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The Kink Meme
Round 1
IS CLOSED
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ROUND 3
delicious / flat view
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he rubs his back as louis retches into the toilet, tears and snot running down his face, a complete mess. when he starts sobbing, liam gathers him up and pulls him to his chest, squeezing him too tight on their dirty bathroom floor.
louis’ breath hitches terrifyingly fast, and liam grips him closer. he calms a little, starts rambling into liam’s ear and whispers, “why’s everyone got to leave me, liam?” before he finally passes out.
liam thinks never me, fuck you, never me angrily, elated once more at having louis in his arms again.
1.
they settle, after awhile: liam returns his weary eyes to louis, watchful like they’ve been for years, and louis slowly comes back around; harry disappears, thoughts of him turning into a few weeks of harsh nights and insatiable drinking at the end of term before it peters out, becoming a blip in louis’ life and, in turn, liam’s. if anything’s changed it’s louis, and if it was anybody but liam they wouldn’t notice, but liam can see the way louis’ eyes tame, just a little, holding his heart higher, closer to his chest and liam hates it.
liam’s own heart never rests, a constant flutter in his chest like it beckons for louis, and liam thinks that if this is all they ever have, a handsy friendship with liam always picking up the pieces, he hopes that that feeling never stops, doesn’t think he could get used to it if he tried.
niall finishes his degree and liam and louis spend a few days helping him pack, loading up boxes and moving furniture. they stumble into their flat in the early evening on tired legs, sweaty and breathless from exertion and laughter. they sprawl out on their couch, flinging limbs over each other and panting, and liam lets himself wallow for a while, closing his eyes and thinking of seeing niall off in the morning.
when he opens them, louis has gone quiet, sat up straight again and fixing liam with this look, all calculating and captivated.
liam recognizes it from somewhere, can’t pinpoint what exactly, and as well versed as he is in deciphering louis, he opens his mouth to question
and then louis’ face is crumpling, just a little, brow furrowing and “i’ve been so fucking stupid, liam,” rushes out in a heavy breath, like he’s been holding it in for a long time, and liam thinks shit, shit, who is it, who tearing through his mind, heart sinking, because he’d been watching so closely and he’d been so careful, who could it be now
and then louis is kissing him, taking his face in his hands and connecting their mouths with a harsh press of lips and liam sputters for a minute, his heart leaping from where it sank and catching somewhere inside his throat. his brain catches up after a minute and he pushes away, hears “louis?” come from his mouth, weary and utterly confused.
louis’ chest is heaving, breath catching and his eyes are closed and liam feels that familiar crackle in the air, popping and electric, and then louis opens his eyes and liam knows, has seen that look countless times before but never directed at him and never like this, and the only word that comes to his mind is adoring.
louis head comes to rest on his, so close they’re almost cross eyed and liam has to clear the haze from his mind to hear the words tumbling out of louis, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, liam, you can hate me after this, you’ve just, you’ve gotta know, i can’t keep - i don’t know what to do anymore, but i think, i, i’m in love with you, liam, and that’s it, that’s all, that’s all i have.”
liam’s mind is still scrambling and louis starts to pull away, stuttering out, “i-i’m sorry, sorry, liam-”
“say it again,” liam hears and it takes him a minute to realize that’s his voice, breathy and desperate and he takes louis’ hands in his, “say it, say it again.”
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