fandom: one direction
pairing: harry/louis
word count: ~2100
warnings: unimaginative writing
summary: cover me up, cuddle me in. so harry's pretty tall and louis, well, isn't.
notes: dedicated to
jamie and
selina for generally being lovely and amazing and coercing me into sharing this. it's kind of all over the place and probably not my best but it
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I DEMAND THAT YOU WRITE MORE
this is seriously so great. i love the intimacy of it, like you spotlighted all these little private moments despite how ridiculous and totally not private their lives are. it almost makes it MORE intimate, how they're able to just zero in on each other. IDK MAN IT WAS GOOD.
your louis killed me omg. THIS ENTIRE THING:
People are shouting their names and waving their cameras around and Louis is tired, hates this. It's morning and he hasn't eaten, slept alone last night because Harry was marathoning cartoons with Niall until stupid o'clock and had fallen asleep on the sofa in his room. He wants to curl into himself, get these people away, away from him.
He's stopped and is glaring wearily into the wall of paparazzi, feels shrunken and exposed. He tries to smile but his mouth feels warped and wrong, ends up grimacing, kicking himself; cheer up cheer up cheer up. Then Harry is there, strides up beside him and waves at the crowd before reaching around Louis and tugging him in close to his side. His hand is warm and solid on Louis's shoulder and it shouldn't be that easy to make him feel better but it is. Louis turns to look up at Harry and he's smiling that lop-sided smile that makes Louis's heart ache. "Missed you last night," Harry says quietly as he turns his head quickly away from the cameras, pretending to muss his fringe.
because it's so louis and lol ugh i get that, feeling bitchy and knowing you're being bitchy and that making you even MORE bitchy. and i love the way harry makes him instantly relax because canon.
and i have to agree with selina
It's Harry's solo, and Louis has ended up standing far to the side of the stage, half in the shadows of where the band are. He is hypnotic; rough voice cracking in all the right places, singing like he fucks (ragged and velvet and melting).
JEsus.
and then the end and this:
He rises up onto his toes instinctively, but Harry slips his hands onto his shoulders and gently holds him rooted to the floor. A small, disappointed sound falls out of Louis's mouth and Harry ducks his head down, presses their foreheads together as his back stoops a little.
"You're perfect, Lou," he mutters, "You're perfect to me,"
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YOU'RE PERFECT ROSIE YOU'RE PERFECT TO ME
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LIKE OK I WILL OMG
omg i loooooooooove louis and ughhghhhh i'm so glad you think i got him right ♥♥
NO YOU DID NOT JUST QUOTE MY OWN FIC AT ME JAMIIIEEEEE
also sidenote: NEW PICTURES FROM TODAYYYYY OMGGGGGGG HOW TINY DOES LOUIS LOOK IN THEM
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this photo made me oddly emotional
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