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Used my favorite writing meme to try and get back into it. These are all written about Harry and Louis from One Direction. :)
(Also, not all of the drabbles I wrote for this meme are under the cut because I wasn't super thrilled with a few. The ratings vary on these from safe to mature.)
Kings of Leon - Cold Desert
Louis wakes up and squints at the brightness in the room. He groans and throws an arm over his eyes. He sits up on his arms just enough to survey his room before flopping back down with a grunt.
“No.” he grumbles. “Not waking up.”
Harry’s gone.
Not forever. He’s just gone to home to visit his family, but somehow their place just doesn’t seem as bright without Harry there. At this point in the morning he’d be making breakfast in the kitchen with the TV on low so he can hear the news. He’d be humming softly as he flipped eggs and popped waffles out of the toaster, and then when Louis finally dragged himself out of bed and into the kitchen he’d smile softly at him and nod, knowing Louis is not one for conversation right after waking up.
None of that will happen, though. Louis will get up, go downstairs and have to make tea for himself. He’ll pour himself a bowl of cereal because Harry’s forbidden him to use the stove when he’s not around, and he’ll miss Harry terribly until he gets back.
*
Maxwell’s Silver Hammer - The Beatles
Louis laughs happily when the song comes on in the car. Harry looks at him questioningly
“I’ve always liked this song.” He says
“Really, Lou?” Harry asks, clearly not impressed. “Out of every song on Abbey Road it’s this one that you’ve always had a soft spot for?”
Louis nods
“It’s silly!” Louis says.
He turns the volume up and bops happy, very animatedly banging the steering wheel when they sing ‘bang bang’.
Harry wants to laugh at his friend. He really does. He can’t though. All he does is end up singing and banging along with Louis, the spring breeze blowing his curls around. Louis turns to smile at him and Harry just grins, happy to be with him.
*
Dream Brother (Nag Champa Mix) - Jeff Buckley
Louis sucks in a breath as he watches Harry. The boy’s head is bobbing between his legs and he’s using all of his self-control to not just grab a handful of hair and pull. He promised Harry he would be good. Promised to not jump the gun and rush it.
They always seem to rush it. Bunk sex is crammed and squished, hotel sex is quiet and awkward, and skype sex when they’re visiting home is just plain shitty.
They’re home now. Home in their own bedroom and able to be as loud as the fuck they want.
Harry told Louis he wanted to make it last as long as possible. He wanted to take in every fucking inch of Louis and of course Louis had been thinking with his fucking boner and said yes and now all he wants is to grab and pull and come his brains out.
“Harry.” He gasps “Please.”
Harry hums around his dick, causing Louis to arch his back and throw his hands out to grip the sheets.
“You’re such a bastard.” He grunts
Harry pulls off at that, licks a strip from root to tip, and then swallows him down completely.
“I fucking hate you so much.” Louis mumbles after gasping loudly and attempting to thrust up. (Stupid Harry didn’t let him. Bastard)
Harry smirks around his dick and pinches the base so Louis can’t come.
Louis spreads his legs and cries out.
“ You’ve got to earn it.” Harry says, his voice gravelly.
*
Young The Giant - Cough Syrup
Liam thinks watching them is like watching some grand sweeping epic love story as it’s coming to fruition. He’d never say that out loud because it’s too cheesy to even verbalize, but he thinks it in his head often. The way they interact is amazing to him. They can have a whole conversation in a few seconds with just their eyes. Louis will laugh demurely and Harry will wink and give him a cheeky grin and that’s the end of it. The rest of them usually sit and wonder what the fuck they missed in those two seconds.
They never do it intentionally to make anyone feel left out, but spending any amount of time with Harry and Louis tends to make you want what you’re missing. The subtle touches and looks in public, the mumbles and cuddles when it’s just the five of them.
And there was that one time that Liam accidentally caught them in the back lounge of the bus. (they didn’t know he was there, and he couldn’t look away.) Harry held Louis as if he were the most precious treasure on earth. Hands gentle on his hips, lips ghosting over his collar bone. He looked at Louis as if he couldn’t believe he ever got so lucky. Louis was completely lost in the feelings Harry was giving him. Back arched, chest sweaty.
*
Santeria - Sublime
Harry packs the bowl silently, the rest of the boys hanging around waiting. Niall is tapping his foot impatiently and Harry wants to tell him to chill the fuck out, perfection takes time, but he figures that’d just upset him and the last thing Harry ever wants to do is upset Niall.
He finally finishes and grabs his lighter, bringing the bowl up to his lips and lighting up.
Louis watches as Harry’s lips wrap around the end and he bites his lip. One of his favorite parts of smoking has to be this. He loves watching Harry’s cheeks hollow as he inhales, and then the way his lips pucker lightly as he exhales.
*
Til The World Ends Remix - Britney, Kesha, Nicki
Harry watches as Louis walks out in the tiniest fucking bathing suit he has ever seen in his life. He bites his lip and groans. Next to him Zayn laughs manically. Eleanor is looking classy in a lovely two piece and Harry hates his life. He loves Eleanor. She’s Louis’ best friend and Harry usually loves anyone his boyfriend loves, but she’s a bad influence. Whenever those two go shopping something bad happens and Harry ends up with a perma-boner.
He figures they hit the shops hard today because he’s never seen that bathing suit on Louis before. He went shopping for bathing suits and summer clothes especially for this vacation, but that was not in the pile.
His attention is dragged back to what he’s doing when Niall almost drops a bacci ball on his toe.
“Sorry, mate.” Niall says
“No worries.” Harry mumbles.
He plays another round, and is then distracted again when he hears giggling from where Louis and Eleanor are doing something that will inevitably give him blue balls. The two have a sheet of stickers and are looking them over. He watches as Eleanor nods furiously and takes the sheet from Louis, instructing him to move. He stands up and Harry grunts as he watches Eleanor peel off a star and put it right on Louis’ hip. Louis does the same for her, only with a heart, and the two smile at each other before putting their sunglasses on and laying out on their towels.
“Stop staring.” Liam says “You’re slowing down the whole game!”
“Sorry.” Harry mumbles. “It’s just…”
“I know.” Zayn says. “He’s just so dreamy” he flutters his lashes as he says the last part.
Harry punches his arm and Zayn laughs, pushing him away playfully.
“Just keep it in check.” Niall says “Bacci ball is serious business.”
Harry rolls his eyes and turns back to the game, managing to concentrate long enough to not fuck up the whole game.
Harry thinks he’s in the clear until he turns around some time later to see Louis and Eleanor on their stomachs and god damn Louis’ ass is fucking majestic.
Harry really hates his life.
Later on when he gets to run his tongue over the pale star on Louis’ hip Harry re-thinks the whole hating his life thing.
*
Comment and let me know what you think! I haven't posted fic in forever and I'm trying to get back into the groove.
(Also, not all of the drabbles I wrote for this meme are under the cut because I wasn't super thrilled with a few. The ratings vary on these from safe to mature.)
Kings of Leon - Cold Desert
Louis wakes up and squints at the brightness in the room. He groans and throws an arm over his eyes. He sits up on his arms just enough to survey his room before flopping back down with a grunt.
“No.” he grumbles. “Not waking up.”
Harry’s gone.
Not forever. He’s just gone to home to visit his family, but somehow their place just doesn’t seem as bright without Harry there. At this point in the morning he’d be making breakfast in the kitchen with the TV on low so he can hear the news. He’d be humming softly as he flipped eggs and popped waffles out of the toaster, and then when Louis finally dragged himself out of bed and into the kitchen he’d smile softly at him and nod, knowing Louis is not one for conversation right after waking up.
None of that will happen, though. Louis will get up, go downstairs and have to make tea for himself. He’ll pour himself a bowl of cereal because Harry’s forbidden him to use the stove when he’s not around, and he’ll miss Harry terribly until he gets back.
*
Maxwell’s Silver Hammer - The Beatles
Louis laughs happily when the song comes on in the car. Harry looks at him questioningly
“I’ve always liked this song.” He says
“Really, Lou?” Harry asks, clearly not impressed. “Out of every song on Abbey Road it’s this one that you’ve always had a soft spot for?”
Louis nods
“It’s silly!” Louis says.
He turns the volume up and bops happy, very animatedly banging the steering wheel when they sing ‘bang bang’.
Harry wants to laugh at his friend. He really does. He can’t though. All he does is end up singing and banging along with Louis, the spring breeze blowing his curls around. Louis turns to smile at him and Harry just grins, happy to be with him.
*
Dream Brother (Nag Champa Mix) - Jeff Buckley
Louis sucks in a breath as he watches Harry. The boy’s head is bobbing between his legs and he’s using all of his self-control to not just grab a handful of hair and pull. He promised Harry he would be good. Promised to not jump the gun and rush it.
They always seem to rush it. Bunk sex is crammed and squished, hotel sex is quiet and awkward, and skype sex when they’re visiting home is just plain shitty.
They’re home now. Home in their own bedroom and able to be as loud as the fuck they want.
Harry told Louis he wanted to make it last as long as possible. He wanted to take in every fucking inch of Louis and of course Louis had been thinking with his fucking boner and said yes and now all he wants is to grab and pull and come his brains out.
“Harry.” He gasps “Please.”
Harry hums around his dick, causing Louis to arch his back and throw his hands out to grip the sheets.
“You’re such a bastard.” He grunts
Harry pulls off at that, licks a strip from root to tip, and then swallows him down completely.
“I fucking hate you so much.” Louis mumbles after gasping loudly and attempting to thrust up. (Stupid Harry didn’t let him. Bastard)
Harry smirks around his dick and pinches the base so Louis can’t come.
Louis spreads his legs and cries out.
“ You’ve got to earn it.” Harry says, his voice gravelly.
*
Young The Giant - Cough Syrup
Liam thinks watching them is like watching some grand sweeping epic love story as it’s coming to fruition. He’d never say that out loud because it’s too cheesy to even verbalize, but he thinks it in his head often. The way they interact is amazing to him. They can have a whole conversation in a few seconds with just their eyes. Louis will laugh demurely and Harry will wink and give him a cheeky grin and that’s the end of it. The rest of them usually sit and wonder what the fuck they missed in those two seconds.
They never do it intentionally to make anyone feel left out, but spending any amount of time with Harry and Louis tends to make you want what you’re missing. The subtle touches and looks in public, the mumbles and cuddles when it’s just the five of them.
And there was that one time that Liam accidentally caught them in the back lounge of the bus. (they didn’t know he was there, and he couldn’t look away.) Harry held Louis as if he were the most precious treasure on earth. Hands gentle on his hips, lips ghosting over his collar bone. He looked at Louis as if he couldn’t believe he ever got so lucky. Louis was completely lost in the feelings Harry was giving him. Back arched, chest sweaty.
*
Santeria - Sublime
Harry packs the bowl silently, the rest of the boys hanging around waiting. Niall is tapping his foot impatiently and Harry wants to tell him to chill the fuck out, perfection takes time, but he figures that’d just upset him and the last thing Harry ever wants to do is upset Niall.
He finally finishes and grabs his lighter, bringing the bowl up to his lips and lighting up.
Louis watches as Harry’s lips wrap around the end and he bites his lip. One of his favorite parts of smoking has to be this. He loves watching Harry’s cheeks hollow as he inhales, and then the way his lips pucker lightly as he exhales.
*
Til The World Ends Remix - Britney, Kesha, Nicki
Harry watches as Louis walks out in the tiniest fucking bathing suit he has ever seen in his life. He bites his lip and groans. Next to him Zayn laughs manically. Eleanor is looking classy in a lovely two piece and Harry hates his life. He loves Eleanor. She’s Louis’ best friend and Harry usually loves anyone his boyfriend loves, but she’s a bad influence. Whenever those two go shopping something bad happens and Harry ends up with a perma-boner.
He figures they hit the shops hard today because he’s never seen that bathing suit on Louis before. He went shopping for bathing suits and summer clothes especially for this vacation, but that was not in the pile.
His attention is dragged back to what he’s doing when Niall almost drops a bacci ball on his toe.
“Sorry, mate.” Niall says
“No worries.” Harry mumbles.
He plays another round, and is then distracted again when he hears giggling from where Louis and Eleanor are doing something that will inevitably give him blue balls. The two have a sheet of stickers and are looking them over. He watches as Eleanor nods furiously and takes the sheet from Louis, instructing him to move. He stands up and Harry grunts as he watches Eleanor peel off a star and put it right on Louis’ hip. Louis does the same for her, only with a heart, and the two smile at each other before putting their sunglasses on and laying out on their towels.
“Stop staring.” Liam says “You’re slowing down the whole game!”
“Sorry.” Harry mumbles. “It’s just…”
“I know.” Zayn says. “He’s just so dreamy” he flutters his lashes as he says the last part.
Harry punches his arm and Zayn laughs, pushing him away playfully.
“Just keep it in check.” Niall says “Bacci ball is serious business.”
Harry rolls his eyes and turns back to the game, managing to concentrate long enough to not fuck up the whole game.
Harry thinks he’s in the clear until he turns around some time later to see Louis and Eleanor on their stomachs and god damn Louis’ ass is fucking majestic.
Harry really hates his life.
Later on when he gets to run his tongue over the pale star on Louis’ hip Harry re-thinks the whole hating his life thing.
*
Comment and let me know what you think! I haven't posted fic in forever and I'm trying to get back into the groove.