⚡️Something New Snippet

If one absolutely had to wake up, Louis reasoned, it might as well be to…

He paused, taking a subtle whiff.

…Freshly scrambled eggs, he realized, delighted. (Wait, he had eggs? Fresh ones? In his apartment?)

He frowned thoughtfully only for a roguish smile to take over immediately after.

Clearly, whatever Omega he had picked up and brought to bed last night had a great time.

It was an uncharacteristically caddish thought and had Louis been fully awake, he would have, at least, had the decency to be embarrassed by it. But, he was only human, and really wasn’t his best or most progressive self this early in the morning. Right now, all he could process was the immense pride his Alpha felt at satisfying last night’s (admittedly strangely elusive) conquest to the point of having earned breakfast, and that very same Alpha’s need to bask in his victory lap for as long as he could before his one night stand made his inevitable exit. (Romantic.)

And so, he blinked his eyes open, and where his next thought really should have been ‘Why the hell am I sleeping on my couch?’, instead it was simply…

Legs.

For.

Fucking.

Days.

They were smooth, and lean, and perfectly toned, the sinewy muscles flexing and releasing with each minute step to-and-fro as their owner fussed over the stovetop expertly. More importantly though, they were the kind of legs Louis was utterly convinced he would remember – rather vividly, in fact – had they ever been wrapped around him and/or worn as a hat (‘And’, preferably).

It was disconcerting that he had to exert any such effort in searching his memory at all, actually.

Easily top three, he thought to himself, allowing his awed gaze to ascend, slowly, appreciatively, and ever-so-slightly disrespectfully. Of my life, he amended, feeling as though he at least owed this person his full honesty, seeing as it seemed his manners were nowhere to be found.

“You’re awake.”

Two simple words, and yet the lilting voice that carried them was entirely sobering and really all Louis needed to piece yesterday’s events together, his earlier sleep-addled memory making a rather impressive comeback, just in time to save him from humiliating himself, any further. Almost involuntarily, his eyes averted themselves, choosing to stay glued to the bottom cabinet just to the left of Harry’s (apparently glorious) bare thighs.

“You can cook,” is what his mouth managed in response because, despite the already painfully long boot-up time, Louis still wasn’t fully in-charge of all his faculties. At least he had the audacity to seek eye contact. It felt decidedly less creepy.

Harry smirked as he turned back to the stove, moving the pan back and forth before reaching for something to his left.

It was nothing but a quick blink-and-you-missed-it bend, but it was just far enough for the familiar silk boxers he was wearing (Louis’) to ride upwards, which in turn had Louis regressing straight back into the gawking knothead he was not five minutes ago.

“Contents of your cupboards notwithstanding.”

Yearly Word Count: 120684

Well. This year’s writing was kind of awful word count wise. I’m amazed at how much was posted compared to total word count. Usually I have twice as much written as posted, but it feels pretty even this time around. I moved this year, which definitely impacted writing, but in general I’ve not felt like writing as much as I used to, which has led to far shorter daily word counts. I averaged about 330/day, where I’m usually closer to 500, but so it goes. Maybe next year will be better. Here’s to a new year. If anyone is interested in snippets from things I haven’t published, send me an ask and I’ll put a few sentences up for you. :) Happy New Year, guys!

Jan - 11083 Crossing Borders - 5843 On Account of the Bathtub Curse - 4005 Magic Kaito Role Reversal - 1235

Feb - 12089 CB - 2470 ? - 325 OAotBC - 5646 Magic Kaito ABO - 3384 DNAngel Gender Bender - 264

Mar - 11521 OAotBC - 4935 MK ABO - 724 CB - 3419 Magic Kaito Role reversal - 815 Glimpse - 1628

Apr - 9742 CB - 6144 MK ABO - 205 MK RR - 3393

May - 9766 CB- 2677 Hei-Haku porn - 809 DNA GB - 1037 In Another World - 5076 MK RR- 167

Jun - 9726 CB - 8102 IAW - 1624

Jul - 7888 CB - 5687 IAW - 1521 DNA GB - 264 H-H P - 324 MK ABO - 92

Aug - 8577 CB - 4949 IAW - 520 MK RR - 2163 H-H P - 151 DNA GB - 794

Sep - 15821 CB - 816 IAW - 1884 MK RR - 645 Fitting a Role - 1238  More like a Nightmare - 1480 Last Confessions - 5250 For Want of Wings - 1174 Did You Really - 2133 Selkie Story - 297 Erin/Ayrien backstory - 904

Oct - 9019 IAW - 1345 CB - 2099 Selkie - 1231 MK RR - 3962 Erin - 167 Poem - 57 MK ABO - 158

Nov - 8139 Selkie - 4105 Killer Kai fantasy verse - 4034

Dec - 7313 Selkie - 1107 MK RR - 1965 KK FV - 1781 MDZS humor ficlet - 1359 DNAngel whump - 530 Magic Kaito whump - 571

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Instead of paying $500+ on a new 17″ laptop computer, decided to reach out to my neighborhood (via our private FB page). One neighbor had this computer that his wife said was too large (she wants something smaller). He brought it over a few nights later and I turned it on…winner-winner chicken dinner! I gave him five $20 bills on the spot. #HPPavilion #HPusedlaptop #greatdeals

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New maintenance garage computer - used 17" HP Pavilion laptop computer ($100)

Instead of paying $500+ on a new 17″ laptop computer, decided to reach out to my neighborhood (via our private FB page). One neighbor had this computer that his wife said was too large (she wants something smaller). He brought it over a few nights later and I turned it on…winner-winner chicken dinner! I gave him five $20 bills on the spot. #HPPavilion #HPusedlaptop #greatdeals

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New maintenance garage computer - used 17" HP Pavilion laptop computer ($100)

Instead of paying $500+ on a new 17″ laptop computer, decided to reach out to my neighborhood (via our private FB page). One neighbor had this computer that his wife said was too large (she wants something smaller). He brought it over a few nights later and I turned it on…winner-winner chicken dinner! I gave him five $20 bills on the spot. #HPPavilion #HPusedlaptop #greatdeals

Visit my Chris DIYer Amazon Store (lots of cool DIYer stuff!):

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New maintenance garage computer - used 17" HP Pavilion laptop computer ($100)

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New maintenance garage computer - used 17" HP Pavilion laptop computer ($100)

Instead of paying $500+ on a new 17″ laptop computer, decided to reach out to my neighborhood (via our private FB page). One neighbor had this computer that his wife said was too large (she wants something smaller). He brought it over a few nights later and I turned it on…winner-winner chicken dinner! I gave him five $20 bills on the spot. #HPPavilion #HPusedlaptop #greatdeals

Visit my Chris DIYer Amazon Store (lots of cool DIYer stuff!):

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© 2018 by Chris DIYer. All rights reserved. Do not use any part of this video without my written permission.

New maintenance garage computer - used 17" HP Pavilion laptop computer ($100)

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New maintenance garage computer - used 17" HP Pavilion laptop computer ($100)

Instead of paying $500+ on a new 17″ laptop computer, decided to reach out to my neighborhood (via our private FB page). One neighbor had this computer that his wife said was too large (she wants something smaller). He brought it over a few nights later and I turned it on…winner-winner chicken dinner! I gave him five $20 bills on the spot. #HPPavilion #HPusedlaptop #greatdeals

Visit my Chris DIYer Amazon Store (lots of cool DIYer stuff!):

Disclaimer: Chris DIYer videos are for entertainment, educational, informative, and news purposes only. Herein — all media, video, comments belong to Chris DIYer and are copyrighted at the time/date of publishing (however, you “own” your comments, so think before you type). ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Any material/content recreated-reused-reposted (like music snippets, pictures, et al copywritten data) on this channel are used IAW the “Fair Use” law. I will not be liable/accountable for any injuries or damage a person does to their own property/equipment/or self using the content/advice presented here as reference or fact. No religious/political comments, vulgar language, and/or personal attacks allowed. This is my Channel…not your personal playground to spew insults and other trolling activities. Example would be: being a “social justice warrior”, “Mr Know-it-All”, complete ill-educated moron, and/or overt self-promotion. Bossy comments (like, “You need to do this or that”) will likely be laughed off and deleted. Hitting the “thumbs down” is actually good for my viewership…but, if you really don’t like a video, don’t watch it. Why not just grow a pair and actually leave an comment if your butt hurts? Better yet, create your own content and see how that goes for ya. Biblical quotes/preaching/condescending or sanctimonious remarks…not allowed here. Take your nasty crudeness (Mr or Mrs High & Mighty superiority complexes), drama-filled lifestyle, and fester on someone else’s Channel. If you have thin-skin or are easily offended…don’t watch my content. Your First Amendment rights do NOT apply here. Offenses I deem inappropriate will be reported to the proper agencies…and action will be taken (guaranteed!). Don’t push your luck. Bottom line, being nice/respectful/positive will go a LONG way here. Sharing DIY ideas/helping others with their builds/saving money/having fun/sparking interest with your own DIY creations is what this Channel is all about. Lastly, this is my backyard/channel…like it or leave it. There are no “bad” videos out there (you can actually learn a lot from others who do things differently or are learning). So, have FUN while your here, learn something, and make the world a better place.

© 2018 by Chris DIYer. All rights reserved. Do not use any part of this video without my written permission.

✨ Snip Snip Snippet ✨

It was depressingly archaic but even more depressingly true, regardless of how unspoken in high society: an Alpha was only as good as the Omegas he bed, and as far as breeding went, Harry Styles’ pedigree trumped them all.

Publicly losing Harry to any Alpha would be a dramatic blow to Lucien’s social standing. But losing Harry to Louis ‘Silicon Valley’ Tomlinson would be mortifying; an unsalvageable blow to his reign.

It was a terrifyingly cunning plan, if nothing else.

Except, Louis thought then, mouth already poised to ask. Why not just pretend—

“Before you embarrass yourself by asking some other painfully naive question,” Harry cut in, unaffected by the affronted noise Louis let out at the accusation, “no, we can’t just pretend to have slept together.”

Louis raised a brow to cover up his urge to grumble. “Why not?”

“Because he’ll call our bluff if my scent doesn’t change, obviously.”

Louis swallowed harshly against his second squawk of the hour. For someone with such an impeccable reputation for manners and societal politesse (and, frankly, for a virgin), Harry seemed incredibly comfortable with the insinuation that knotting was, apparently, a given in this little revenge fantasy, seeing as that was the only way either of their scents would change enough to be noticeable.

But, it seemed, in the hierarchy of Harry Styles’ priorities, it was ego-shattering justice first, traditional Omega values second. Not exactly at the helm of destroying the patriarchy, but a vast improvement, all things considered.

(Also, Louis was beginning to sweat, realizing the level of detail and strategic thought Harry had managed to exact even whilst in the throes of heartbreak, and in less than twelve hours. Lesson learned: Lucien Astor was far preferable to Harry Styles as an adversary.)

“I'll wear a blocker, of course, because I’m not some common whore,” Harry was saying, mostly to himself now, only looking to Louis for the odd obligatory nod of agreement.

“Of course,” Louis chimed in sarcastically, though Harry could clearly care less.

“—But I’ll take it early enough so that it starts fading right at the end of Economics 302. You can sit by the door, so your scent wafts past him as we leave.” Louis was sure this was the only time he had ever heard Harry even slightly giddy. “It’ll really help him piece two and two together.”

“That is…” Louis said into the following silence, nodding slowly, searching for the right words, “Horrifyingly brilliant.”

💋 Snippet

“Okay, fine, you don’t want to talk,” he acquiesced, trying not to sigh, defeated. He knew it was for the greater good, though that was a little hard to hold on to when Harry muttered ‘finally’ under his breath.

Fucking yield, Tomlinson.

He pointedly ignored Harry’s jab for the sake of channeling his frustration into finding, like, flow. Again, he thumbed at Harry’s waist and caught his gaze. “Can I kiss you?”

He could have sworn by the look Harry gave him that he was seriously considering just… leaving.

He sighed, exasperated. “If it’ll keep you from your incessant need to narrate this entire event,” he quipped, irritatedly gesturing at the air surrounding them (whilst also, quite notably, leaning forward just enough for Louis to feel his warm breath skate across Louis’ lips when he said), “then please do.”

✨ Something New Sunday

Harry interrupted with a loud scoff. “Oh, spare me your sad-eyed dad lecture,” he drawled in time with a very pointed eye roll. He leaned his hip against the island and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t want a rebound, you idiot.” He lowered his voice then, though not quite enough, “And if I did, it certainly wouldn’t be with you.”

Louis pinched the air between his fingers. “I’m afraid you said that last part just a smidge too loud.”

Harry’s only response was a look completely devoid of any hint of remorse as he clarified, “I don’t want a rebound. I want revenge.”

Well, Louis thought, sarcastically, wasn’t that just so… Harry.

To be fair, at least that had answered his silent prayer and dealt – pretty fucking swiftly – with his worry about hurting Harry’s feelings. Now, the question was, how ever was he meant to put this delicately?

“Mm…” he hummed, “No.”

The word hung heavily in the silence that followed; a silence that stretched for so long that Louis actually caught himself wondering whether there was a polite way to dig into the omelet while he waited for Harry to speak. (It really did smell very good.)

“‘No’?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was a disbelieving chuckle, which certainly matched the sparkle of mirth in Harry’s eyes as he continued to stare Louis down.

“No,” Louis confirmed simply. “It’s a word I’m not sure you’re incredibly familiar with, but you must’ve heard it at least once or twice. Oh!” He snapped his fingers and pointed at Harry, like the memory had just come back to him. “That time Professor Monroe wouldn’t give you an extension on your Economics paper just because Warren Buffet is your godfather, comes to mind.”

Harry smirked back at him, unbothered. “And yet I still got an A in that class. An apt example of how persistent I can be, in the face of rejection.”

“Or, and hear me out,” he said, holding his hand up to aid in his theatrics, “maybe it was that the lecture hall where the class was held had ‘Styles’—” He drew an arc in the air. “Not-so-subtly emblazoned in gold, right below the Yale crest.”

Harry tipped his head back and forth, considering. “Mm,” he hummed thoughtfully, eyes on the ceiling. “Yeah, that would have made giving me a B rather gauche, wouldn’t it?” He teased easily, amusement never once leaving his face.

🥂 Snippet

Louis didn’t often indulge in hyperbole, but god fucking damn, did that scent have him in an unrecognizable and completely unjustifiable chokehold. So much so that the relatively dignified pace at which he had previously been getting hard was now shot to hell.

Subtly, he buried his nose a little deeper, tried to distract Harry with a quick line of kisses across his collarbone to his shoulder, all whilst silently saying a prayer that Harry would live up to his illustrious reputation and prove himself much too refined to mention it—

“Curious that some parts of you seem blithely uninformed of your stringent moral scruples.”

In case there was any question, the only thing Harry Styles valued more than his pristine sophistication was the upper hand.

Louis tried his best to keep his voice from sounding too breathless as he defended himself. “Physiology and ethics are housed in different parts of the brain.” He made it through each and every word without so much as a crack.

And then, he inhaled. Another mistake.

Of course, Harry’s answering quip was painfully quick and insufferably smug. “The body too, apparently.”

🐺 Untitled A/B/O Snippet

Louis had known something was off from the moment he’d swiped the hotel key through the lock, but it was subtle enough that he couldn’t immediately put a finger on it; no matter how astutely he peered at each detail of the entryway, nothing about the familiar room seemed in any way amiss (nor should it, given the meager fortune he regularly paid).

No, the penthouse at the St. Regis was as pristine as it had been when he’d checked in last Friday. And the Friday before that. And the Friday before that. And every Friday for the better part of fifteen years, since he’d first been swept up in the throes of this nasty little… habit.

Jesus, had it been that long?

‘Habit’ suddenly sounded slightly too forgiving. It was his last thought before he rounded the doorframe, following the soft orange glow of the sconce lights into the bedroom.

The scent, he suddenly realized.

The warm hint of ambrette and cashmere that he often quietly chased - secretly pressed his nose in deep to find - now wafted, elegant and unencumbered, around him, it’s owner sitting poised and bored atop the perfectly made king.

“You’re late.”

Silently, Louis weighed the vulnerability that would come of admitting he’d explicitly instructed his chauffeur to break several laws of physics to get here, against the inevitable violence that would ensue at the mere suggestion that Harry might, actually, have been impatient to see him.

(His inner Alpha would never forgive him the first, and Harry’s Omega would make him rue the second, so he chose a more subtle route.)

“Is that why you’re already half-naked?” he asked, voice nonchalant as he divested himself of his coat, purposely throwing it over the arm of the sofa the way he knew Harry hated. “In the name of efficiency?”

As if equally offended by the coat and Louis’ insinuation, Harry tipped his nose up snobbishly, which only made his satin dressing gown slip further down his shoulder.

“I’m not half-naked,” he sniffed. “I’m fully clothed.”

Louis arched a skeptical eyebrow.

Barely clothed, he wanted to shoot back as his eyes caught on the tiny, ruffled bloomers Harry was wearing under his robe - no doubt the only other piece of clothing touching his body.

“Could walk straight out the door right now,” Harry blatantly lied.

And that — that was familiar. Harry’s insistence on holding the upper hand. It went far beyond his Omega sensibilities, beyond liking the chase. Harry took pride in the knowledge that he could walk away from Louis at any moment. And Louis… well, Louis enjoyed letting him believe it.

India in honour of today's grand celebration, can we get a little peak of any of your works? (I am loving the GAPT AU btw)

Hello, darling!

Thank you for the compliment on GAPT AU! I’m sorry I don’t have a snippet for that fic, although I do have another!

I wrote this bit just to answer this ask, so I want to thank you for inadvertently contributing to my inspiration today! 😘 I’ve been dying to answer you, but do feel a bit guilty that the snippet doesn’t match the celebratory vibe. Sorry in advance! ✌️

✨ Sunday Snippet

Theo pulled Harry out of his memories by pressing a light kiss to his temple, and when their gazes met, Harry found himself faced with those disarming grey eyes once again.

“I didn’t know that it was possible to be even more besotted by you than I’d already been all night, but,” Theo sighed, sincere and happy. He ran his thumb over the diamond on Harry’s finger, and then raised their intertwined hands towards the crowd, chuckling as he said, “obviously I was wrong.”

Easy laughter soared up around them, perfectly in time with everyone raising their glasses, ready to toast. It was an almost disconcertingly cinematic moment, really – the flawless beginning to any romantic comedy. But, something about the sound… felt… incomplete… to Harry’s ear.

Louis, Harry knew immediately. It was Louis’ laugh that was missing.

And, call it friendship, call it connection, call it love — whatever this force was, it sat in Harry’s chest, just waiting to draw him to Louis, no matter where he was in any room. True enough, Harry found him now, standing barely a foot away out on the balcony, staring unblinkingly down at the phone in his hand.

“Louis?” Harry called out the window, soft and careful, the inexplicable dread that had started to seep into his heart only growing as Louis turned to him, the color slowly draining from his face.

“Daniel,” he barely seemed to be able to whisper, his lips shaking. “Daniel’s… Daniel’s been in an accident.”

✨ Tiny Snippet Time

Harry swallowed down the lump in his throat, the words he was staring down at beginning to blur behind the fat tears welling in his eyes.

‘Forgive you for standing me up at Niall’s party last year, obviously.’

It was painfully masochistic, but Harry forced himself to read it again, as he let the first drowning wave of regret crash over him. In his more optimistic moments, he’d convinced himself that this message was some sort of reminder; was proof, somehow, that fate – his North Star, his compass – had something – someone – better, in store for him.

Tonight, though…

Tonight, faced, for the first time, with the painfully tangible reality that the man he loved really did marry someone else…

Tonight, he allowed himself question fate; allowed himself voice a thought he hardly ever let himself think, let alone say:

Who on earth could be better for him than Louis Tomlinson?

*chants* GAPT AU GAPT AU GAPT AU !! 👹 we’re waiting and we’re thirsty alright?!

Psst. 🤫 Not as thirsty as GAPT AU Harry. 👇

🥤Thirsty Snippet

“Parmesan dusted artichokes served with an aioli dipping sauce,” he’d recited from the pamphlet, “Figs topped with goat cheese and honey, Rockefeller oysters…”

Even the way the words slowly rolled off Louis’ tongue in his soft accent made them sound unbearably luscious and erotic, and coupled with the fact that he was reading them over Harry’s shoulder, so close that his breath was gently tickling the shell of his ear, it had Harry trying very, very hard not to get… well, very, very hard.

“We love all these things, H,” he’d cajoled, seeming entirely unbothered by the actual point, and it took Harry just a little too long to shake off the fog in his head that had him blinking much too slowly, and wanting to agree much too willingly.

But, he did eventually harness the wherewithal to raise a brow at Louis in challenge, incredulous that his sudden, drastic one-eighty was hinged on nothing more than the deliciousness of certain food, and also, at the fact that it was now apparently entirely up to Harry to have some sense of self-preservation (which was a gamble in and of itself on a good day).

“Love them enough that we don’t mind partaking in the accompanying…” He peered down at the soft slanted, cursive lettering, reading aloud, “Private, sensually hand-fed romantic dinner’ afterwards?”

He’d intended to lift his gaze haughtily, to stew mercilessly in his triumphant display of logic, but when he did, he found Louis had taken a few short steps to the chest of drawers pushed against the wall, his back slightly turned to Harry as he casually rummaged through his clothes. His smirk was soft and still alarmingly unbothered, his words almost absentminded as he said them over his shrugged shoulder.

“I mean…” he started, and if the easy cadence of his chuckle had taught Harry anything, it was to brace himself for what was sure to be a fatally flirtatious quip, “I’ve eaten much less off of much more of your body before.”

And, well… what exactly was Harry meant to say to that?

🥥 More from the GAPT AU.

In honour of H looking like a babe, a little sneak peek in any of your wips? Please

Anything, in honor of H looking like the beautiful Barbie babe on glitter toast he was last night. 🥰

Also, I’m so sorry if I’ve posted this already, I truly can’t remember (and apparently tumblr will only show half of my tags!) (I have to work on a proper masterpost!)

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🐘 Snippet

“A bald-faced lie straight to my face,” Harry said, shaking his head and clicking his tongue in faux disappointment. His voice was scandalized as he playfully accused, “And on our thirtieth anniversary? How dare you?”

Louis gave him a cheeky shrug, his forkful of eggs poised in front of that unfailingly sexy smirk, “I was testing you.”

“Well,” Harry said, too smug, “I have the memory of an elephant, so…”

Louis narrowed his eyes at Harry, his next hum doubtful and teasing. “Oh yeah, Dumbo?” he challenged, “You remember proposing to me on our third date?”

Harry didn’t even bother to put his fork down, leveling him with an unimpressed look. “Nice try, liar. You don’t think I remember our third date was when I drank my weight in grocery wine?”

Louis snorted at the memory. “I had to carry you home to my flat.”

“Okay, I was nervous, wanker. We both knew we were going to have sex that night.”

“And yet.” Louis quipped around the lip of his coffee cup, though not quite quietly enough. “Also,” he said, brow furrowing in confusion, “we’d already had sex—”

“Yeah, but not on purpose.” Harry’s very clear explanation was followed by Louis’ completely befuddled silence, and he sighed, exasperatedly elaborating, “This was on-purpose Third Date Sex™ with possibly-my-future-husband.”

“Mm-hmm.” Louis nodded slowly – shrewdly. “As opposed to our original, ‘accidental’—” He smirked as he did the air quotes. “—our-friends-locked-us-in-a-flat-to-bang-out-our-sexual-tension hate sex.” His sound of agreement was muffled by his half-chewed fruit. “Right, got it.”

With a blink, his voice deadly serious, Harry said, “Exactly.” Ignoring Louis’ low chuckle, he continued, “Anyway, that night was, ironically, painfully memorable and I definitely, definitely did not propose.”

“Except when you did.”

Harry’s scoff was loud and sure, fully expecting to look across the table and catch Louis in his second shameless lie of the morning. Instead, he was met with the kind of confident smirk that… actually gave him pause.

“I was rubbing your back—well, trying to,” Louis corrected, “because you kept literally, physically, pushing me away. You started to cry when I wouldn’t leave you in the bathroom.”

And that… did, actually, sound like him, he admitted inwardly. But why would he—

“You kept insisting I couldn’t see you like this because,” Louis continued, his voice already twinkling with very poorly concealed mirth, “as you explained, if I did, I’d never marry you like I was supposed to.”

Harry’s eyes widened, realizing just then that he was vehemently shaking his head. “No,” he said desperately horrified. “Uh-uh. No.”

“But, apparently,” Louis said, thoroughly enjoying this, “if I promised I’d still marry you,” he grinned wide, too, too amused, “then I was allowed to stay and keep you from choking on your own vomit.”

“No.” Harry refused. “No. No, because,” he argued, holding up a finger, “I asked you, the next morning, if I’d done anything – anything – stupid. And you—” He pointed aggressively at Louis, who was pressing his lips together, trying (and failing) to hide his smile, “—Promised me, Louis, that I didn’t.”

“I had to,” he argued, as Harry’s jaw dropped.

“Louis!” He screeched in disbelief. “You lied?!”

“H, love,” he tried to coax gently. (Or, as gentle as one could be while trying – so hard – to stifle a laugh.) And, if Harry wasn’t already sitting there, stewing in over three decades of delayed embarrassment, he’d be a bit concerned about the way his heart still flipped a little at that endearment. “You should’ve seen yourself, all hungover, and delicate, and vulnerable that morning.” His eyes were soft – annoyingly so – even twinkling with mirth, and so, all Harry could do was roll his eyes and click his tongue in some semblance of disapproval as Louis defended himself. “I mean, you genuinely looked like you would’ve run from the room if I’d told you.”

“I would’ve,” Harry assured him point blank and without missing a beat. “I’d have completely cut you off,” he said, dead serious. “Moved continents. Flung myself off the edge of the earth.”

“Well then,” Louis said pointedly, a laugh bleeding into his voice, “now you know why I didn’t.” He shrugged, seemingly retrospective. “Also, it was nice to know you were a sure thing,” he added, his irritatingly charming wink earning him a rather aggressive (and much deserved) bread roll to the shoulder. Harry may or may not have stuck his tongue out in victory the moment it hit him with a satisfying smack! ‘Ow,’ Louis mouthed with a silent laugh, eyes sparkling as he continued to tease, “and it just seemed like a needless complication, doing anything that would encourage you to become a flight risk, when, you know,” he sighed, pretending to be put upon. His gaze on Harry turned hot, and he smiled at him in a way that seemed entirely dedicated to making his heart flutter. “I did fully intend to marry you by then anyway, all drunken threats to your personal safety notwithstanding.”

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