sharing a bed with louis would happen. liam’s thoughts are jumbled, clinging onto sleep and then he thinks of harry, wonders why louis here with him and not off making out with gorgeous harry somewhere.
louis’ arm tightens around his waist, breath against his neck and he mumbles out, “hush about harry, we’re napping now,” and who knew liam said any of that out loud, but then they’re drifting off to sleep together, harry forgotten.
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