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Title: My Boys
Characters/Relationship: Stylinson + Ziam
Synopsis: The boys have a cuddlefest/smorgasbord in Liam's hotel room after a long few weeks on the road. Fluff ensues.
Rating: PG
With talks that the boys are going to be in America longer than expected, everyone sort of feels like there's a need for a powwow. They convene in Liam's room, each of them bringing some sort of snack and a mess of pillows from their own beds. Liam has already pushed his massive mattress onto the floor and, with Zayn's help, moved the television to sit in front of the patio door.
Niall is the first to fall onto his belly on the mattress. He's got a Twizzler dangling out of his mouth and grabs up the remote just as Zayn lays on his back facing away from the television. Liam drops down too, slow and content, and wraps his entire body around Zayn. This development is rather new, and none of the boys are self-conscious enough to ask about it yet. Liam probably just misses home, and he and Zayn have always had something going on. They compliment each other--the quiet one and the nice one. Their sensibilities are similar.
Harry nudges Lou and nods at them on the mattress. Louis, who is still trying to figure out how to work the crock pot he found in a thrift store, turns his head. His smile is bright, but he's polite enough to ignore the public display of affection. God knows he could use a bit of common courtesy in his life where PDA is concerned. Every time he so much as looks sideways at Harry his mum sends him a text asking when the big day is. It's a bit overwhelming, especially in the American market. For fuck's sake, there's more homophobia here than he's ever seen despite all the people who tweet him daily about Larry Stylinson, and the scary thing is that it's so covert. People probably don't understand how homophobic the media is, and Louis is really sorry that he had to be here during an election year.
That aside, he is happy. He's pouring several cheeses into the crock pot. The boys all said that fondue sounded good, and so Louis went with Niall to find a crock pot big enough for the cheese that Niall has been dreaming about since Chicago. More cheese, he kept shouting in the supermarket. More cheese, and all Louis could do was nod dumbly and oblige. While the other three try to find something on the television that isn't American politics, Harry leans against the dresser where they're creating a makeshift fondue station.
"Okay, Lou?" he asks.
"Tired, but I got my boys," he says.
"Yeah, you got your boys," says Zayn loudly. Harry looks over at him. His body is facing them on the bed, but his neck is bent back over the edge of the mattress. Not the most comfortable way to watch television, by the looks of it, but Zayn's always been an odd duck.
"Your boys!" the others proclaim loudly. Niall dribbles a bit of red on the sheets and smudges it with his thumb.
"What about you? You going to have some of my world famous fondue, Hash?"
"I don't know. It doesn't look very...." he begins, but sees Louis's face and stops. Louis is trying to feed him, which is very avian of him.
"Will you stir this? I want to go get a shower before the slumber party starts," says Louis to Harry. "Keep my spot warm, Niall."
"Lou, I'll eat some fondue," says Harry quietly.
Louis searches Harry's face for a truth he definitely wants to see, and since tonight is supposed to be about the five of them bonding again on the road, Louis nods his head. He puts his hand on Harry's waist and gives it a good squeeze. They'll argue about this later, Louis thinks. Now all he wants is a shower.
He grabs his overnight bag and heads into Liam's shower. It's so tidy, and that's not for lack of stuff. Liam's got a whole bag of hair product, medicines, vitamins, and other assorted toiletries. He grooms an awful lot for a bloke, and that's coming from Louis. Louis is in and out of the shower quickly and puts on a pair of cutoff sweats. He doesn't dress his upper half. Maybe a little positive reinforcement would be good, he thinks. He rubs his rounded belly and leaves the bathroom with a smirk on his face.
Harry is still stirring the cheese when he comes out. Louis slings his bag to the floor and peeks his head into the crock pot to see how the cheese is melting. He catches Harry staring after a minute and wiggles his eyebrows at the younger boy.
"I think we need to add something else," Harry says after composing himself.
"Niall, what do we need to add to this?"
"What has it got in it?"
"Cheese," says Harry tersely as he stirs more white cheese into the pot.
"Milk, maybe."
"We haven't got milk," says Louis. "You never said we needed milk. You just kept shouting 'cheese!'"
"Well, you know better than to take me to a grocery store on an empty stomach. My mind was in a cheesy gutter."
Louis keeps repeating over and over in his head This is a boys' night in. Do not get angry at Niall. This is a boys' night in.
"Fondue's out then, boys," says Louis after repeating this mantra over and over in his head. Harry already has the room service menu in his hand and is flipping through it. Louis unplugs the crock pot and goes to join the others on the bed. Niall looks contrite, but Louis wonders if it's more for the wasted cheese than anything else.
"What do you guys want?" asks Harry.
"Chicken Cesar with dressing on the side," says Liam with his eyes closed. Zayn wraps his arm around Liam and runs his fingers through Liam's hair.
"One of everything," says Niall.
"I'll share with Niall," says Zayn. "Just nothing pork."
"Wanna split some pasta?" asks Louis.
"Alfredo or spaghetti?"
"Spaghetti."
"Yeah, alright," says Harry. He's not sure what "one of everything" entails, but he spends a good five minutes ordering from the kitchen. The manager has to call back to verify that their order is correct, and when Harry says a definitive yes, they incredulously accept the order. Harry then joins the others on the bed.
The room relaxes then. Daddy Direction is asleep on one end of the mess, and Baby Direction is curling up into Louis so that the whole group is book-ended in the warmth of one another. Louis is still a bit miffed at Niall for forgetting milk, but Harry starts rubbing the small of his back with delicate, diligent fingers. That relaxes him a bit, and he forgets about a pot filled with half-melted cheese.
Niall's still going through the television guide to see if anything's playing on the movie channels. They'll disagree on the movie, so Niall doesn't even ask. He just puts on Easy A because it's got a hot ginger and is moderately funny and everyone is too lazy to object.
When room service knocks on the door, Niall bounds up and answers. They have to bring the food in on several trays, and Zayn gets wide-eyed and curious. After delicately extracting himself from Liam's embrace, he stands up and starts peeking under the metal trays to see which food he can eat. It turns out quite a bit of the food in the kitchen isn't cooked in pork or with pork, so he starts helping Niall pick at the food. Liam yawns and scoots closer until he finds another warm body to cuddle against. Harry might be a bit jealous, but Liam just misses Danielle or he's in love with Zayn. Either way, it's not Louis so much as it is companionship.
"Here's your spaghetti," says Niall.
"Bring it here," says Louis.
"Lazy," says Niall.
"Don't get me started, Irishman. I've got two body pillows on either side of me. I'm not moving."
Liam smiles against Louis's bicep, but as soon as Zayn is back in bed, Liam flops over to lay his head on Zayn's knee.
"Thanks for the loyalty, mate," says Louis.
Liam grumbles, and Niall sets the plate of spaghetti on Louis's back. Harry begins cutting up the spaghetti into small bites so he can feed Louis without making a mess. Not that Niall isn't cornering the market on making a mess of things. Within minutes, there's barbecue sauce, bits of wilted romaine, and custard all over the bedclothes.
"Fuck, Niall, they're going to think we were shooting fetish videos in here or something," says Zayn.
Everyone gets a laugh out of that, and it turns into a game to see who can messy up the sheets the most. Niall paints in mustard on Liam's shirt, and Louis is the only one vaguely interested in the movie at all. Everyone has the good sense not to get any mess on him because he's just had a shower, and they've learned that there's rules applicable to Louis having just showered. He reaches back and grabs the plate of spaghetti because Harry is using most of the food to decorate Liam's shirt anyway.
"What's the matter, Boo Bear?" asks Harry.
"Just watching this movie here," he says and takes a big bite of cold spaghetti. Harry steals the fork from him and takes a bite too. Zayn and Niall are still having a food fight, and when it gets messy enough, Harry grabs the sheet off the box-spring and wraps it around he and Louis like a shield
Louis rolls on his back again and looks up at Harry. Static is making his hair cling to the sheet, and he looks like an electrified cherub. Louis pushes Harry's hair back off his face and shakes his head.
"I'm glad we're here in America. It gives us some time to reconnect."
"We weren't disconnected," says Harry. His brow knits together, and he leans down closer to Louis.
"I know. There's just less distractions here."
"You mean, less food fights and clingy Liam and people asking us about Larry Stylinson?"
Louis laughs. "Yeah, less of that."
"Come on. Have a food fight."
Louis pushes the sheet off them and takes his plate of spaghetti. Liam is either in denial or asleep, but either way he seems to be the main target. Louis takes his plate of spaghetti and lifts up Liam's shirt. The others watch in awe as he overturns the pasta right onto Liam's belly and begins giving him a deep tissue spaghetti massage. Liam, laid back to a fault, just grins and buries his face in Zayn's knee. The corners of his mouth are upturned, but he's trying not to let the others see him smiling.
"Jig is up," says Niall. "Eh, Liam, you look like a buffet."
"I'll be his agent. Anyone wishing to consume food off him owes me three quid," says Louis.
Liam looks down at himself finally and wrinkles up his nose.
"Come on, I'll give you a hose down in the tub," says Zayn. Niall, Louis, and Harry all exchange looks. They say nothing as Liam is dragged to the bathroom, food flying off him with each heavy step he takes. There's a Liam-shaped void on the bed beside Louis. He puts the sheet down over the mess and rolls over onto it so that he's looking up at the ceiling.
"I suppose we'll probably need to have a talk about that eventually," says Niall. He's the only sensible one. He only gets involved with fans because of some weird rule he has about mixing business with pleasure. They take that to mean that he won't ever sleep with a bloke in his band, even if the offers were there. Instead he chooses the fans, and it works. Whenever Harry and Louis fight, the whole band suffers. He can't imagine Liam fighting with anyone, so he has more of a "we'll cross that bridge when we get to it" attitude toward Zayn and Liam's recent flirting.
"Liam just misses his turtles," says Harry. He scoots closer to Louis on the bed and drapes an arm over his waist. He's resting his chin on Louis's chest while he talks to Niall.
"Bollocks. I caught them having a snog a few weeks ago. Zayn's dad won't like it if he's talked about on Sugarscape the way you lot are."
"Their name probably isn't as catchy as Larry Stylinson," says Louis. "What would it be? Ziam Payk? That sounds like an actual person."
"Larry Stylinson does too," says Niall reasonably.
Louis rolls his eyes and tries to think on all the other possibilities. Eventually Niall goes back to watching the end of the movie, and no one can find the remote to change the channel so they just end up watching Tron: Legacy. Harry continues stroking Louis's waist while they try to figure out what exactly is going on in this movie. Louis eventually stops paying attention because watching the movie upside down is giving him a headache.
Niall pretends he doesn't notice when Louis starts playing with Harry's hair. This is Niall's most heroic function in the group: acceptance. Nothing seems to bother him--not his band mates snogging or the fact that there's a no girls rule on boys' night in, despite the fact that the other four have coupled up. Louis feels a little less guilty once Liam and Zayn come out of the bathroom, looking dumb and clean. They curl up on either side of Niall and give him a good cuddle while Louis stares up into Harry's eyes.
Boys' night in with his boys. His boy.
This lifestyle sometimes gets the best of him, but he can at least count on quiet moments every now and again to recenter his concentration. Right now, there's nothing else he'd rather do than lick his lips and lean up to kiss Harry soft and sweet. The others ignore it, although Liam appears to be staring as far as Louis can tell out of the corner of his eye. Then Zayn and Niall distract him by trying to explain what is going on in the movie. Niall takes a few artistic liberties with the storyline, and Louis has to break the kiss to laugh a bit at his assessment of the Dude showing up in the movie.
He curls up and pulls Harry closer. They all start watching the movie in silence until one by one they fall asleep, and Louis doesn't even have time to ponder anything that's worrying him before he falls asleep between Zayn and Harry.
Characters/Relationship: Stylinson + Ziam
Synopsis: The boys have a cuddlefest/smorgasbord in Liam's hotel room after a long few weeks on the road. Fluff ensues.
Rating: PG
With talks that the boys are going to be in America longer than expected, everyone sort of feels like there's a need for a powwow. They convene in Liam's room, each of them bringing some sort of snack and a mess of pillows from their own beds. Liam has already pushed his massive mattress onto the floor and, with Zayn's help, moved the television to sit in front of the patio door.
Niall is the first to fall onto his belly on the mattress. He's got a Twizzler dangling out of his mouth and grabs up the remote just as Zayn lays on his back facing away from the television. Liam drops down too, slow and content, and wraps his entire body around Zayn. This development is rather new, and none of the boys are self-conscious enough to ask about it yet. Liam probably just misses home, and he and Zayn have always had something going on. They compliment each other--the quiet one and the nice one. Their sensibilities are similar.
Harry nudges Lou and nods at them on the mattress. Louis, who is still trying to figure out how to work the crock pot he found in a thrift store, turns his head. His smile is bright, but he's polite enough to ignore the public display of affection. God knows he could use a bit of common courtesy in his life where PDA is concerned. Every time he so much as looks sideways at Harry his mum sends him a text asking when the big day is. It's a bit overwhelming, especially in the American market. For fuck's sake, there's more homophobia here than he's ever seen despite all the people who tweet him daily about Larry Stylinson, and the scary thing is that it's so covert. People probably don't understand how homophobic the media is, and Louis is really sorry that he had to be here during an election year.
That aside, he is happy. He's pouring several cheeses into the crock pot. The boys all said that fondue sounded good, and so Louis went with Niall to find a crock pot big enough for the cheese that Niall has been dreaming about since Chicago. More cheese, he kept shouting in the supermarket. More cheese, and all Louis could do was nod dumbly and oblige. While the other three try to find something on the television that isn't American politics, Harry leans against the dresser where they're creating a makeshift fondue station.
"Okay, Lou?" he asks.
"Tired, but I got my boys," he says.
"Yeah, you got your boys," says Zayn loudly. Harry looks over at him. His body is facing them on the bed, but his neck is bent back over the edge of the mattress. Not the most comfortable way to watch television, by the looks of it, but Zayn's always been an odd duck.
"Your boys!" the others proclaim loudly. Niall dribbles a bit of red on the sheets and smudges it with his thumb.
"What about you? You going to have some of my world famous fondue, Hash?"
"I don't know. It doesn't look very...." he begins, but sees Louis's face and stops. Louis is trying to feed him, which is very avian of him.
"Will you stir this? I want to go get a shower before the slumber party starts," says Louis to Harry. "Keep my spot warm, Niall."
"Lou, I'll eat some fondue," says Harry quietly.
Louis searches Harry's face for a truth he definitely wants to see, and since tonight is supposed to be about the five of them bonding again on the road, Louis nods his head. He puts his hand on Harry's waist and gives it a good squeeze. They'll argue about this later, Louis thinks. Now all he wants is a shower.
He grabs his overnight bag and heads into Liam's shower. It's so tidy, and that's not for lack of stuff. Liam's got a whole bag of hair product, medicines, vitamins, and other assorted toiletries. He grooms an awful lot for a bloke, and that's coming from Louis. Louis is in and out of the shower quickly and puts on a pair of cutoff sweats. He doesn't dress his upper half. Maybe a little positive reinforcement would be good, he thinks. He rubs his rounded belly and leaves the bathroom with a smirk on his face.
Harry is still stirring the cheese when he comes out. Louis slings his bag to the floor and peeks his head into the crock pot to see how the cheese is melting. He catches Harry staring after a minute and wiggles his eyebrows at the younger boy.
"I think we need to add something else," Harry says after composing himself.
"Niall, what do we need to add to this?"
"What has it got in it?"
"Cheese," says Harry tersely as he stirs more white cheese into the pot.
"Milk, maybe."
"We haven't got milk," says Louis. "You never said we needed milk. You just kept shouting 'cheese!'"
"Well, you know better than to take me to a grocery store on an empty stomach. My mind was in a cheesy gutter."
Louis keeps repeating over and over in his head This is a boys' night in. Do not get angry at Niall. This is a boys' night in.
"Fondue's out then, boys," says Louis after repeating this mantra over and over in his head. Harry already has the room service menu in his hand and is flipping through it. Louis unplugs the crock pot and goes to join the others on the bed. Niall looks contrite, but Louis wonders if it's more for the wasted cheese than anything else.
"What do you guys want?" asks Harry.
"Chicken Cesar with dressing on the side," says Liam with his eyes closed. Zayn wraps his arm around Liam and runs his fingers through Liam's hair.
"One of everything," says Niall.
"I'll share with Niall," says Zayn. "Just nothing pork."
"Wanna split some pasta?" asks Louis.
"Alfredo or spaghetti?"
"Spaghetti."
"Yeah, alright," says Harry. He's not sure what "one of everything" entails, but he spends a good five minutes ordering from the kitchen. The manager has to call back to verify that their order is correct, and when Harry says a definitive yes, they incredulously accept the order. Harry then joins the others on the bed.
The room relaxes then. Daddy Direction is asleep on one end of the mess, and Baby Direction is curling up into Louis so that the whole group is book-ended in the warmth of one another. Louis is still a bit miffed at Niall for forgetting milk, but Harry starts rubbing the small of his back with delicate, diligent fingers. That relaxes him a bit, and he forgets about a pot filled with half-melted cheese.
Niall's still going through the television guide to see if anything's playing on the movie channels. They'll disagree on the movie, so Niall doesn't even ask. He just puts on Easy A because it's got a hot ginger and is moderately funny and everyone is too lazy to object.
When room service knocks on the door, Niall bounds up and answers. They have to bring the food in on several trays, and Zayn gets wide-eyed and curious. After delicately extracting himself from Liam's embrace, he stands up and starts peeking under the metal trays to see which food he can eat. It turns out quite a bit of the food in the kitchen isn't cooked in pork or with pork, so he starts helping Niall pick at the food. Liam yawns and scoots closer until he finds another warm body to cuddle against. Harry might be a bit jealous, but Liam just misses Danielle or he's in love with Zayn. Either way, it's not Louis so much as it is companionship.
"Here's your spaghetti," says Niall.
"Bring it here," says Louis.
"Lazy," says Niall.
"Don't get me started, Irishman. I've got two body pillows on either side of me. I'm not moving."
Liam smiles against Louis's bicep, but as soon as Zayn is back in bed, Liam flops over to lay his head on Zayn's knee.
"Thanks for the loyalty, mate," says Louis.
Liam grumbles, and Niall sets the plate of spaghetti on Louis's back. Harry begins cutting up the spaghetti into small bites so he can feed Louis without making a mess. Not that Niall isn't cornering the market on making a mess of things. Within minutes, there's barbecue sauce, bits of wilted romaine, and custard all over the bedclothes.
"Fuck, Niall, they're going to think we were shooting fetish videos in here or something," says Zayn.
Everyone gets a laugh out of that, and it turns into a game to see who can messy up the sheets the most. Niall paints in mustard on Liam's shirt, and Louis is the only one vaguely interested in the movie at all. Everyone has the good sense not to get any mess on him because he's just had a shower, and they've learned that there's rules applicable to Louis having just showered. He reaches back and grabs the plate of spaghetti because Harry is using most of the food to decorate Liam's shirt anyway.
"What's the matter, Boo Bear?" asks Harry.
"Just watching this movie here," he says and takes a big bite of cold spaghetti. Harry steals the fork from him and takes a bite too. Zayn and Niall are still having a food fight, and when it gets messy enough, Harry grabs the sheet off the box-spring and wraps it around he and Louis like a shield
Louis rolls on his back again and looks up at Harry. Static is making his hair cling to the sheet, and he looks like an electrified cherub. Louis pushes Harry's hair back off his face and shakes his head.
"I'm glad we're here in America. It gives us some time to reconnect."
"We weren't disconnected," says Harry. His brow knits together, and he leans down closer to Louis.
"I know. There's just less distractions here."
"You mean, less food fights and clingy Liam and people asking us about Larry Stylinson?"
Louis laughs. "Yeah, less of that."
"Come on. Have a food fight."
Louis pushes the sheet off them and takes his plate of spaghetti. Liam is either in denial or asleep, but either way he seems to be the main target. Louis takes his plate of spaghetti and lifts up Liam's shirt. The others watch in awe as he overturns the pasta right onto Liam's belly and begins giving him a deep tissue spaghetti massage. Liam, laid back to a fault, just grins and buries his face in Zayn's knee. The corners of his mouth are upturned, but he's trying not to let the others see him smiling.
"Jig is up," says Niall. "Eh, Liam, you look like a buffet."
"I'll be his agent. Anyone wishing to consume food off him owes me three quid," says Louis.
Liam looks down at himself finally and wrinkles up his nose.
"Come on, I'll give you a hose down in the tub," says Zayn. Niall, Louis, and Harry all exchange looks. They say nothing as Liam is dragged to the bathroom, food flying off him with each heavy step he takes. There's a Liam-shaped void on the bed beside Louis. He puts the sheet down over the mess and rolls over onto it so that he's looking up at the ceiling.
"I suppose we'll probably need to have a talk about that eventually," says Niall. He's the only sensible one. He only gets involved with fans because of some weird rule he has about mixing business with pleasure. They take that to mean that he won't ever sleep with a bloke in his band, even if the offers were there. Instead he chooses the fans, and it works. Whenever Harry and Louis fight, the whole band suffers. He can't imagine Liam fighting with anyone, so he has more of a "we'll cross that bridge when we get to it" attitude toward Zayn and Liam's recent flirting.
"Liam just misses his turtles," says Harry. He scoots closer to Louis on the bed and drapes an arm over his waist. He's resting his chin on Louis's chest while he talks to Niall.
"Bollocks. I caught them having a snog a few weeks ago. Zayn's dad won't like it if he's talked about on Sugarscape the way you lot are."
"Their name probably isn't as catchy as Larry Stylinson," says Louis. "What would it be? Ziam Payk? That sounds like an actual person."
"Larry Stylinson does too," says Niall reasonably.
Louis rolls his eyes and tries to think on all the other possibilities. Eventually Niall goes back to watching the end of the movie, and no one can find the remote to change the channel so they just end up watching Tron: Legacy. Harry continues stroking Louis's waist while they try to figure out what exactly is going on in this movie. Louis eventually stops paying attention because watching the movie upside down is giving him a headache.
Niall pretends he doesn't notice when Louis starts playing with Harry's hair. This is Niall's most heroic function in the group: acceptance. Nothing seems to bother him--not his band mates snogging or the fact that there's a no girls rule on boys' night in, despite the fact that the other four have coupled up. Louis feels a little less guilty once Liam and Zayn come out of the bathroom, looking dumb and clean. They curl up on either side of Niall and give him a good cuddle while Louis stares up into Harry's eyes.
Boys' night in with his boys. His boy.
This lifestyle sometimes gets the best of him, but he can at least count on quiet moments every now and again to recenter his concentration. Right now, there's nothing else he'd rather do than lick his lips and lean up to kiss Harry soft and sweet. The others ignore it, although Liam appears to be staring as far as Louis can tell out of the corner of his eye. Then Zayn and Niall distract him by trying to explain what is going on in the movie. Niall takes a few artistic liberties with the storyline, and Louis has to break the kiss to laugh a bit at his assessment of the Dude showing up in the movie.
He curls up and pulls Harry closer. They all start watching the movie in silence until one by one they fall asleep, and Louis doesn't even have time to ponder anything that's worrying him before he falls asleep between Zayn and Harry.