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“What,” Louis starts, always hating how silence like this drives him crazy, “what exactly are you gaining from all this? All this, following a mediocre band around. Why do you do that?”
Harry giggles around her cigarette, looking out at the alley. When she smiles, her teeth peek out behind her red lips, giving him the chills— right down to his core. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a smile so pretty. So enthralling he can’t take his eyes off of it. “I’ve got nothing better to do, Louis.”
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Louis is a roadie for a rock band, and Harry is their groupie. 1970s au.
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It’s morning light when he looks back at Louis, bright and unfiltered, like a halo. He will never forget this image; he will chase to find it again, in this same way. So perfect in time; if he had a camera he’d capture it. How the thin knit of the sweater falls over the dip of Harry’s collarbone, his lovely neck bared for Louis’ lips when they come close again. His lips stretched wide and pink in a closed smile, until they break free to reveal his bunny teeth. How his legs cross almost childishly, bare ankles crossed, the creamy expanse of his thighs pale. His hair, messy and disheveled, before an array of light. His new love: Harry. His new muse; his new everything.
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Louis is a lonely artist in Florence, Harry is a runaway Parisian student. 1970s au.
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Harry stretches out like Venus with her lover, growing sleepy in the late afternoon light with a baby growing inside her. Perhaps not literally, not physically. Not exactly.
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Harry struggles to come to terms with wanting to have children, and what that means for their relationship. Canon compliant, set a few years into the future.
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Another soft, grainy laugh. A puff from the joint. Green smoke towards the ceiling. Then hazy blue eyes back on his. “Said you wanted to tell me something. Was really important.”
“Oh,” Harry says. There was a reason he came back, an excuse he made up to find Louis and sucker him into letting him sit on his lap even though his weight often puts those thighs to sleep. “Can’t— um. Let me try to remember.”
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a snapshot of being high and in love in Jamaica.
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On the contrary, Louis seems to know what he wants the moment he opens his eyes to the moment they slip shut— and, Harry assumes, probably in between that, too, with the way he clung to his back like he did in his sleep. What he wants is Harry. It’s evident in the way they touch, this mutual desire for each other that makes Harry believe this is what sex is supposed to be like for him. It’s not sucking a straight man off on the muddy tiled floors of a public restroom. It’s not grinding on strangers in a dark crowd, or being picked up in the middle of the night for a quickie in the back of a car solely because it’s in the dark, in secret, and by daylight no one has to know. That by daylight no one will know, not from their end at least. It’s not supposed to be with older men or more experienced men, or men who wear a certain handkerchief in their back pocket, men with wives and children or men with a respectable, high-paying job working for a millionaire. It’s supposed to be with Louis.
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A continuation of "Diamonds and Pearls"— In the midst of the AIDS crisis, Harry meets Louis after coming home from a drag ball. 80s NYC au.
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- Part 2 of HL 80s nyc verse
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