8 Works by saturdaysss
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Louis plopped down beside her, close enough that their shoulders almost brushed. “So, do you always hang out on rooftops being mysterious and broody? Or is this, like, a special occasion?”
Harry shifted, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I like the quiet.”
Louis tilted her head. “You know, most people call that being antisocial. But, if I call it ‘broody rooftop poet girl,’ it sounds way cooler.”
Harry laughed under her breath. “You’re weird.”
“Thank you,” Louis said immediately, like it was a compliment. She leaned back on her palms, eyes flicking toward the sky. “Though, if you were secretly writing dark poems up here, I wouldn’t judge. I’d probably even ask for a signed copy.”
Harry tried not to stare, but Louis’ grin was annoyingly contagious. For the first time in a while, she didn’t feel like the loneliest person in the world.
Or the one that Harry and Louis are battling their demons and found each other in process.
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“You know,” Louis murmured, “this place never changes. Every time I come back, I still feel sixteen.”
Harry turned his head slightly, studying Louis in the golden spill of light from the villa windows. The years had sharpened his features, but the boy Harry remembered was still always there—in the curve of his smile, the way his lashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Harry asked.
Louis hummed, considering. “Depends. When I was sixteen, I used to dream about kissing you right here on this terrace.” Harry’s breath caught. “I’d imagine coming home, walking from the fields with handfuls of flowers,” Louis continued, voice soft, “and you’d be waiting in the doorway, leaning against the frame, smiling at me like I was the best thing you’d seen all day. Then you’d meet me at the bottom of the stairs and kiss me like there was no tomorrow.” He cut himself off with a quiet laugh. “God, it’s embarrassing.”
Harry swallowed. “It’s not.”
Louis smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah. It was a sixteen years old boy’s fantasy. One that never came true.”
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Somehow, Louis managed to finish the last rep. As soon as she set the weights down, she exhaled in relief, flopping back against the bench.
Harry chuckled. “See? You didn’t die.”
“Barely,” Louis muttered, rubbing her arms. It hurt and burnt at the same time.
Harry tapped her shoulder. “Come on, up. We still have shoulder presses.”
Louis groaned. “You’re trying to kill me.”
The curly girl only smirked. “No, I’m trying to give you great boobs.”
“Oh my god. I knew you wouldn’t let that go.” Louis accused as she couldn’t hide her flushed cheeks.
Harry only laughed, tossing her a water bottle. “Hurry up, princess. We’ve got training to do.”
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Harry took a deep breath, his fingers tightening into a fist. “I... I haven’t been sleeping well. Actually, I haven’t been sleeping much at all,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “It’s been getting worse for weeks now. I think it started with nightmares, but now... it’s something else.”
Dr. Sinclair leaned forward slightly, his eyes focused on Harry. “Something else?”
“Voices,” Harry whispered, almost as if he was afraid saying it aloud would make them worse. “I’ve been hearing voices, even when I’m awake.”
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In hindsight Louis should know there would be only one bed in the older man's room. It was a small inn attached to a pub downstairs, he should know. And it wasn’t a king sized bed where both of them could stay in their respective place without touching each other until the sun rose. The double bed was staring at Louis, taunting him and judging him for spending a night with clearly someone’s father who probably had children around his age.
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a love like this won't last forever (and I don't mind at all) by saturdaysss
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
06 Nov 2022
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“I thought you’re a woman.”
“Excuse me?”
“Rumour has it that I’m about to have a new stepmother. Just didn’t expect it would be a man, though twink would give a much better description.”
“I’m not a twink.” Louis crossed his hands in front of his chest defensively.
The man looked at him from head to toe and gave him a sweet fake smile. “Yeah, you are.”
“I’m not— hold on,” Louis loosened his arms and now playing with his thumbs, “what do you mean stepmother?”
The man extended his hand and stupidly Louis reached for it. Once the bigger hand engulfed his own, the man shook it.
“Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you. What should I call you? Stepmother or the mistress?” Harry tightened his grip. “Or maybe a homewrecker?” He gave him the most cruel smile a man could offer.
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It is said the flap of a butterfly's wings might ultimately cause a tornado. Small events can serve as catalysts that act on starting conditions. So, what if Harry went to sleep one day in 2022 only to woke up in 1995 just to learn a single choice can really affect someone else’s life and some things can't be changed?
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crowded town or silent bed, pick a place to rest your head by saturdaysss
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
05 Nov 2021
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“Poem. I made you a poem.”
“Oh yeah? Can I hear your poem?” Louis turns on the car and exits the school building.
“Wait.” Louis takes a glance and sees his daughter struggle to open her bag, strained thanks to the safety belt. “Aha!” She shouts when she finally finds the wrinkled paper. She clears her throat dramatically. “My mama is cool, because one day he took me to the pool. My mama is beautiful, and I feel grateful. My mama is pocketful, because his pocket is always full.”
Louis ruffles Chrys’ hair making the green-eyed kid groan and swat his hand away.
“You think I’m beautiful?” Louis’ voice is soft.
“Well, duh. You’re the most beautiful person on Earth, mama.” She pauses for a moment. “Although, Uncle Zayn is beautiful too. But, still, you’re the most beautifulest.” She grins.
Louis’ heart clenches at that. Not because she just said he’s the most beautiful person in the world. But, because of the way she said it. Awfully similar to the other person who has the same green eyes as her. And the way she grins after that, identical.