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Title: Amongst The Trees
Pairings: Liam/Louis
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU Liam and Louis work at a summer camp together - 985 words
AN: Written for this prompt - when i'm all in a spin full of cynicism, you remind me of just how perfect you are for theangelunknown in the this is a real person ficathon
Disclaimer: 100% fiction
There’s a story that Louis slept with a camp attendee who he was in charge of, it should have been the most heinous thing Liam’s ever heard, but it isn’t. Not when you realise Louis was nineteen and the boy was seventeen, especially not when Louis tells you the story and it feels like fresh grass against your skin, first loves and long summers. It seems it didn’t bare much on his future either, so it definitely shouldn’t weigh too heavily on Liam’s thoughts of him. Anyway the camp never fired him, otherwise he wouldn’t standing here speaking too quickly for Liam to comprehend, giving instructions Liam will only pretend to remember. Also that incident happened 6 years ago and now Harry, the once camp attendee, works here too and that’s the only way he finds out.
In fact it turns out there is a lot of stories about Louis - some Liam lets stick in his brain and others slip through his fingers. He holds onto the story about Louis saving the girl from the lake, when he wasn’t trained to do so. Of course there are bad ones too but to varying extents. Luckily Louis’s eyes are too blue and his laugh too bright for Liam to think of any of that, most of the time.
There are moments of cynicism between the longing, there is always is. Louis comes too easily, gives so much and it shouldn‘t worry Liam but it does. Especially when he doesn‘t come back to their shared hut one night. He doesn‘t like the part of him that finds him padding out of his bed trying not to wake a softly snoring Harry. The air is heavy and humid outside and Liam just sits there, unaware or maybe just unconcerned that this is creepy behaviour, and waits for Louis. By the time Louis emerges from the trees Liam is furious, his fists clenched by his sides.
“Where on earth have you been Louis?”
The smile Louis was previously sporting wavering.
“Alright, calm down Payne,” Louis retorts, laughing nervously. “Thought you were asleep anyway.”
He reaches a hand up to smooth down his hair. He looks...suspicious, shifty even.
“Yeah well.” He takes a breath and closes his eyes knowing he won’t be able to control the tone of his next question.
“Where exactly have you been then?”
Louis narrows his eyes as he assesses the implications of the question.
“What do you mean? Just about. I don’t have a curfew.”
Defensive.
“Louis please tell you didn’t...”
Louis just gapes at him.
“I just... I know with Harry...but that was ages ago...you’re older and this guy, he‘s a-” Liam takes a breath. “You need to get over him,” inching closer and placing an unsure hand on Louis’s shoulder.
Before Liam can register it, Louis spits out “Fuck you,” before shoving a box in his hands and storming into their hut and slamming the door.
Liam slowly sinks down onto the porch, realisation sinking in as he opens the box. It’s a cake, a messy one, pink icing dripping down and pooling in the box. It’s says Happy Birthday, Liam wants to cry.
He wakes up the next day to find Louis curled up in Harry’s bed, it’s 5am and no one will wake for another two hours, so he goes for a walk. It’s 7am when Louis finds him sitting against a tree, the early sun framing him softly. They sit in silence for a while letting the distant sounds of people waking and walking to the canteen lull over them, they aren’t needed for a while.
“I made you a cake. It said ‘I’m sorry’... but I burnt it,” Liam says into the silence, startled by the laugh that follows it.
He looks up at Louis, his stomach flips and he finds himself smiling too.
“You always were clumsy Liam,” It’s true, he’d dropped his drink all over Louis the first time they’d met in the canteen, then dabbed at him and furiously apologized for an hour until Louis told him to shut up, before pulling off his top and saying - ‘I’m going swimming anyway, do you want to come?’.
Liam is pretty sure that’s when it all started. Their laughter eventually drifts off.
“I am sorry though. I shouldn’t make assumptions. I know you wouldn’t really... I just got mad and stupid...” Liam fumbles over the words, a tightness in his chest saying it’s not enough. “...And I’m really stupid. Did I mention that?” Louis is just blinking at him slowly, his mouth slightly upturned on one side.
Their heads are really close and Liam’s only just noticed that.
“Uh... thanks for the cake. I didn’t think anyone would even do anything for my birthday, I didn’t think anyone remembered,” he nervously stutters out.
Louis shoves him then, hard, Liam has steady himself on the scratchy bark of the tree.
“You are an idiot, actually,” he's not looking up so Liam’s not sure how to take it, Louis is instead running strands off grass through his fingers and - oh fuck, his fingers.
“For the record. I don’t go around fucking all the camp kids. And all the mistakes I did make and the stories I know you must have heard, I-” There’s a tinge of desperation to his voice.
“Oh Louis you don’t have to justify yourself to me. I shouldn’t of ever doubted you. I only did because you are so lovely,” he wants to say perfect, “and I fell so easily and I thought maybe in all of that, there was something to doubt. Something I should question.”
“Liam.”
“Yeah?”
“Jus so you know, I don’t kiss all my fellow camp workers either.”
“I never sa-” Liam definitely is a bit stupid but Louis fell for him the moment he agreed to go swimming with him, so he just leans forward and kisses him.
Pairings: Liam/Louis
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU Liam and Louis work at a summer camp together - 985 words
AN: Written for this prompt - when i'm all in a spin full of cynicism, you remind me of just how perfect you are for theangelunknown in the this is a real person ficathon
Disclaimer: 100% fiction
There’s a story that Louis slept with a camp attendee who he was in charge of, it should have been the most heinous thing Liam’s ever heard, but it isn’t. Not when you realise Louis was nineteen and the boy was seventeen, especially not when Louis tells you the story and it feels like fresh grass against your skin, first loves and long summers. It seems it didn’t bare much on his future either, so it definitely shouldn’t weigh too heavily on Liam’s thoughts of him. Anyway the camp never fired him, otherwise he wouldn’t standing here speaking too quickly for Liam to comprehend, giving instructions Liam will only pretend to remember. Also that incident happened 6 years ago and now Harry, the once camp attendee, works here too and that’s the only way he finds out.
In fact it turns out there is a lot of stories about Louis - some Liam lets stick in his brain and others slip through his fingers. He holds onto the story about Louis saving the girl from the lake, when he wasn’t trained to do so. Of course there are bad ones too but to varying extents. Luckily Louis’s eyes are too blue and his laugh too bright for Liam to think of any of that, most of the time.
There are moments of cynicism between the longing, there is always is. Louis comes too easily, gives so much and it shouldn‘t worry Liam but it does. Especially when he doesn‘t come back to their shared hut one night. He doesn‘t like the part of him that finds him padding out of his bed trying not to wake a softly snoring Harry. The air is heavy and humid outside and Liam just sits there, unaware or maybe just unconcerned that this is creepy behaviour, and waits for Louis. By the time Louis emerges from the trees Liam is furious, his fists clenched by his sides.
“Where on earth have you been Louis?”
The smile Louis was previously sporting wavering.
“Alright, calm down Payne,” Louis retorts, laughing nervously. “Thought you were asleep anyway.”
He reaches a hand up to smooth down his hair. He looks...suspicious, shifty even.
“Yeah well.” He takes a breath and closes his eyes knowing he won’t be able to control the tone of his next question.
“Where exactly have you been then?”
Louis narrows his eyes as he assesses the implications of the question.
“What do you mean? Just about. I don’t have a curfew.”
Defensive.
“Louis please tell you didn’t...”
Louis just gapes at him.
“I just... I know with Harry...but that was ages ago...you’re older and this guy, he‘s a-” Liam takes a breath. “You need to get over him,” inching closer and placing an unsure hand on Louis’s shoulder.
Before Liam can register it, Louis spits out “Fuck you,” before shoving a box in his hands and storming into their hut and slamming the door.
Liam slowly sinks down onto the porch, realisation sinking in as he opens the box. It’s a cake, a messy one, pink icing dripping down and pooling in the box. It’s says Happy Birthday, Liam wants to cry.
He wakes up the next day to find Louis curled up in Harry’s bed, it’s 5am and no one will wake for another two hours, so he goes for a walk. It’s 7am when Louis finds him sitting against a tree, the early sun framing him softly. They sit in silence for a while letting the distant sounds of people waking and walking to the canteen lull over them, they aren’t needed for a while.
“I made you a cake. It said ‘I’m sorry’... but I burnt it,” Liam says into the silence, startled by the laugh that follows it.
He looks up at Louis, his stomach flips and he finds himself smiling too.
“You always were clumsy Liam,” It’s true, he’d dropped his drink all over Louis the first time they’d met in the canteen, then dabbed at him and furiously apologized for an hour until Louis told him to shut up, before pulling off his top and saying - ‘I’m going swimming anyway, do you want to come?’.
Liam is pretty sure that’s when it all started. Their laughter eventually drifts off.
“I am sorry though. I shouldn’t make assumptions. I know you wouldn’t really... I just got mad and stupid...” Liam fumbles over the words, a tightness in his chest saying it’s not enough. “...And I’m really stupid. Did I mention that?” Louis is just blinking at him slowly, his mouth slightly upturned on one side.
Their heads are really close and Liam’s only just noticed that.
“Uh... thanks for the cake. I didn’t think anyone would even do anything for my birthday, I didn’t think anyone remembered,” he nervously stutters out.
Louis shoves him then, hard, Liam has steady himself on the scratchy bark of the tree.
“You are an idiot, actually,” he's not looking up so Liam’s not sure how to take it, Louis is instead running strands off grass through his fingers and - oh fuck, his fingers.
“For the record. I don’t go around fucking all the camp kids. And all the mistakes I did make and the stories I know you must have heard, I-” There’s a tinge of desperation to his voice.
“Oh Louis you don’t have to justify yourself to me. I shouldn’t of ever doubted you. I only did because you are so lovely,” he wants to say perfect, “and I fell so easily and I thought maybe in all of that, there was something to doubt. Something I should question.”
“Liam.”
“Yeah?”
“Jus so you know, I don’t kiss all my fellow camp workers either.”
“I never sa-” Liam definitely is a bit stupid but Louis fell for him the moment he agreed to go swimming with him, so he just leans forward and kisses him.