august 26th 1944: "louis! louis i swear to god if you do not open your eyes right now i will shoot myself." liam payne, highly trained doctor for the greek and british troops, was mumbling among with zayn malik, previously mentioned as tomlinsons 'possible best friend'. "be quiet.." louis whispered quietly, afraid of the commander seeing that he's fine and making him catch up on the road. "look, tommo, im going to send my assistant over here, you need stiches on your cheek whether you like it or not." liam stated, rolling his eyes, "he's cute, i think you'll like him." zayn giggled at that, winking at liam as they leave louis alone, without even a say in the matter of whos cute or not. "hiya!" came a mans voice out of literally no where, making louis jump. "jesus fucking christ dont do that to me." and the man giggled at that, actually fucking giggled, and looked at him. "well, im liams assistant and he wasnt lying." tommo was confused, liam usually lies to make people feel better. "what did he say?" louis asks, a bit scared. maybe payne said he was ugly. "he said that his friend is a cute fruitcake.. (a/n: fruitcake in the 1940's was slang for a gay man), so he wasnt lying." the assistant finished with a smile. "arent you going to tell me your name?" tommo asked, feeling flattered. "styles, harry styles." the man answered, biting down on his lip, looking at the scratch on his cheek. "honestly you really dont need stiches for that, so i'm just going to send you off, army boy. but talk to payne, i want to meet you again." harry said, looking at another doctor starting to make his way over. "my name is louis tomlinson and i'm in operation olive." tommo whispered before harry had to play an act of shooing him off, saying he was fine.
needless to say, louis only dreamed of dr. harry styles and his cute curls
((yoo comment how i should incorporate niall into this (; ))
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better timing (larry)
Fanfictionlate august- 1944: louis tomlinson is the cutest british soldier to ever approach italy, or maybe ever to approach a gun. even so, he still has taste. -or- world war ll au where a flamboyant british soldier meets an equally cute british doctor.
