your translation's just a little off (lt/ng)

[dangerbears]

title: your translation's just a little off.
pairing: nick grimshaw/louis tomlinson (sorry)
disclaimer: hilariously untrue.
word count: ~9,500
summary: AU. so louis kind of doesn't like nick. like at all. really. he swears.
notes: okay OKAY DON'T YELL AT ME I'M REALLY SORRY, this is the one and only time this will happen, I'M JUST SO INTERESTED IN

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[mozarts_piano]

Nick expertly tears off a piece of his croissant and dips it in his hot chocolate. Louis watches, disgusted.
i must try that sometime. it sounds delicious.

"You're in public with me," Nick says. "Are you embarrassed?"
"Dreadfully," Louis responds. "Literally if anyone I know sees us, I'm ducking under the table."
but they're both so witty and good!

Louis grins wickedly. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he says, glancing up at Nick through his eyelashes.
literally, tommo the fucking tease, jesus christ lou. i can't even imagine the band on tour buses, he'd just say something sexual and then walk off, get into his bed and go to sleep and the rest of them would just be like - well fuck me, and sit there all awkwardly in their arousal. yep.

"Alex," he says, shaking Louis' hand and winking, before looking back to Nick. "Grimmy, what a delicious opening gift, I'm so honoured. If you see anything that inspires you, Louis, please just say the word." He winks lewdly.
ugh. actually just like, shuddered. ohmygod. uggggh ick. (also i love that you spell things the british/canadian way, it pleases me)

Nick shakes his head. "You make me look bad just standing there, kiddo," he says.
i love louis-is-prettier-than-everyone fic. it makes me so happy.

Harry just looks at him. He says quietly, "It wouldn't be bad if you did, you know."
yep. heart broken. nbd, nbd.

"Ooh, feisty," says the creep. "I like that. Are you a screamer? Do you scratch? Bite back?"
ICK ICK ICK ICK ICK

"He good in bed?" the guy's saying. "He a screamer? He looks like he can take it hard, can't you, babe?"
Louis just looks at Nick, saying nothing.
"Right," Nick says, and punches the guy in the face.
scratch that - universe: 0 nick:2

Harry stares blearily at Nick. "Are you new? I go like, hey, Grimmy, truth or dare? And then you choose one, and-"
"No, fuckhead," Nick says. "I know how fucking truth or dare works. I was twelve once, too-"
literally all i want in life is to experience a drunk harry styles in person. that is all.

"I dared it, and so it is law!" Harry cries.
darling boy, that isn't how it works

He crawls over to Harry on his hands and knees, burying his face in Harry's neck.
Harry's hands come to wrap around his waist, and he presses a kiss to Louis' hair. "Bedtime, love?" he whispers.
but louis, sweetheart, you can't always just fall back to harry D:

Harry mumbles something incoherent and turns over, flopping his face into the pillow.
"Harry!" Louis says again, tickling at his ribs.
"Fuck off, what," Harry grunts.
i don't even want to think about how many times this had probably definitely happened irl. so good.

"Okay, boy genius, what I'm saying is, like." He stops and rubs a hand over his face. "Fuck, okay. I've liked you, you little brat.
AHHHHH!!!! AHA! AHA. right. yep. might have just cheered.

After a moment of them sitting in a bakery over stupid fucking posh croissants, smiling at each other, Nick says, "I hope you realise I'm going to hold the fuck out of your hand."
o m g

i am dead. this is - i am dead. you are brilliant and wonderful and i am dead. and this needs to happen right now fuck.