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The string within Harry's own sweatpants is now dangling outside of his pocket, stretched so far out that the seams of his pants have tightened. His eyes remain hyper focused on Louis, how oblivious he is—scrolling through his phone without a care in the world, while Harry feels his tilt on its axis.
Three years ago, Harry Styles said goodbye to communications consultancy firm McQuiston Worldwide, leaving a life of travel and agency PR behind. When he accompanies his best friend to a family wedding across the Atlantic, he'll be forced to reopen old wounds and face his past—one that no one wants to hash out, but may just have to.- Language:
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23 May 2021
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Harry is one of the fae, and has to return to Court once a year to please the Queen.
He makes a detour on his way home to Louis.
Two weeks and I'll be home.
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The last day of his season isn’t the only thing he has to look forward to on the autumn equinox; as melancholic as he might feel, floating through the chilly morning, brushing his fingertips along the edges of the flower petals to remind them that it’s time to close up for the year, he’s also careful to keep an eye out for any early mushrooms hidden away in the tall grass. Toadstools, in particular, only ever mean good things, and he feels like he’s been waiting all summer long to lay eyes on such an omen.
Or, Louis is a Summer Fairy, Harry is an Autumn Fairy, and the autumn equinox is the best day of the year.
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Harry wants to be choked. Louis makes him wait.
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- Part 4 of Pastel
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03 Apr 2021
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“Hey!”
The man startles up, blinking around before tilting his head up to catch Louis’ gaze. His eyes are wide and innocuous, like a child, and he parts his cherry lips in search of the words on his tongue. In French, jumbled conjugations and a smidge too much of an English accent: “Oui? Tout va bien?”
He shakes his head. And responds, in English: “Yeah, erm— what are you?”
An even more frightened look in return; even the little old landlord passing through the courtyard glances up at him like he’s gone crazy. “ Est-ce que tout se passe bien, Mr Tomlinson?”
“Oui, oui,” Louis says, waving him off with a flick of his wrist before focusing his attention back on the man and his daughters. Come on, he thinks, I’ve got to get this down before I forget. He repeats himself: “What are you?”
Lips spreading into an amused smile now, something sensational, an unbelievably charming smile. Oh god, Louis thinks. He’s probably too charming for his own good. “I’m… um… a person? Is this a trick question?”
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Louis is a writer living in Paris for the year. Harry is the charming art student and au pair of the family across the courtyard. Paris 1970s au.