enjoy aha x :)
Harry flopped into his bunk on the tour bus and pulled his laptop out from under his pillow, looking around warily for signs of the other boys. Confident that no one was about to sneak up on him, he cracked the device open and the screen lit up with a familiar blue hue.
“Oh Tumblr, I’ve missed you so much,” he whimpered softly to himself, stroking his screen at the sight of his dashboard. “It’s been, like, almost twelve hours.”
He refreshed his browser anxiously, hoping to see a bright red pip at the top of the page, alerting him to an inbox full of messages. Harry frowned, however, when no such red pip showed up.
“Well fuck you too, followers!”
He angrily pounded out a text post and pressed publish, smirking slightly to himself.
Wow, glad everyone missed me so much while I was gone, I don’t know how I’ll be able to answer all these messages. #losersssss
Harry repeatedly clicked the refresh button once again, waiting for the inevitable onslaught of likes. When two minutes had gone by he frowned and flushed before deleting the post. Maybe no one’s online right now…
But just then a particularly colorful gifset popped onto his dash — nine 160px wide gifs of Louis Tomlinson’s ass jiggling slightly to and fro. He watched each gif in a daze and grinned wickedly as he clicked reblog, preparing himself for some truly clever tags.
#Louis Tomlinson #i think I studied those curves in maths #perfect parabola amirite ;D #the things I would do to that ass #i would wreck it #omg kms!!
He pressed publish and let out a satisfied sigh, feeling truly relaxed for the first time that day.
Liam opened Paint with his usual puppy-esque smile on his face, squinting affectionately at the color palette at the bottom.
“Okay, so…I think I’ll go with a nice neon green shade…it’ll brighten up everyone’s day, oh my god.”
He filled the background with the lively color and clicked to create a textbox.
“Let’s see…Imagine…imagine…ugh. Imagine: You stand in the middle of the packed concert hall, making loving eye contact with Zayn from across the thousands of other screaming girls. He winks at you sweetly before his expression clears and he stops the song. ‘I have an announcement…that girl…over there…with the brown hair, I think? Maybe, anyway her I can kind of see her…fuck I need glasses. I think we’re making eye contact right now. Anyway I’m madly in love with her. Please come on stage, baby, and do me the honor of being my wife.’ You climb to the stage with the help of the bodyguards and share a knowing, sweet glance with Paul. Zayn grabs your arm and pulls you in close, kissing you passionately.”
Liam stops typing and grabs a Kleenex from beside him, dabbing his eyes softly. “Oh God…I can actually picture it happening. It would be so sweet.” He sniffles to himself and saves the file as a bitmap image. He feels unsatisfied however, and decides to indulge in another.
He begins typing again. “Imagine you’re playing with your young twin daughters on the floor of the bedroom. ‘When’s daddy coming home?’ they ask, looking up at you with bright, shining eyes. The eyes of their father. You swallow convulsively, ‘I…I don’t know sweeties…the tour won’t be over for awhile.’ They nod slowly and look down at their Barbies with sadness. Suddenly you hear a deep voice from behind you, a voice that makes your heart race. ‘I left early. Never mind the ironclad contracts and management or the rest of the boys…to heck with all that, Adrianne Elizabeth, I’m home now.’ You and the girls run to Zayn and hug him tightly, and he presses your cheek to his. ‘I love you so much…’”
Liam sighs contentedly and saves the file, only slightly wondering why he keeps writing about Zayn. He switches to his browser and logs in to Tumblr, uploading the two pictures separately with one of the many .gifs of Zayn he had saved. All in a day’s work.
Niall reclined back on the sofa, stretching his feet out and removing his hand from the bag of Doritos. He placed the bag on the ground and looked around for something to wipe his hands on, before shrugging and licking his fingers clean. He turned his attention back to his laptop, where there was an open text post, the white of the screen burning his eyes.
“Let’s do this,” he said confidently, stretching out his fingers and then beginning to tap away rhythmically on the keyboard.
“Set Fire to the Rain, a Larry Stylinson love story, Chapter 15,” he muttered as he entered it into the title section. He’d been writing the fanfic for about a month now, spending increasing amounts of time thinking up plots to throw his readers’ way. The other boys took his frantic writing sessions in stride, assuming he was writing lovesick emails home to some girl in Mullingar. No one would ever suspect that wee little Niall was writing The Most Romantic Story Ever Told; although they might have given it a little weight if it had been about, say, Nandos. But this was not about Nandos, no. This was a tale of stolen glances, lingering caresses, and secretive smiles. A powerful story of forbidden and unrealized love between none other than Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson.
Said love story had left off with a cliffhanger on chapter 14, with Harry finally having enough of the sexual tension and grabbing an angry Louis, kissing him hard and desperately. Niall’s followers on larrystylinsonsexfics69 had been sending him angry messages all week, begging him to hurry up with an update. Niall placated them with stories of his busy “college” life, but if they only knew…
Niall started from where he left off:
Harry wound his fingers through Louis’ feathery soft hair, tugging the strands desperately, silently begging for Louis to react. Louis was stiff as a board, shocked; he stared hard at Harry’s closed eyelids before something broke within him. He pressed himself up against Harry’s long, lean torso and poured all of his dormant sexual tension and desires into the kiss that had been such a long time coming.
Harry whimpered into Louis’ mouth and opened his mouth wider. He moved his hand down to trace along Louis’ back before grasping his rounded derriere in his hands. Louis squeaked and pulled away, searching Harry’s eyes for an answer to a question he didn’t quite know.
“God this is great,” Niall murmured, shaking his head in disbelief.
Harry reached his hands up to Louis’ face and smoothed the crease between his eyebrows, placing a kiss in the middle.
“I love you, Louis…I have for awhile. And I, I…God I just want you so much,” his voice broke tearfully and he pulled his hands away, turning his back on the older boy. “I know you don’t feel the same. I know this all just some big joke to you, like it always is. But it means something to me, dammit! It means something, Louis!” Harry clawed at his chest desperately as heart-wrenching sobs escaped his mouth, his lips still red and swollen with Louis’ kiss.
Louis let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He strode forward and spun Harry around, smiling tearfully at the curly-haired boy. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that forever, Hazza…” Harry’s eyes lifted and a glimmer of hope began to shine in his glassy green depths. Louis grinned at him happily and clasped his face in his hands, bringing their lips back together.
Niall stretched his hands in front of him and shook out the kinks in his shoulders, getting excited for the climax – so to speak – of the chapter. He wasn’t sure what had driven him to writing this story, although he suspected he drew heavily upon his Twitter feed, and the thousand of daily tweets asking for insider info about Larry Stylinson. What’s with the coy stares, Niall? they asked. What really goes on in that tour bus, Niall? they begged. Niall supposed he had had enough and listening to Adele for the past few months hadn’t been helping.
He wrote for another hour before finishing and posting it beneath a cut on Tumblr. They were gonna love it. Harry called to him from outside the bus, asking if he wanted to walk with him to the local pub and Niall all but threw his laptop to the side, grabbing his phone and running out the door.
It was then that Zayn walked into the living area and spied Niall’s still-open laptop. Curious, he looked at the screen and read the end of what looked like a story of some kind.
“’…Harry grasped Louis’ thick length within his hand and squeezed slowly up and down, drawing a breathy moan from the boy beneath him. Louis jerked in his hand and thrusted slowly—‘ what the fuck!” Zayn whispered, outraged, slamming the laptop closed. He could have done without that mental image.
Zayn shook his head in disgust as he walked slowly back to his bunk. All he wanted to do was bury himself underneath the blankets and never have to look into Louis or Harry’s eyes ever again for fear he’d start picturing their – what did it say? – “pulsating meat swords dueling for dominance.” Zayn moaned and pulled another disgusted face as he threw himself face-first onto his bed.
“Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…” he wailed into his pillow. He stayed there for a few minutes thinking about roller coasters, tattoos, and Bruno Mars in an effort to push the images away. Eventually he gave up and pulled out his own laptop, intending to divert his attention by watching dance tutorials on Youtube.
He was distracted, however, by the bookmark at the top of his screen for Tumblr. Before his experience with Niall’s laptop, he had thought he had been the only boy to employ the use of the site.
“Oh God, why was that on Niall’s screen?” he whispered, horrified, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes. “DISTRACTIONS ZAYN, DISTRACTIONS.”
He clicked the bookmark and scrolled through his dash, which was plastered with his own face. The others frequently joked about Zayn being, well, vain, but they didn’t know the extent. Zayn had a blog, amazaynhahax, that he used to post and reblog pictures of…himself. He told himself it was for cataloguing purposes, so he could go back and see which looks worked best on him, but the truth of the matter was that he liked his face, okay? He wasn’t stupid – he knew he had hit the genetic lottery, so he might as well celebrate it.
He scrolled down the dashboard smiling to himself at the numerous exclamations of “How is he even real?” answering with a quiet “just lucky, I guess,” each time. Zayn liked each post he came across, hoping to keep his followers happy with him. As far as they knew, he was a 16 year old student named Maria, who ironically adopted Zayn’s style of speech. Little did they know that each “guys u just got2 live each day 2 the fullest no regrets just luv aha :) x” was laced with truth, not humor. And that each, “dont worry 2 much bout ur luv lives things will always work out ok ? :) x” was as sincere as the tattoo on his forearm. And that was very, very sincere.
Eventually he relaxed into his bunk, mind removed from that whole sexual Harry/Louis fiasco, and he continued to go through pages and pages of his face. Some mocked his smirk/smile, which he took affront to, but most were complimentary, naturally, since he only followed Zayn-centered blogs. He had enough of the boys throughout the year; he didn’t need them clogging up his computer too.
He came to a halt when he saw a particularly startling picture of himself. A paparazzo had gotten a shot of him looking disheveled and mysterious, smoking a cigarette as he walked down the street. He looked dark and every inch of the bad-boy management made him out to be. He felt the stirrings of something in his pants, which made him freeze in confusion.
Was he—Was that? Because—himself?
He felt guilty looking at the picture, but the feelings grew uncomfortably, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He peeked his head outside the curtain to check if anyone was around before pulling them shut again. He undid the button of his jeans and set to work, staring determinedly at the laptop.
No one had to know. It was only natural.
Louis checked his phone for the tenth time in fifteen minutes, typing out responses with a furrowed brow.
“Who are you talking to, Lou?” Harry asked suspiciously, trying to catch a glimpse of his phone.
“Nobody! Jesus, Harry, give me some privacy!” Louis sniped, rolling his eyes and putting his phone back in his trousers. Harry raised his eyebrows and wiped a look of hurt from his face.
“Just wondering, no need to be a twat about it…” he mumbled, his eyes downcast.
Louis sighed, patting Harry’s shoulder. “Sorry, mate, I’m just tired. I’m gonna go take a nap or something.”
Louis sashayed over to his bunk and pulled his phone out again. The mobile app for Tumblr was still up, and to Louis’ dismay he had 10 more messages. Sighing dramatically, he pulled out his laptop. If he was going to answer these messages, he wasn’t going to do it on a tiny screen.
hey im a big fan of ur blog cud u possibly check me out n promote me plz :D !!!! – hazzasgirl1999
ur blog is the best im such a big fan u r like a god amonst mortals tbh – tommoluvscarotz
i no ur fav is harry but wut iz ur opinion on niall?? – leprechaungurlfrommullingar
Louis rolled his eyes and typed out biting responses to all of them, before starting his obligatory sarcastic text post hour.
wow bringing carrots to autograph signings just never gets old does it? i’m sure louis isn’t about to kill himself w/ a carrot to the heart at this point at all! #what a bunch of dumbasses #could this fandom be any dumber
A new message popped up almost immediately: has any1 told u ur almost as sassy as Louis?? lol guess u earned ur username, doncastasassmasta! – directionatorsbeware1
Louis smirked to himself and flipped his hair to the side. If they only knew. Poor girls. So oblivious.
Before he logged off, he refreshed one more time, huffing when he saw he had yet another message. He checked it, not intending to respond, but then he smiled:
so wuts ur opinion on larry ?? every1 is convinced but idk it seems 2 obvious 2 me !!!! just friends i m o~ — anonymous
Louis smiled wickedly as he rapped out a quick response and shut down his computer laying down for a nap
of course it’s real – are you stupid?