actions and reactions. (or: harry hasn't spoken for a year and his boyfriend, louis, has yet to figure out why. harry is a sophomore in college and louis is a senior, and they navigate a world of noise.) [June 2021] word count: 50,000 words trigger warnings: attempted suicide, trauma/ptsd, severe physical violence, smut

𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 (𝐧.) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Some people believe in the idea that there is always a right way to do things. Other people believe that there is no wrong way to do things. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I believed the former for so long in my life that it never occurred to me that the latter could exist in the realm of possibility. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀But none of that matters. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Because right now I am in a high speed chase, driving away from the police.

[Completed] Louis has gone through a lot of things emotionally but no one has ever noticed or really cared for the matter. Harry is the best looking guy at school and the most popular. But he doesn't go from girl to girl like a player would he dates girls for a few months sometimes years What happens when Louis and Harry are forced to sit next to each other? And get to know each other very well Will this finally be the savior Louis has been hoping for? And will this finally be the lover Harry has been searching for?

🏅 - #1 in niallhoran 🏅 - #1 in duplicity ^ iconic moments for me "We were liars" 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 (𝐚𝐝𝐣.) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ 󠀠󠀠󠀠️⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I never even said goodbye to him. When I ran, I left a note. A single, cowardly note for Louis and Liam. It just was a goodbye. I didn't say where. I didn't say anything about Daytona. I just... vanished.️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀But he found me. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀He must have. He must have torn the world apart looking for me. Or paid someone who could. He found my name maybe, I put it on the lease of the penthouse. And he's been... what? Protecting me? Supporting me? From afar? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I stand in the middle of his silent, sun-drenched room, and the world has tilted off its axis. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I thought I was running from a monster. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I had no idea I was being saved by a saint. ᴀ ᴅᴜᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛʏ ɴɪᴀʟʟ sᴛᴏʀʏ ʙʏ ɴɪᴀʟʟᴡʜᴏʀᴀɴsʟᴇꜰᴛsʜᴏᴇ (ᴀᴠᴇɴ)

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 | 𝐚𝐝𝐣. 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 | 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 | "𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐?" Amber lives a simple life, on a lower part of town. One day, she meets up with an old friend a club when Amber meets the men this friend owes money too, one in particular seems to catch her eye and take a liking to her. after a wild night with this "Niall Horan" character, she finds herself in the position of receiving envelopes of money she decided to turn a blind eye to in order to pay bills. but eventually, as all bad deeds do, this will catch up to her... Because those who are complicit are equally at fault.

𖡎 palimpsest /ˈpalɪm(p)sɛst/ noun: originally, a manuscript or parchment that has been scraped or washed clean, then written over again. Yet no erasure is ever complete-the old words remain, faint and stubborn, shadows beneath the new. ∴ a text that carries two stories at once: what is present, and what refuses to vanish. by extension: a life layered in memory, the past pressed beneath the present, ghost-ink bleeding through no matter how much you try to rewrite it. to live as a palimpsest is to be haunted-every moment doubled, nothing truly forgotten. 𖡎 Niall Horan has everything riding on his season - the scholarship, the scouts, the future he's been chasing since he first kicked a ball. Riley Maddox just wants a clean slate, far from the ghosts of a past she can't seem to outrun. They're strangers on the same campus, carrying weight neither of them can set down. Neither of them are looking for each other. But some memories refuse to be forgotten.

We should be frens because... well, just read and we'll find out!

† 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 /ˈ𝔩ɪ𝔪ə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ 𝔞𝔡𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔦𝔵𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫; 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔶; ∴ 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)