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France and football training

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 12 prompt.

Summary: Sadie just changed High Schools any her first encounter with Josh, the american football player, is not the best…

Warnings: blood, curse words, not proof read

I hate new schools. Thankfully this was my first time going to a different school, but I´d never like it, that´s for sure.

Everyone, doesn´t matter in which class, is staring at you and the teachers want to hear you introduce yourself for the 5th time a day.

It was exhausting and humiliating.

And then, there were the students who asked stupid questions. "Why are you here?" "Do you like it here?" "You look younger than 15" "Do you have a boyfriend?". I was so sick of all of these question and people, so was very relieved when lunch time arrived and I had whole 40 minutes to spend some time alone.

So, I bought something to eat and immediately walked to the grandstand of the football field. At home, at my old high school, I always sat at that area during break and enjoyed the great view and the silence around me, apart from the few birds sitting on the trees.

Thankfully, I could do the same here. And there also was enough time to read in my new book I just bought two days ago.

I loved historical books ever since I had been a little child and my mom first told me about the french revolution. She read these stories to me over and over again, and now, I can read them myself.

So, I sat down on the highest bench on the grandstands and quietly enjoyed reading my Napoleon novel.

Peace, silence, book. That´s all I´ll ever need to be happy.

But suddenly, a big football hit my head and I fell against the hard, wodden headboard behind me.

"Owww!" I called out, slowly reaching to the back of my head and feeling warm blood on my hands. My blood.

I was bleeding.

I heard steps and suddenly a boy with curly, black hair sat next to me with a shocked look on his face.

"Oh. My. God. I´m literally so sorry. I didn´t see you sitting there. I just wanted to improve my throwings skills. Normally no one ever comes here." he took a look at the back of my head. "I´d better come with you to the principals office, you should get that checked in the hospital."

I saw his gaze focusing on my book, which I still held in my hands. "History, huh? Bet we could make some." The boy said to me with a cheeky grin on his face and quickly helped me stand up. "I´m Joshua by the way. Let me help you."

"I don´t need help." I said, not even bothering to tell him my name. Boys are stupid little creatures that nobody needs, I would never tell my name to any of them. I walked past him, already in the middle of the stairs when my books fell out of my hands and Joshua picked it up from the ground

"Alright France, let´s just hope you won´t faint from all that blood loss." He said, handing me my book. He seemed to be a rather smart one, since he immediately knew the words "Napoleon" and "war" are connected to France.

"I won´t. Thanks for worrying though. And be careful with that ball next time." And then I walked off.

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"Hey France! Thought you didn´t want to be hit with a ball again."

This. Guy. I just wanted to enjoy my book and hoped he would not be there again. HE was the one who hit me last time and because of him, I had to go to the hospital. I thought he learned something.

"Well, you were the one hitting me, weren´t you?" I responded. I wouldn´t leave this place, I just wanted to read and have a good time with myself, alone.

"I can´t look out for you when I´m training. So you either leave, or I can´t garantee you are not gonna be hit again." He was getting on my nerves, really badly.

"I won´t leave. Better watch out, or I´m gonna tell the principal that there´s a strange guy hitting me with a ball." I hoped this would make him leave me alone, but he was too stubborn.

"You have absolutely no right to that. I was at this school at this place before. So, I´d say you better leave really fast."

I could fight with him any day. But I had enough now. So I stood up from my bench and left. It wasn´t fair.

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"How about you leave today? I already left the other two times!" I said to Joshua. We are seriously having the same argument again and again. He still doesn´t know my name, and to be honest, I started to feel a little bad for him.

But he did not deserve any information about me.

"Oh come on, France! You did it two times, I bet you can do it a third time."

I sighed and stood up.

I swear, this was the last time.

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"Hey, you!" I rolled my eyes and didn´t even bother to look up from my book.

Him, again. Why couldn´t he just leave me alone."France? Can you hear me? Or do I have to hit you with my ball again?"

I sighed and finally looked up to give him my attention so he would stop shouting at me. I promised myself I wouldn´t be the one leaving today, he already won this argument 4 times, that´s enough times to get his stupid ego higher than it already is anyways.

"What do you want Joshua?" My tone sounded even harsher than I expected it to sound like. But, it felt really satisfying to use so much sarcasm in my words. He deserved it.

"I want to give you two options." I already knew what he was going to say.

"I won't leave today. Forget about it." I didn´t even let him finish.

"Woah. Just let me talk for once. What I wanted to say… Either you leave now and leave me alone." I wanted to stop him from talking but he didn´t let me. "OR you are going to go on a date with me." He suddenly said.

"WHAT? Are you out of your mind?"

"No, I´m not. So, your choice? Are you leaving this place once and for all or going on a date with me?" he asked, having a totally ridiculous grin on his face.

I didn´t want to give him the satisfaction of me actually agreeing to the date, but… I also didn´t want to be the loser again and leave. The voice of my mom suddenly appeared in my mind, telling me to say yes and go on a date with him. Maybe he wasn´t even that bad.

"Okay, which day are we choosing?" I said, really enjoying the surprised and happy look on his face. Looks like he didn´t expect that answer.

"How about tomorrow?"

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I quickly made my way down to the football field where the players still stood. The date with me and Josh went very well, and well… I had my first kiss. We haven´t made it official yet, but he invited me to their first football game of the season and he told me to meet him and his team afterwards. He said: "I want you to see me really play and not only hitting you with the ball." and gave me the tickets for the game.

I hoped he had been as excited for this day as me. I had chosen my outfit very carefully even though I normally never cared about clothing at all (and my mom couldn´t stop laughing at my face when I asked her how to apply make up).

Thankfully they won the game and I could meet his teammates while they were all very happy about their successful game.

It was rather hard to spot him in such a big crowd, but then I saw his short, black hair and the blue tricot with the number "13" printed on it. I quickly ran over to him and he already saw me coming. "Sadie!" he shouted, waving to me. I had a big smile on my face when I reached him and wrapped my arms around his neck, which probably looked pretty hilarious because I was so much shorter than him.

"Good game!" I whispered in his ear and slowly let go of him. 10 pairs of eyes were staring at either me or Joshua and tried understanding this situation. It was the most funny thing I´ve ever seen in my life.

"Sadie, I want you to meet Jack, Hunter, Cole, Alex, Theo, Lewis, William, Christopher, Nate and Jamie." He pointed at each one of the guys and they all tried giving me a warm smile, but failed because their confusion took over, I had to try and hide my laugh. "Boys, this is Sadie… my girlfriend." …

Did he just-

oh my god!

He said girlfriend!

That means we´re officially a couple! I never felt that happy in my life, not even when my mom announced we´re gonna get a cat. Joshua looked at me with a rather terrified look on his face, as if he didn´t knew if I like that word. Silly boy, of course I did.

"Nice to meet you all, Josh told me a lot about y´all." That was a lie, on our date we only talked about history and the french revolution. Because, turns out, Josh is also very much interested in history.

"I have to go now, are we gonna talk later?" I asked Josh and when he gave me a nod, I walked off.

The moment I was leaving, I heard lots of questions thrown at Josh from the boys. "When did you meet?" "Why haven´t you told us?" "Who is she?" "Do you love her?" "Proud of you, bro!" Were only some of them.

Josh had been right all along, we did made some history already.

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we can make it

by @timecanalwayshealyou for the @bemyvalentinechallenge

“Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz,” Henry sighs, hands clasped in front of him. “Alexander, Gabriel, Claremont-Diaz, now also a Hanover-Stuart Fox; god, look at us.” Alex laughs.

Alex and Henry’s past together has been complicated; but then again, so the future will be, too.

T | HHSF/AGCD (RWRB) | Wedding AU

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i saw a spark

by @timecanalwayshealyou for the @bemyvalentinechallenge

“Would you like some help there?” A rounded, neat accent asks behind him, and Remus inwardly rolls his eyes. Likely some posho looking for brownie points in helping the quite obviously poor kid. Remus wasn’t oblivious to the message his worn, stained clothes were sending, and he didn’t appreciate it at all.

Remus meets someone who changes his perspective pretty fast, and he finds himself in a freefall of sorts.

T | Remus Lupin/Sirius Black | Love at First Sight Marauders AU

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Secrets

A "family" one shot

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 10 prompt. It‘s also a one shot to my fanfiction series "family".

Summary: Milly and Calum already have been dating for a few years but the public does not know about it, until Calum does a live stream…

Warnings: Curse words, mentions of death, not proof read

He finally hit the ´live´ button on his phone. His first instagram live without his bandmate around felt really strange to Calum, but it wouldn´t be too bad, right? The band had the best fans in the world anyways.

In the background he could hear Milly organizing the kitchen from their earlier cooking date, which had been a lot of fun and is a good way to cheer her up, especially during these hard times.

He just hoped his phone audio wouldn´t be as good so the fans heard the dishes being put away and asked why there was someone in his house. Thing is, apart from their close friends, no one knew about Milly´s and Calum´s relationship, they actually were able to keep it a secret for the last 2 years (his bandmates were pretty jealous), which hopefully would stay like that for a little longer, so they could enjoy the peace of this beautiful relationship.

"Hello everyone! He greeted the viewers who increased minute by minute.

He really hoped this was a good idea. He wasn´t as comfortable as Ashton to speak in front of so many people, especially when it was over livestream. People always recorded these and he´d probably never understand the reason behind that.

"Just thought, I´d do a little stream for you guys and maybe play you a few songs on my guitar." he lifted the guitar lying on the sofa next to him up and held it into the phone camera so people can see it. "Sounds good?" he asked, obviously not expecting a response, he was just talking to a camera.

Calum softly started playing the first few chords of the song "Amnesia" and the instagram live chat went crazy.

He was always happy to know they love that song as much as he loves it.

He still heard Milly walking around in the kitchen, switching light on and off and clearing out the dishwasher, but thankfully no one seemed to notice.

I wish I could wake up with amnesia and forget about these stupid little things.

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you and the memories I never can escape

´Cause I´m not fine at all.

Calum sang, closing his eyes and blocking out everyone including his thoughts. He just felt the song and the soft guitar notes. He was one with the music.

The moment he was finished and opened his eyes up again, he was pushed back into reality with the phone in front of his face, in some ways recording him.

"That´s one of my favorite songs… do you have any, I could possibly play for y´all? He asked the audience, but couldn´t even read the comments as quickly as they went by.

So Calum just played a few chords on the guitar and the audience seemed to be rather satisfied with that as well.

Ashton had been right, they just want to see them, the fans literally needed nothing more.

But suddenly, he heard Milly´s voice. "Hold on, are you writing a song?"

Oh no.

No, no, no, no, no.

He already saw the immediate comments on instagram. "Who was that?!" "Guys, wasn´t that the voice of Louis Tomlinson´s sister?" "Does Calum have a new girlfriend?" "No, please don´t tell me that is his new girl?" Were just some of them.

Should he just ignore it and try continuing the livestream?

"No, I´m doing an instagram live." It didn´t matter now anyways. Better correct headlines, instead of a bunch of rumours, right?

He turned his head to the direction he heard Milly´s voice and looked into a very shocked and somewhat disappointed face.

She felt so guilty. Oh no.

"Wanna meet my girlfriend?" he asked towards the phone and got thousands of "yessss" comments as a responds.

Calum waved to Milly, who shook her head, she wanted to do anything, but totally not being on a social media livestream. She hated being recorded as much as he did. "Come on, they wanna meet you!" He encouraged her and Milly finally made a step forward.

The fans could see them together.

They were together, a couple.

It was no secret anymore.

It just hit Calum like a bucket with iced water was just emptied over his head.

They were no longer in private. He just prayed, the fans and the media wouldn´t hate on his precious girl. Because if so, he´d try and murder them with his own hands, no one hurted her feelings.

"Heyy!" Milly said, giving the phone, and with that thousands of fans, a shy wave with her left hand.

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Calum played a few more songs for them, before shutting the live down and immediately going upstairs to find Milly. She escaped right after she had her appearance.

"Sweetie? Are you somewhere up here?" He asked, hoping to get a response from her. They had quite many room on the second floor, finding her would take some time, considering that the rooms are rather big as well.

"Yup, here…" he heard his girlfriend voice coming from either the bathroom or the bedroom.

So he checked both and finally found her lying on their shared bed in the bedroom.

"Heyyy…." he said, crawling onto the bed so he could lie next to her and stroke through her blonde hair, his favorite gesture. "It´s okay, they were gonna find out eventually.." he tried comforting her, knowing that it would not help. Milly hated herself for being such a perfectionist sometimes.

"But- all that happened just because I thought you were writing a song! As if that would´ve really been the case…" She felt so down and he could understand it so well. She thought she ruined everything.

"Look, maybe I was really writing a song, how about that?" Because it was the truth. He actually had been trying to write a song just for her for the past few months, but wasn´t completely finished with it, till he played this random melody on the live earlier, just seconds before Milly asked the question that revealed their secret.

"Wait- what?!" she asked, being adorably confused.

"Yeah, I´ve been writing a song for you during the past few months, I´m gonna include the short thing you heard earlier in the song… before you ask though, you cannot listen to it now, I´m not finished yet." He responded, giving her a small smile. "You good though? Please don´t be too hard on yourself, Milly. It isn´t worth it."

And with that they hugged for a while, before going back down into the living room to spend some time together.

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Love, your chosen twin

A "family" one shot

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 9 prompt. It’s also a one shot to my rather long fanfiction.

Summary: Milly’s best friend Kailey just died and Milly decides to write a letter to her, even though she’ll never be able to read it.

Warnings: major character death, grieving, anxiety, sadness, not proof read

"Dear Kailey,

I know you will never get this letter.

But I hope you are watching down on me right now and watch over every word I write."

were the first few sentences Milly wrote to say goodbye to her best friend. A goodbye for forever.

Sometimes she forgets about the fact that she won´t be standing next to her ever again and won´t talk to her again.

Life just wasn´t fair.

"I miss you, when I see the stars because they were your favorite, by the way. But… when I think about it, I actually miss you every single second of my life.

I don´t think, I´ll ever be able to have another best friend again. I don´t think, I´ll ever be able to trust someone again, at least not the way I trusted you."

Why did she even write this? Why did I she torture herself like that? She had absolutely no idea and just hoped this would end quickly.

Not only the letter, but the constant reminders of her. The pictures in her room, the oreos in the house, the drawings in the school hallways she walks past every day, everything was reminding her of her one friend. Kailey couldn´t be replaced by anyone. Her way to see this world and experience it had been the uniquest of them all.

"I wish I could talk about my exchange year in Australia with you, maybe you would even come with me. I´m so scared. I´m so scared to live without you."

She closed her eyes and saw Kailey´s dark brown hair with the curls in front of her inner eyes. She was smiling as always. It was the moment where they walked out of school one day and it was raining. Both of them forgot to bring an umbrella, so now they had to walk back home and would get wet. But they? They just didn´t care. They had fun and were together, that had been all that mattered for both.

But Milly never would´ve imagined, they wouldn´t be together some day.

And now she felt even more thankful for these type of memories she could keep in her mind forever.

"I feel like my heart was broken in half the day I met you in pre-school, they day you ripped on my left bun because you thought it´s funny. You took one half of my heart, you took it with you the day you left. Now my half of it is all that I´m left with. We had some good times, didn´t we?"

Oh, yes they did. Doing their make-up together the last few hours before prom, not caring how it looked, because all that mattered, was that they did it together.

"I know one thing for sure: I´ll miss you forever. Forever and always. I could never forget or not miss my chosen twin sister."

When they had been around 9 years old, Milly and Kailey decided they want to be twins.

So that´s what they called each other for the next years: "My chosen twin"

"But, you know. You gave me a forever within your numbered days, and I´m grateful.

Love,

Your chosen twin, Milly."

Now it was time, to get up and close up with this whole thing. That´s why she wrote this in the first place, to get rid of these cruel thoughts.

But instead, she stood up from the chair and just then realized the tears on her cheeks.

She had been crying for the whole time.

The feeling of emptiness, she had been experience for the past week now, got worse and worse.

What should she do now?

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Be My Valentine - 9

The Wind, It Held Your Soul

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WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (3/3)

Tw death, implied time period accurate homophobia

Harry swallowed, lump in his throat firmly lodged, hands shaking as he glanced down at the little strip of paper.

18 words. They would be emblazoned across his mind forever. 18 words that changed everything. He still remembered the look Gemma had given him as she handed him the paper. 

OR

Harry is widowed in a time he cannot even accept it in public.

A/N: A huge thank you to Ash for helping me figure out the ending! And I love you Nashie and Anna for being there when I was having breakdowns over this! And ofc, ty to Akeyla for holding this fest and these amazing prompts just ah! 

Title from Louis’ ‘Holding On To Heartache’!

Harry swallowed, lump in his throat firmly lodged, hands shaking as he glanced down at the little strip of paper.

18 words. They would be emblazoned across his mind forever. 18 words that changed everything. He still remembered the look Gemma had given him as she handed him the paper. 

He had run from the stables as fast as he could when he’d heard the cook, Mrs O’Leary calling out to him. It had been months since he’d been sent back after a shell landed at the hospital Harry was working in, onfield. He had been waiting so long. He had thought it was a letter- from-

Louis. His Louis.

A sob racked his body as he bent over, paper crumpling as his fist closed down, nails digging into his palm. The pain was the only thing grounding him right now. 

He had to give it everything he had to hold back from screaming. He squeezed his eyes shut, pawing at his eyes with his closed fist. Louis won’t like- wouldn’t- Another wave of anger passed through him as he sobbed, not caring if anyone heard him.

His Louis. The telegram wasn’t even sent to him. Of course it wouldn’t. To them they were nothing. To them they didn’t- couldn’t even exist. None of that mattered. None of it mattered. He wouldn’t even get to hold a funeral for him. He couldn’t face the idea of burying an empty coffin, of having to pretend he was just a coworker- a friend. Like he wasn’t there for the only man he’d ever loved. 

He had no idea how long he stayed curled up like that, lost in thoughts of LouisLouisLouis. It was the cold that finally forced him to sit up, head freezing from where he had been resting it against the glass.

He couldn’t even face moving away from the bay window, going near the fireplace. That would involve seeing Louis’ sofa. 

Harry remembered how he would climb onto him, slotting himself onto the single-seater, legs tangled with his, toasting crumpets by the fire, sipping the tea Harry didn’t even like but had anyway, just to keep Louis company.

This bay window was Louis’ idea. ‘So we can sit together properly’, he used to say with that grin of his, eyes all crinkled up, ‘Without you squashing me,’- Harry ran his hand over the soft leather, smoothened by the years of use. Everything was his, wasn’t it-

He exhaled shudderingly, distantly surprised when he saw it fogging up in front of him. 

His face was cold, tear tracks feeling icy on his skin. He eased his grip on the paper, hugging one of the pillows to his chest as he glanced down,

WESTERN UNION

DEEPLY REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT CAPTAIN LOUIS TOMLINSON IS OFFICIALLY REPORTED AS KILLED IN ACTION JULY NINTH. 

Tears welled up, clouding his vision as he clutched the pillow closer, burying his face in it. He cried loudly, beyond caring if anyone heard him, wailing out Louis’ name plaintively.

He breathed deeply when he pulled back, feeling slightly dizzy. He could have sworn he smelled jasmine and cinnamon. Hints of the Brumes perfume Louis liked- had liked- to wear at home.

Sure, it had said pour femme on the little bottle, he thought with a small, sad smile; but Louis never cared. Neither of them did.

He vaguely registered the insistent knocking on the door and curled up with his back to it, holding on to the pillow.

“Harold. Harry, please.” he heard Gemma say, slowly, like she was measuring each word out, but the slight tremor in her voice gave her away “Harry, don’t isolate yourself. I know- I understand you need space. And time. But this isn’t what Louis would have wanted,”

Harry barely registered what her next words were, all coherent thoughts drowned out by the rush of anger he felt. 

“Don’t you take his name, not just to console me,” he shouted, stalking across the room and throwing the door open, “Don’t take his name, Gemma. Not when you brought me this godforsaken piece of paper.” He waved the said paper around, tears milling in his eyes despite the anger he felt. He knew his anger at his sister wasn’t justified, but he couldn’t care less.

“Don’t,” he repeated, voice breaking as he collapsed onto the ground, sitting on his haunches with his head in his hands. 

“Louis,” he cried, slumping onto the ground, legs a tangle, the carpet cold under him. 

He felt Gemma crouch beside him, whispering something that he didn’t quite understand over his own voice, but he stood up when she did, letting himself be led to the sofa by the fireplace. 

She didn’t say anything, just gently combed through his hair as he stared at Louis’ sofa. 

Louis’ sofa

It hit him at once, and this time he couldn’t even choke out any sounds. Louis’ sofa which wasn’t his anymore. Where he wouldn’t sit anymore. 

Harry was grateful for her silence, her company. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he was left alone right now. He couldn’t fathom why he had wanted her to leave. Not her too-

He felt tears silently run down his face, gruelling visions of Louis alone somewhere, over the Channel, lying in a field threatening to swallow him. He tried to push the thoughts away, curling up into his sister, pulling his feet up, and taking shaky breaths to try and calm himself.

They sat there, Harry quietly hiccupping as he felt his tears dry up, only to be replaced by anger. It wasn’t aimed at Gemma this time, though.

“I didn’t even get the telegram,” he said, voice raspy already, “They didn’t even send it to me. My husband is gone, and they couldn’t even send me a fucking telegram,” His voice was rising, and he felt himself shaking with the intensity of all that he felt. 

“Harry,” Gemma breathed out, sighing deeply and choosing not to say anymore. Harry needed to get it out of his system. 

“They couldn’t because that would mean acknowledging us. They’re too busy pretending we don’t fucking exist and throwing those who protest into jails. I don’t want to erase him, Gem. I don’t want to erase us,” he broke off, closing his eyes as he bent over, forehead resting on his knees as he finally let himself think of Louis, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“I’m not going to pretend,” he said, toying with the congealed dried eggs on his plate, like it was the most natural conversation to have. Like he hadn’t not said a word for two days. “We’ll hold a proper service for him. And I won’t pretend. I won’t talk about how great a person he was, or what a good soldier he was,” 

His voice was raspy from disuse, throat raw from all the crying and screaming he’d done, bouncing between mad anger and complete desolation. He took the glass of orange juice Gemma offered with a silent nod.

She had been an angel, a constant presence, never invading his space, giving him the time he needed to process while still being a rock he could anchor to.

He took a small sip, ignoring the tears that were threatening to spill. He would have time for all that later, but he wanted Louis to have a proper send-off, and so would his sisters. And he knew Louis would have done the same, had the tables been turned. Had it been him killed on the Somme.

He quickly brushed the tears away, almost angry at himself. 

“It’s okay if there’s another service, an official one, for everyone else. But I won’t attend it,” he said as firmly as he could in his state, “Everyone who knew, who cared about him- about us- we’ll have a separate service.” 

That was all he could muster up the strength to say. Gemma stood up, patting his shoulder and kissing his cheek lightly. “He would be proud,” she whispered, “And so am I. I’ll give you some time. Ring for me if you want to talk,”

He pushed the plate away, watching Gemma’s retreating figure silently. He folded his arms and buried his head in them. 

He was used to the silence by now.

He closed his eyes as he threw the last handful of dirt, face tilted up as he let the sun warm his face. The tears coursing down his cheeks still stung against the wind, but the golden glow he saw from behind his eyelids made it just a bit more bearable. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if it was grey and rainy.

Sunny days were Louis’ favorite, Harry thought, biting down on his lower lip. He used to love heading off to Kensington, getting some fresh rolls on their way there and having them by the pond. They always had to sit just a bit too far away, and still got suspicious glares from passersby, but Harry wouldn’t have had it any other way.

None of it changed the fact that Louis was gone and Harry doubted if he would ever entirely come to terms with it. With never seeing his eyes crinkle with laughter, or hear him singing his versions of Vera Lynn’s songs. With never waking up to him sipping his awful unsweetened tea next to him, newspaper rustling as he bent down to kiss him. With never seeing him again.

No, he couldn’t think like that. Louis was always the romantic between them, talks of a beautiful after, free from pain and discrimination and everything they hated being brought up whenever they got even vaguely theological, or drunk, or both.

He couldn’t help but chuckle weakly, thinking back to those evenings together. 

Some day, he would see Louis again. The jasmine in the air, with not a bloom in sight was a testament to that.

They would never fade away. But for now, the silence would have to do.

A/N: again, I'm so sorry i don't know what possessed me to write this. Don't go and reread the first post. No matter what

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The most amazing sunset

A "Family" one shot

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 8 prompt. This is also a one shot from my own fanfiction series that I've been writing for quite some time now.

Summary: Milly and Calum watch the sunset together and get really emotional.

Warnings: mention of death, not proof read

The sunsets during the summer months in Sydney are truly beautiful.

Me and Calum always travel for at least one week to Sydney in December to go and visit all the old places where we made history together.

And one place was the Sydney Harbour Bridge, the place where he first said "I love you". It was always something special to see the sun go down and just experience the moment (and yes, take some photos and polaroids, because… well. I want something to feed my instagram with).

"Isn´t it beautiful?" I said, looking to Calum, who stood next to me, staring at the sun.

"Yeah, this place never fails to make me happy." He responded, not once looking away from the sunny light. "It always makes me feel so emotional. This is kind of where everything started, isn´t it?"

Yeah, it definitely was.

Just 3 years ago, we stood here and I was crying in Calum arms. My mom had died just a few weeks ago and I couldn´t cope with it. He and Louis were the only thing keeping me together at that point. The year before, I went here alone because Calum had been on tour and couldn´t travel to Sydney with me. Probably the most sad and disappointing moment for me during our relationship. This place just doesn´t feel the same without him.

And well. Then there was our first time actually sharing this moment together, our first "I love you", the words I had waited for during the last whole year to hear from him, but didn´t have the courage to say it. We were teenagers. Silly, little teenagers.

But it had been amazing.

"yeah, exactly." I said, responding to his question.

"You know, I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." He suddenly said, looking at me from the side.

I gave him a confused look. Does that mean, he had wanted to be parted from me once?

"I´m so scared, I could loose you one day because of a stupid little misunderstanding or something and I just couldn´t live with the fact that we could not be looking out for each other some day." he explained and I started to understand what he meant.

Most people take the people they love for granted and don´t feel grateful enough for them. As soon as you start working as a lawyer, that often changes because you learn about all these terrible situations some people are stuck in, often involving friends and family. It´s pretty sickening sometimes.

"Yeah, I get that. But you know, it wouldn´t be that hard for you to find someone new to love. You are a famous superstar, women love you." I said, too scared to look at him.

This place does something with you, it makes you reveal secret thoughts you never knew you would ever share with someone.

"no, no, no, no. Please never say that!" Calum said, touching my chin and gently pushing it over to him so I had to look in his gorgeous eyes. "You are the most beautiful woman, I could ever meet. Look at you, your hair, your cutely imperfect skin I love so much… I could maybe get other women, but none of them would be as amazing as you. I wouldn´t want to live without you by my side, Milly!" He sighs and adds: "And by the way, you are also the most brave person I´ve ever met. No one would just go and search for their biological parents on their own. But you do."

He wrapped me in a hug and I immediately felt a lot better.

"I couldn´t live without you, Calum. It feels like I can´t breathe when you´re not around me or I don´t know where you are right now. You make me feel like myself Calum Thomas Hood."

And with that, we enjoyed the last few minutes with the stunning sunlight shining over the Sydney Harbour Bridge and stood there, arms wrapped around each other.

Yeah, I´d never want to be parted from him ever again.

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Be My Valentine - 7

Hope We Grow Old, But We Never Grow Up

(G) 700 words

Niall Horan x Zayn Malik

Three glimpses into a snowed in day with Ziall!

For @niallermybabe <3

No warnings!

A/N: This one's for you, Bellsie <3 I know christmas is long gone, but I remember you said it’s never not time for ‘Niall being Zayn’s baby’ ;) Hope you like it <3

Title from Niall's 'Never Grow Up'

“Zee,” Niall whined, peeking out from under the covers, holding out his arms as he made grabby hands at his boyfriend, “Where you goin’? Get back here,”

“Babe,” Zayn sighed, pausing on his trudge to the bathroom, smiling softly “To the studio, it’s all set up. You know I’ve had the melody stuck in my head for so long, and I finally got-”

“Zayn, it’s snowing. No one possibly expects you to come.” Niall interrupted, pouting,  “My arms are tired, I can’t keep them up for much longer, c’mere already, darlin’ ” he grumbled, blinking up at Zayn, finally cracking a smile as the older man slid back in next to him.

“You can always just say you got snowed in,” he mumbled contentedly, voice muffled from where he had buried his face in the crook of Zayn’s neck, “Besides, you love sleeping in, so don’t pretend like you weren’t waiting for me to ask,” 

“I’m not going to fight you on that one,” Zayn chuckled, draping his arm over Niall’s waist, “But it isn’t even that much snow, Ni,” 

“They don’t need to know that,” Niall smiled, raising his head to press their lips together.

“You’re taking too long! Snowed in days usually have loads of cuddling involved, Zee,” Niall pouted across the living at the figure bustling around in the kitchen.

“Niall, I’m just making us some hot chocolate,” Zayn said, shaking his head fondly, “Marshmallows or whipped cream?” he asked, piling on both with a grin plastered to his face even before he heard Niall’s reply of ‘Why d’you even bother askin’?”

He crossed the room with his gaze fixed intently on the mugs in his hand, careful not to spill any. He didn’t want to take any chances, not after Niall had poked him about it for ages when he’d spilt some eggnog onto the rug by the fire the previous year, not stopping until he’d agreed to replace it. 

“It’s not even really snowed in,” Zayn said, handing Niall his mug as he flopped onto the couch, biting the inside of his cheek to hide his smirk.

“Now you’re just tryin’ to rile me up,” Niall chuckled, pulling Zayn closer as he tangled their legs together with a mischievous grin. Zayn yelped when he felt him press his cold feet to his. “Ni, I was the one in the kitchen! Haven’t you been under the blankets this whole time? How did you even manage to get your feet this cold?” 

“ ‘S a talent. You love it,” Niall smiled, blinking up at him through his eyelashes as Zayn cuddled up to him, rolling his eyes. 

“Home Alone? Then we’ll go make a snowman? And don’t even try telling me it won’t snow all that much. We both know it will,” 

“Sure, if it does, we will,” Zayn laughed at Niall’s petulant tone, ruffling his hair as he stood up to get the TV remote.

“Don’t!” Zayn cried out, hunched over giggling as Niall pelted him with snowball after snowball. 

“You’re just being weak now, Zee. ‘S not even that cold. Back in Mullingar-”

“Okay, okay! Not the ‘Back in Mullingar’ stories! Anything but them! I’ll go get the decorations,” Zayn said, stumbling a little as he got up from his curled up position, stumbling back towards the house. 

“You were the one who suggested the snowball fight in the first place,” Niall protested, giggling as he plunked down next to the snowman. “He’s naked and cold, be fast,”

Zayn stopped short, turning to raise an incredulous eyebrow at his boyfriend. “He’s made of snow,” he said, enunciating each word clearly.

“So? He’s cold. Now go,” Niall made little shooing motions with his hands and Zayn shot him an over the top salute. 

“It’s like living with a child,” he mumbled to himself, smiling.

“You love it! Aren’t you glad I made you stay home?”

“I do love you, baby. Never grow up,” Zayn grinned, turning to blow a kiss to him, blushing and giggling again when Niall pretended to catch it, blowing one back at him. 

A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕

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What if you are my soulmate?

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 6 prompt.

Summary: Ashton is deeply in love with his best friend Ashlin, but doesn’t know how to tell her.

Warnings: not proof read, character death, man father figure

He was so lucky to meet Ashlin in his life.

The day he accidentally crushed into her in the hallway at school had definitely been the best day of his life so far. Because, well. So far his life hadn´t been that good. You could describe him and his sister as orphans, with his dad being away nearly every day of the week. His mom died when he had been really young, the only memory he still has with her, is her beautiful smile and her completely identical hair compared to his own. Curly and blonde.

Because his dad is that popular entrepreneur and they live a pretty rich life, people expect Ashton to be good at school, be successful in everything he does and have lots of friends.

Well, the friends part was most likely the only one that is accurate. But- none of the people in his friend group are very close friends of his. HE was never invited to any kind of hang-out or birthday parties. They thought, he´d be too cool for that, since he´s the son of one of the most powerful men in Nashville. Oh how wrong they were.

Ashlin was different. She moved to Nashville the day Ashton found out his dad isn´t going to spend Christmas with his kids, so of course their first encounter wasn´t the best one. He was angry at the whole world, ran her, plus her books and bag over and apologised over and over again. It felt like, as soon as he saw these dark green eyes, something inside of him changed and his heart took over.

And from that day on, whenever she was around him and talking to him, he turned into a better version of himself, an Ashton 2.0. all of the anger and disappointment all of a sudden disappeared and all that was left, was the nice and shy version of him.

He didn´t know, if Lynn ever noticed it, but she for sure didn´t care. Ashlin cared about honesty, something Ashton could definitely give her.

Yeah, she was Ashton´s person, the one that mattered the most to him.

For her, they only were friends, best friends.

His deepest wish was it, to turn that into lovers. Lovers, that care about each other more than about themselves. Lovers, that look out for each other.

Because one thing was obvious: Ashlin was Ashton´s soulmate, it had been love at the first sight.

So he was sure, people do belong to each other, because that´s the only chance that anyone´s got for true happiness.

He couldn´t survive this when he would be stuck in the unpersonal flat in Nashville with his dad.

Lynn indeed was his only chance he´s got for true happiness.

And Ashton knew she´d realize that someday too.

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Be My Valentine - 6

Let Me Be Your Last First Kiss

Soulmates AU (G) 1.3k

Louis Tomlinson x Harry Styles

There was one boy in particular, with rectangular glasses and a beanie pulled down over his hair who caught his eye, gesturing extravagantly as he boomed out the lines to what sounded like Grease in front of a small group gathered appreciatively in front of him. 

OR

Harry just changed schools, and finding his soulmate wasn't what he expected at all

No warnings!

A/N: I am back at it with the Oops, Hi! Headcanon. I’m obsessed. Sorry not sorry. For the purpose of this fic, lets assume H and Lou are the same age. Also i wandered into the love at first sight category instead of first love but eh. As always, huge thank you to Akeyla for this fest! <3

Title from 1d's 'Last First Kiss'

Harry brushed his fringe aside, digging his other hand awkwardly into the pocket of his jeans. “I know, mum,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice level, not wanting her to sense his apprehension and fear. “I’ll keep my nose clean, I’ll behave, drink water and message you when I leave. Don’t worry, I’ll be responsible,” 

“When are you not, baby?” Anne smiled, reaching up to adjust his hair for him, Harry already gangling over her at 16. 

“Oh, don’t cry mum,” Harry said, scrunching his face up as he furtively looked around to see if anyone had noticed them yet, “It’s not like it’s my first day of school or anything. It’s just a new one. I’ll survive,” 

He wasn’t sure he would. Moving here hadn’t been easy. Holmes Chapel had been so small, everything was so familiar. Everyone had known everyone else, and Harry had had his own group of friends. 

He’d have to start over again, and this school was so much bigger. Swallowing down his worries, he smiled and waved goodbye to his mum, walking into the big brick building, looking around from the admin block as he passed through the huge glass doors.

A couple of minutes later he was standing in front of another set of double doors. He quickly glanced up at the room number, cross checking it with the time table clutched in his hand. He could peep through the little glass inlays in the door and see people moving around, but he didn’t want to take any chances. 

Sure that it was, indeed, the room he was supposed to go to for his first period drama class, he pushed the door open, eyes catching at the grey anchor on his wrist. He tugged the sleeve of his jacket down as he entered. 

It wasn’t exactly like he was ashamed to know he had a soulmate, many did, but he didn’t want it advertised in front of everyone. He shivered a little at the prospect as he made his way to the back of the class, the entire room empty with all the desks pushed up to the sides.

Everyone was loud enough to not have noticed him when he entered. Many were grouped together, going through what seemed like lines. There was one boy in particular, with rectangular glasses and a beanie pulled down over his hair who caught his eye, gesturing extravagantly as he boomed out the lines to what sounded like Grease in front of a small group gathered appreciatively in front of him. 

He pulled his eyes away, wondering if there was some pre-requisite reading he had somehow missed out on. He set his bag down on a desk as he leaned against it, riffling through his bag to check if he had actually missed something. The last thing he wanted was to make a bad impression on the first day.

“Hi,” he heard a soft voice to his left and whipped around, mind already reeling with how he had practiced he would introduce himself. All thoughts vacated his head at the sight in front of him. It was Beanie-Boy. He could see his eyes more clearly now and was seized with an inane urge to rip his glasses off and just stare at his eyes. 

His gaze wandered up to the feathery bits of hair peeking out from under his beanie and found himself wondering why Beanie-Boy covered everything up. His hair looked very soft and Harry wondered what it would feel like between his fingers,

He was jerked out of his reverie when the other boy cleared his throat, blushing.

“Oops,” he mumbled, “I didn’t mean to stare, I just-” he held out his hand, shooting him a small smile. “I’m Harry,”

“Louis,” Beanie-Boy smiled back and Harry barely had time to notice that there was a grey mark circling his wrist before he felt his own burning up. He glazed down at his hand shoved into the pocket of his jacket and oh-

The anchor was getting darker.

Louis was frowning down at his own hand, and Harry stared at him for a moment before the realization hit him. 

“Is that an anchor?” Louis said, voice low enough that Harry had to lean forward to hear. Louis’ eyes were now fixed on Harry’s jacket. 

“Yeah,” Harry breathed out, too dumbfounded to say anything else. 

“Oh my god,” Louis exclaimed, “I- mine’s a rope. I always thought it was a bit stupid. Like- i was tied up or something but I-” he broke off, staring at Harry’s face now and Harry felt a bit warm, blushing a deep red. 

“We’re soulmates?” they both said simultaneously, Harry sounding like he was in disbelief, Louis nothing but overjoyed.

“This is not how I pictured my first day going,” Harry admitted with a sheepish chuckle, letting go of Louis’ hand almost grudgingly.

“Me neither, Curly. But I like it,” Louis grinned and Harry found himself a lot more flustered than the nickname called for. 

The door swung open and everyone hushed, lining up against the walls as the teacher walked in. 

“What say, Curly?” Louis smiled, taking Harry’s left hand in his right and leading him to the back of the class, rope lining up with the anchor perfectly. Harry smiled at the sight. “Bowling sounds good?”

“Yeah,” Harry smiled back, biting his lip as he tried to disguise the look on his face. “Bowling sounds great,” 

He couldn’t wait for the day to end.

“I can’t believe this is all actually happening. I mean, if you would have told me back then- when I joined, I mean- that I would be at prom with my soulmate. I wouldn’t have believed it,” Harry whispered to Louis, looking down at their joined hands. Louis turned his head to press his lips against Harry’s temple, leaning the chair onto its back back feet as they watched the rest of their year dancing. 

“Me neither,” Louis said, and Harry could’ve sworn he could hear the smile in his voice, “I mean when I saw you coming in, looking around and like- you thought no one noticed you,” he chuckled, “Have to be blind to not notice you, by the way. I’d made up my mind already, but to… see our marks. We were always meant to be,”

Harry flushed, batting his free hand weakly against Louis’ thigh. “Stop being so over the top,” 

“I’m not!” Louis protested, “We’re literally soulmates!”

“Doesn’t mean you have to be soppy,” Harry giggled, flushing despite his words.

Louis paused for a moment, and Harry raised his head off Louis’ shoulder, a little concerned as he tried to read his expression in the dim lighting. 

“I love you, Haz,” Louis said softly,

Harry smiled back at him, tilting his head to the side and watching him for a few moments before leaning in for a soft kiss. “I know. We’ve been over this,” he quipped, raising an eyebrow with a smirk, ducking when Louis made to ruffle his hair. 

“Hey, it took me hours to get my hair right,” he giggled, slightly out of breath, “Now will you ask me for a dance already,” he smiled, getting up with his fingers still linked with Louis’.

Louis shook his head fondly as they made their way to the centre of the floor, looping his hands around Harry’s waist as they turned to face each other, moving slowly. The younger boy rested his head on Louis’ shoulder.

“I love you, Louis,” he whispered. 

“I love you too, baby. We’ve been over this,”

A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕

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The moon loves us

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge

Summary: They are in a long distance relationship and talk every single night over the phone.

Warnings: not proof read

He was counting down the few last minutes till it would finally be midnight.

3…

2…

1!

And his phone, lying in his hands immediately started ringing.

His favorite contact ID "Livie <3" came on the screen and he took the face time call, having the biggest smile in his face, as always.

He wouldn´t lie, a long-distance relationship because his girlfriend decided to fulfill her dream and go to Harvard wasn´t easy.

But he would´ve been the last person to tell her, she shouldn´t do it. Becoming a lawyer had been her childhood dream for forever. As long as he knew her, all she ever talked about, was studying at Harvard and having an own law firm.

He felt happy for her, that she got the chance to live her life the way she wants and not the way, someone tells her to live it.

He just doesn´t have a goal he wanted to archive.

So… he´d just continue the family tradition and have an own farm, well it will be his someday. For now, it still belongs to his dad. It at least made him happy.

But, his girlfriend Livie, she was the true light in his life, she kept him from being a lonely spirit.

"Jack! I´ve missed you so much today!" Livie started talking. She loved telling him about her amazing days: with whom she talked, which projects she worked on, who she met, who she hated. He knew everything about her campus life, without actually being there, which made him feel a lot more closer to her.

Jack never had many friends. He was the definition of the ´loner´ every school had in some ways. Nobody ever drew attention to him, which he liked. He loved being under the radar, no attention on him.

But Livie, she was the complete opposite. For her, the best part of a day, was talking to others, meeting new people and discussing different opinions.

The lively college life was perfect for her.

And the silent farm life the best for him.

Maybe that´s what made them so perfect for each other, they balance one another out.

"Missed you too Livie! How was your day?" Jack asked, exactly knowing how excited she would be to tell him all about it.

"AMAZING, exhausting, but amazing. We talked about lots of different laws and discussed the american law system. Did you know that Germany has the best law system? At least that´s what our german professor told us… so maybe he´s not exactly the most neutral person to ask…" He just loved listening to Livie talking with him.

He tends to think that she´s only this excited and chaotic around him. In some way, she only was herself around him, the only time of the day where she could really talk about her unfiltered thoughts with someone who cares for her and would never even have the idea to judge her for her opinion.

"And… how was your day?" she asked after telling him about the new evil girl who showed up in class today and wanted to sit on Livies seat, but she stayed persistent and didn´t give in.

"I rode Benny a little bit today. The vet said, I´m slowly allowed to train him again. Nice feeling to sit on him again, after such a long time…" He always didn´t talk that much about his day. He prefered staring at the moon and hearing her voice.

This was his safe place.

Because of this moment, looking at the moon and having a conversation with his favorite person on this planet, Jack stayed alive. He was looking forward to this every single day.

"You know, I think the moon loves us." he suddenly said, immediately wanting to take is words back.

He heard Livie laughing. "Yeah, probably. We keep him entertained, don´t we? Thanks for listening to us every night, lovely, bright moon."

That´s her, she doesn´t find anything weird or confusing. She understood him like she understood her confusing little law texts everybody else hates.

She loves the unwanted.

And he desperately hoped, it would never ever change.

He didn´t want to end as a lonely spirit, he wanted to stay alive, alive with Livie and the moon by his side

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Be My Valentine - 5

A little long-distance Larry phonecall drabble

A/N: It's literally Larry being all domestic and fluffy and it's a tiny bit crack-y but hey Louis had just had the Twitter chicken conversation when I wrote this and it somehow devolved into this. enjoy <3

"Heyyy, Lou. It's- Good Morning, baby," "Harry! I- Mornin', love- it's- I know it's really late-early for you but I just- I need a bit of help," "Louis, please don't tell me you've-" "No! No! It's nothing like that, I was just- I was in the kitchen, right? 'Cause I wanted to- I just wanted some fuckin' pancakes," "Okay... and pancakes have got... wait- for dinner?" "Well, I- yeah. Missed the ones you make and- I looked up a recipe, in one of your books- y'know the fancy ones you got from Japan?" "Oh god, uh- yes?" "Yeah, so they looked really fuckin' pretty. Souffle pancakes, it said. All decked up with fruit and stuff like you do- And it looked straightforward enough so I just- sort of- did it and now I'm... I don't really know what to do," "Did they end up nice?" "I- c'mon now, Haz. Now you're just taking the piss," "Sorry, sorry, Lou. So what.." "Yeah, I don't think the batter's supposed to be this fuckin' runny and the first one i made just sort of stuck to the pan and the bit I scraped off it... They don't taste very good and I just- I just wanted pancakes like yours, Haz. Is that too much to ask?" "No, Lou. D'you want me to help you out with them? I'll stay on the line and you can just follow along..." "It's 2 am Haz, I don't want to keep you awake or-" "I know you're just saying that for the sake of it, Lou" "FaceTime me, love?" "You could've just said you miss me, you know that, babe? Didn't have to make pancakes and everything," "I never not miss you. Now call me already, I'm really fuckin' hungry and I really want pancakes. Takeout looks very appealing right now,"

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we're gonna make it now

written by @timecanalwayshealyou for @bemyvalentinechallenge

He has a habit of immediately crushing romantic feelings by reminding himself that Love Isn’t Real. Knowing his mother’s first marriage had fallen apart irreparably and left him without a dad, had put those doubts in his mind. Watching his mum divorce her second husband, the man Louis considered his real father, had just about confirmed it. Locked it in; love is fake, St Valentine sucked, and flowers are for wankers.

Louis isn’t a believer in true love, let alone soulmates. But forever with Harry doesn’t sound so bad.

G | HS/LT | moodboard by me

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between shards and "I love you"s

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 4 prompt.

Summary: Eris (reader) is a songwriter and Niall Horan´s girlfriend. but when she writes a song for Niall, she is scared that their relationship is going to end because of one single sentence.

Warnings: shards, curse words, cyber hate, not proof read

Right when I wrote down the words while humming the melody, I realized it would sound weird. "I´d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you" was the most cheesy thing I ever thought of and it definitely wasn´t appropriet for a 3-month-relationship with a world-wide famous super star.

I had been a songwriter since- forever. The songwriting thing came before the singing part for me, I always loved that more.  The way you could express your emotions through the words and melody was something truly incredible. And then, in the next step, experiencing the love people give you back for creating a new song is an even better feeling than actually creating it. Me and Niall always say, it is a true win-win situation.

Yeah. Niall is the world-wide famous singer I was talking about earlier. I honestly don´t know when, how and why this with us happened, I guess it just- did. The best thing that ever just happened probably.

I was a special guest on his tour, he gave me his phone number after the concert, we went out on a date. And… well, lockdown happened. The pandemic has brought us together in his little flat in London where we were stuck, for a few months now.

All day long, we were basically annoying each other with our piano or guitar humming, but the chaos was manageable. Niall would maybe tell you otherwise though, I could be a very chaotic person sometimes.

Suddenly I heard a loud "BANG" near the kitchen aisle and immediately jumped up from my place on the sofa to run to the place where I heard the noise.

"Sorry, Eris! Just the new dishes you bought 4 months ago…" I heard Niall´s voice from the kitchen and slowed down. No one died. Good.

Wait-

"THE dishes?" When I entered the room, I saw it with my own eyes. There were sharp shards lying around everywhere. "Nialler! These were like- super expensive!" I cried out, kneeling down to pick up one rather big piece of the gorgeous, new plate with the little flowers on the edge.

I really liked those.

Not knowing what I was doing, I laid down my paper with the lyrics for the new song, the ones I actually was about to erase because they were so super romantic, and got me something to clean up  this mess.

As Niall was about to come and help me, he must´ve taken a look at my piece of paper and suddenly started laughing uncontrollably. "Did you write this?" he asked between his laughs and I´d rather suddenly vanish through a hole in the floor than answering this question.

"Well… yeah, but I was about to erase it anyways. I know it´s super cheesy." I said in an attempt to explain myself.

Niall was still laughing, but it wasn´t as embarrassing as before. "You are so cute when you´re nervous, you know that?" I looked up from my cleaning-up-the-broken-plates and gave my boyfriend a confused look. What should that mean now? "The little freckles on your nose look like they started dancing and you fidget around with your fingers on your left hand, it´s truly adorable." Niall explained his comment from earlier a little bit further and slowly took the cleaning utensils out of my right hand, just to place it next to the kitchen counter.

"Sooo, you don´t find it embarrassing?" I asked him, showing that his previous sentence confused me a little bit. Did he like it, or did he not like it?

"No, why would I find it embarrassing, it´s the truth, isn´t it? I´d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you too, baby." he said, looking into my eyes deeply. He leaned in to give me a kiss and I pulled him close to me by grabbing his hair with my hands. Niall’s kisses always made my knees go weak. They were so full with love and could make me addicted to the feeling of his mouth against mine. It was truly amazing.

"I love you, Niall." As soon as I said it, I wish I could take the words back. It was too soon. Way too soon, to say a sentence as important as that.

"There. The freckles are dancing again." Niall laughed and wrapped me in a warm hug. "I love you too, Eris. Exited to hear the finished version of this song." and with these words, he gave me my paper back and took the cleaning utensil in his own hand to clean up the mess of shards himself.

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Be My Valentine - 4

With Your Hand In Mine

(G) 900 words

WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (2/3)

Tw implied time period accurate homophobia

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket. 

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned. 

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.”

OR

Louis is about to marry Harry. And he simply can't wait.

A/N: Part 2 of the ww2 AU! idk why but i love this sm. If stuff falls into place (read: my schedule allows) I might make them a recurring thing!)

Title from Louis' 'We Made It'

Louis stood in front of his mirror, anxiously smoothing down the lapels of his jacket, He glanced out of the window, eyes roving over the expanse of green. If he squinted, he could just make out the spot by the thicket of pine.

The spot where they were going to get married. He felt his stomach twist with excitement, but all of it was tinged with an irrational fear of someone somehow finding out. He was loath to accept the fact that he could never acknowledge the union, let alone dream of actually being somewhere with him, out. 

But they didn’t need a piece of paper from the city hall or the church. 

They were in love. And all the people that mattered to them knew and supported them. What more could Louis ask for?

Louis stood at the top of the staircase with Niall, going over his vows one last time. They had written their own, and he absolutely did not want to forget a word. 

Niall was a good lad. He had met him when he had been to Ireland on a hunting trip with some cousins of his that he never wanted to go to in the first place. Looking back now, he was grateful he did. 

He had met Niall at the pub, and they had fallen into an easy conversation. When Louis had mentioned a vacancy at the local newspaper one of his friends owned, Niall had jumped at the chance. He had moved to London shortly after, renting out a place close to him and Louis couldn’t have been more glad for the company.

He was one of the first people who wasn’t family whom they had trusted with his and Harry’s relationship. He had contacts with the local police for his work, and while Harry had been hesitant, it was a risk Louis had been willing to take. He had grown to trust Niall completely.

Niall had taken a bit of time to get used to it, to accept it (it had been an intense few days, Louis nearly jumping out of his skin whenever someone knocked at his door). Still, he had come around fully, even putting forward ideas for an underground newsletter he could help write for. 

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket. 

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned. 

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.” Niall pursed his lips, cracking a small smile when Louis nodded back, “Okay now, one last time, then we’ll head out,”

Louis rushed across the lawn, skirting puddles formed by the rain overnight. The sky was a clear and dazzling blue now, though, and Louis hoped it would stay that way. 

He rushed to hug his sisters, who were setting up the chairs. All of them expressed their excitement for Harry and him, and he knew he was lucky to have a family like this, all of it, and felt tears welling up. He had to hold back from breaking down completely, feeling like iron bands were tightening around his chest when they brought up their mum.

He missed her terribly. He still remembered the day he had told her about Harry when she was proposing his debut into London society. Much like the rest of the people they had told, she had been quick at putting aside her initial prejudices, accepting and supporting him, even going as far as to make them all skip sermon where the preacher was to talk about the fate that met the ‘homosexuals’ despite her receiving flak for it from the neighbours afterward.

All the memories came flooding back, making the moment bittersweet. He regretted that she wasn’t here, that she couldn’t give them her blessing, but Louis was grateful she had gotten to meet Harry and had grown to love him. He had to hold on to the good times, that’s what she would have wanted.

He gently drew away, going to greet the rest of the lads, thanking them effusively for their help. It was by no means an official ceremony, but they could still get in trouble if word was to somehow get out. All of them were putting themselves at risk just being there, and Louis was once again hit by a wave of gratitude.

They had debated about wheeling about the piano from the parlor, Harry refusing point blank to attract any unnecessary attention, even though the estate spanned more area than any neighbor’s ears possibly could.

He was regretting giving in to Harry right now. Watching him walk down the row between the chairs, the small handful of guests smiling at him, arm interlinked with Anne’s. He would have given anything to have Mendelssohn’s notes floating up as he took Harry’s hand, smiling at Anne. 

He took in the lavenders tucked into his breast pocket, mirroring his own, wanting to say something but feeling like the words were stuck in his throat. He truly was speechless. 

His smile widened as Niall came forward with the open ring boxes, metal glinting in the sunlight. 

Harry was going to be his husband.

Louis really couldn’t ask for anything more.

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