THE GREAT LIRRY FICATHON
because i was whining about quality Lirry fic to robpat this needed to become a thing.
PIMP IT OUT LIKE YOU MEAN IT! FOR ALL THE LIRRY STANS (OR PLAIN OLD LIAM STANS) EVERYWHERE! MAKE THIS MORE THAN THE FIVE FICS I TOLD MORGAN WE"D GET!
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PIMP IT OUT LIKE YOU MEAN IT! FOR ALL THE LIRRY STANS (OR PLAIN OLD LIAM STANS) EVERYWHERE! MAKE THIS MORE THAN THE FIVE FICS I TOLD MORGAN WE"D GET!
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where liam is this intensely talented, but also extremely private, fashion photographer and sometimes designer, who people would absolutely kill to work for. however he peaked when he was all of 19 and hasn't really worked much in the past few years even though he's a short trip away from skid row. he's completely lost his inspiration, and he's become so jaded with the contrived, artificial world of fashion. and he has anna wintour breathing down his neck, hounding him for more clothes or more editorial spreads or more something stop letting your talents go to waste, and she keeps sending her new creative director, louis to pester him to death. and you can't really say no to anna wintour for very long, what the hell is he going to do??
enter one harry styles, up and coming male model, and he's certainly beautiful. maybe not in that square-headed, beefed up, wannabe adonis way, but really. he's something to look at, with his ridiculous hair and bright eyes and dimples. and liam thinks, maybe, he's found his muse.
and liam definitely tries not to fall in love.
a++ for liam living with poet!zayn who is such a hypocrite for calling liam's job superficial and vacuous when he keeps trying to impress that louis bloke with fashion factoids he's probably looked upon wikipedia.
a+++ for socialite!niall who's kind of loud and maybe a lot unambitious, but gives scarily astute advice to basically everyone ever.
ha. i pretty much prompt the things i'm too lazy to write (◡‿◡✿)
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I'M WORKING ON IT I PROMISE
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somebody needs to write it. NOW.
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i'm crying right now, tbh.
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OKAY ENOUGH OF THAT.
fill, 1a/?
Liam is about to head out the door for his morning run when he hears it.
"Liam," someone is calling. "Liam!"
"Oh my God," he mutters, pressing himself flat against the wall.
"Li-am!" The voice singsongs. Liam closes his eyes.
"I'm not home," he mutters under his breath, "I'm not home, I'm not home, I'm-"
"I know you're in there," Louis calls from the other side of the door.
"No I'm not," Liam whispers.
"Liam," Louis says, his tone suddenly desperate. Liam startles. "Oh my God I can't fucking believe this, I can't believe-I can't believe you're just throwing everything away. We have something special baby, I know we do-you can't leave me standing in your fucking hallway like this, I'm in love with-"
"Jesus Christ, Louis, shut up," Liam says, wrenching the door open. Louis, who was apparently slumped against it to better portray his heartbreak, stumbles grinning into the apartment.
"Also, I have amnesia but I still remember the baby's yours," he says.
"God, the entire building is going to think I'm a heartless bastard," Liam says.
"You are a heartless bastard," Louis says, "or you would've agreed to a shoot ages ago."
"Louis we've talked about this-"
"But you didn't give me the answer I wanted, so we're talking about it again," Louis says cheerfully.
"Please go away?" Liam tries.
"Sure!" Louis says. "Just as soon as you say you'll come in for the editorial meeting tomorrow."
"No," Liam says.
"Urgh," Louis says, and flops down onto the sofa.
"You can't stay," Liam says, "I'm going for a run. Now. Right now."
"Hmm, no," Louis says, as if that settles it. As if he can turn up in Liam's flat and dictate Liam's schedule and just generally reorganize Liam's life which, honestly, he sort of seems to think he can. "Liam, we're talking about a once in a lifetime opportunity. Those don't come along very often. In fact, you might say they only come along, hmm, once! In a lifetime! So I want you to think about it. I mean really, actually think about it, not just make that sad puppy face at me and apologize while you herd me back out the door."
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"How do you even know where I live?" Liam asks. It occurs to him that it probably says a lot about Louis that the first time he'd shown up at the flat instead of Liam's office, Liam hadn't even blinked.
"This is going to bring your career back from the edge, Liam," Louis says, completely ignoring him. Liam isn't the least bit surprised. "Your name will be in lights! You'll be in demand across the globe! You'll be able to pay the rent on time! The possibilities are limitless."
"Oh shut up," Liam says, but honestly, he's tired. Tired of Louis pestering him endlessly, tired of feeling so entirely at loose ends. Tired of being behind on the rent.
"Say yes," Louis says.
"Do you actually know who you're hiring?" Liam asks wearily, but then he waves a hand through the air to cut Louis off before he can start in on another one of his speeches. "Yes. Fine. Yes. When's the editorial meeting?"
"Oh my god," Louis says and darts forward, flinging his arms around Liam and squeezing.
"Um?" Liam says. Louis snickers against his neck and pulls back, although not before he bites Liam's jaw, which is just. What?
"Did you just bite me?" He asks.
"Pssht," Louis says dismissively. "It was a nibble. An affectionate nibble, that's what it was. Look forward to many more of those, Liam Payne! We're working together now! I express approval with my teeth!"
"I changed my mind," Liam says.
"Too fucking late," Louis says gleefully. "Tomorrow, eleven o'clock sharp. If you're late I'll have you skinned and worn on the cover of the July issue. Good? Good!"
He practically skips out the door, that's how pleased he-apparently-is with his life.
"Oh help," Liam says.
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Liam is, in fact, half an hour early the next morning, which is probably how he ends up walking right into the middle of a casting.
"Career aspirations changed? You have got lovely eyebrows," Louis calls from off to one side of the room. Liam hurries over through a flurry of clipboards, runway walks, and white button ups.
"What've my eyebrows got to do with...? Never mind," Liam says, and then, "I know I'm early, I'm sorry, I don't mean to be in the way."
"Oh for goodness' sake, Liam, I've been trying to drag you through those doors for months, don't apologize for being here."
"Sorry," Liam says sheepishly. Louis sighs.
"And again with the apologizing. Hey! Someone tell Tall, Dark, and Inked over there that tattoos stopped being rebellious and started being boring ages ago."
"There's nothing wrong with tattoos," Liam says quietly. "My flatmate's got tattoos. And that wasn't very nice, either. You shouldn't-oh."
Louis' too busy signing something and shouting something and flipping through what looks like about twelve pages of headshots all at once to actually notice that Liam's cut himself off in the middle of a sentence, which is probably good, Liam thinks, because-because oh.
There's a boy standing across the room. Actually there are absolutely loads of boys scattered all over the room, but this boy is leaning against the wall, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his absurdly tight jeans. He's frowning down at his feet, looking like he's deep in thought, and his feet themselves are turned just slightly inwards, awkward in a way that somehow has Liam's hands itching for a camera. It's just-something about the lines of him, maybe? It doesn't really matter, actually, what it is. Liam tugs on Louis' elbow.
"Louis," he says. "Him."
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"Hmm?" Louis glances in the direction Liam's pointing. "Not denim pullover, surely, look at his shoulders-oh, no, him. Do you think?"
"Yes," Liam says simply and then, just in case 'simply' isn't the best way to communicate with Louis he adds, "I really, really do. Whatever it is I'm shooting, I want him in it."
"Right you are," Louis says. "Let's see, that's-oh, that's Harry Styles, actually, he's been around a bit lately. You've put your finger on the pulse, Liam, well done you."
"Oh?" Liam says, and then shrugs. "Well he want to do the shoot, do you think?"
"Liam, honestly," Louis says, sounding almost fond. "People still know your name, you know. Not to mention an editorial in 'TXF' is kind of a big fucking deal, if I do say so myself. Here, watch. Styles!"
The boy looks up, his posture straightening a bit, which reveals that not only is he taller than Liam had thought, he's got this neck, and it's just.
"God," he says. Louis laughs and says, "Don't go swooning, now."
"Who's swooning?" Harry asks. He ducks his head forward and reaches up to push his hair out of his face in a move that's clearly practiced. It makes him look startlingly young for a second.
"Liam's having fantasies about your bone structure or something, I don't know," Louis says. Liam blushes, but refuses to apologize because it's true. Granted, it's not true in the way Louis means it, but what is true is: Liam's tracking the light as it cuts across Harry's jaw, thinking about doing something with angles, with shadows, and it's been too long since he felt like this about work. Like it wasn't work at all.
"Liam?" Harry asks, frowning.
"Liam Payne, pleasure to meet you," Liam says a bit distractedly, holding out his hand. Harry meets it in a handshake and then blinks.
"Wait, Liam Payne as in-really? Oh wow," he says, which isn't actually helping Liam's blush.
"Congratulations, welcome to your big break," Louis says. "Liam's shooting our editorial for next month and he wants you in it. Hooray, yay, isn't life grand? The correct answer's yes, by the way. Right, head over to Joseph in the corner, there, he's going to make sure we have all your contact details, that sort of thing. Chop chop!"
"I-really?" Harry asks. He sounds a little breathless, but he obediently heads off in the direction Louis shoves him. He's only taken a few steps, though, before he turns back around and catches Liam's gaze, his eyes wide. "Thank you, so much, I'm really-thank you."
"Oh," Liam says, caught off-balance for what already feels like the hundredth time this morning. "I mean. You're welcome?"
Harry beams at him, his smile bright and sincere and just a little crooked, and that's when Liam sees the dimples.
"God," he says again. Louis doesn't even bother muffling his laughter.
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you've basically whacked the nail right on the head and you're only one part in and i'm so excited because it's already perfect i just can't wait to see what amazingness you'll bring.
i can't really pinpoint a favourite part, because it's all pretty much my favourite so far. liam trying to pretend he's not home, and louis just expecting people to do the things he says (but still being pleasantly surprised when liam finally agrees to do a shoot), when liam sees harry. omfg it's all the best just. i don't really have words for how lovely this is.
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