Benign
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 44m
  • Reads 424
  • Votes 26
  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 44m
Ongoing, First published Dec 09, 2020
Mature
Harry Styles AU
  
  The two of us kept moving, our bodies close, but not touching until Harry hit the metal wall of the elevator. I was breathing hard. Harder than I should be, and it felt like Harry wasn't breathing at all. His hands were still clasped on my hips, and he wasn't letting go. The tension in the elevator was tangible. I wanted him so bad.
  
  "Now what are you doing Bev?" Harry asked, his voice more husky than usual. I could feel him exhale. 
  
  I tipped my chin up, and put my lips against his ear and said words I never expected to hear myself say.
  
  "Whatever you want me to do Harry."
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Walk on Water or Drown

9 parts Complete Mature

(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.