allo allo allo!
this fics progressing nicely, i reckon
massive plot twist this chapter :)
tw (as per usual) for suicide/self harm
tell me what you think!
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26th November 2014
Hotel room of Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles
Sydney, New South Wales
"Zee, you heard those Australians? This is nothing like crocodile dundee." Louis shouts out as Zayn walks into the room, the top button of his white shirt undone, a thin black tie hanging loosely around his neck, awaiting the moment it would be tied and tightened. I glance up before returning my focus to the thousands of eager Australians tweeting at us whilst waiting for our arrival at the event.
"What'd you fuckin expect mate? A whole ass Hollywood production, made by Americans no less, isn't gonna sound the way the normal Australian people do."
"I was still hoping."
"'sides, we been here before. Right idiot, you are."
"Uh-huh. I'll be right back, apparently Niall is having a fashion crisis. Betcha he forgot how to tie his tie." my boyfriend utters with a fond roll of the eyes at the text message on his screen. It wouldn't be the first time that Niall forgot how the garment is tied.
"Harry." Zayn says softly, his satin voice dancing through the room. I look up from my phone, raising my eyebrows in answer with a small smile. We haven't spoken in weeks, not unless it was work related, and I have the unsettling feel that he's been avoiding me.
Suddenly, Zee turns on his heel and exits. No response.
Louis re-enters, perplexed by my facial expression.
"What's wrong babe? You look like you've seen a ghost. Where'd Zee go?"
"I don't know. That was quite possibly the strangest encounter I've ever had." I voice, still staring at the door. I blink stiffly, but soon turn my attention to my boyfriend.
"You look beautiful, babe." I tell him, letting my eyes scan his body, watching how the suit curves in just above the waist and how the tight suit accentuates certain....assets. Emphasis on ass.
"Well, given the opportunity, I would ravish you right now," Louis says, walking closer with a smirk. "Tear you apart, limb from fucking limb, leave you unable to walk," His voice is deep and husky, and I can feel the blush rising on my cheeks. "And then I'd do it all again." He whispers softly in my ear, in a husky tone, and I want it, so so much. It's probably kind of pathetic, that he still has this much power over me, but I've barely changed. I'm still the same old curly-haired boy, just with a little more fame, a lot more money, and a much less innocent relationship.
"It really is a shame that we have to go so soon." Louis said, with a falsely innocent smile, then turning and sauntering to the doorway.
"Oh, and love? Just wait for tonight." He says smoothly, turning his head in the doorway, before casually walking as though he didn't just say all of that.
I groan softly at his teasing, collapsing onto the bed once more, drifting into a short nap that was interrupted what felt like not even moments later.
"Haz. Babe. Babe. We're leaving now." Lou says softly, his short body not quite towering over me, but still above me in this situation.
"Are the-"
"Yes, the 5SOS boys are going to be there. It's the fuckin aria's, Haz, and they're one of the biggest bands in Australia, obviously they're gonna be there. Now get up, let's hope you haven't messed up your hair, or Louise will have your head. Quite literally."
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FanfictionHarry Styles finds his fiance, Louis Tomlinson, near to death on a bathroom floor. Cause: Attempted suicide. When Louis is hospitalized, it's all Harry can do to hold himself together, even as his life falls apart around him. Zayn turns up, with ens...
