#fastlove

gotta get up to get down

GEORGE MICHAEL

🎉Happy Birthday Lauren!!!🎉 @kingsofeverything

You're truly an inspiration to me and countless other authors and readers in our fandom/community.

In honor of another trip around the sun, here's a snip from Fastlove for you.

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"There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless."

~Simone Bouvier

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After their munchie buzz had been satisfied, they circled back to Harry's list of favorite sugar obsessions.

"Drum roll…" Louis drums his hands against his thigh as instructed.

"Reese's Peanut Butter Cups."

Louis begins a slow clap. "Well done, mate."

Harry smiles. "I know. It's a gift."

"Reese's are me favorite as well."

"Yeah?"

"Come on, chocolate and peanut butter? Perfect marriage."

"How come Mounds don't get any love. I'm a big fan."

Harry and Louis turn to Niall in horror.

"Heathen." Harry gasps.

"You're putting me on. Ni, how long have we known each other and I've not once seen you consume a bloody Mounds bar." Louis mock gags.

"That's like, the bottom of the totem pole of confections, Niall. M'fraid I side with Louis on this one." Harry nods.

Niall rolls his eyes. "Shocker, that."

"Hm?" Louis squints at Niall.

Liam asks, "Is it an Irish thing or…"

"What?" Niall furrows his brow.

"Like, are Mounds popular in Ireland is what I meant."

"Oh. I've not a clue, mate. Just like 'em is all."

"Mounds are disgusting. I've lost all respect for you Niall." Zayn murmurs with his eyes closed in a half sleep state, face nestled in between the couch cushion and his hand. His legs are draped over Liam's lap.

They all look at each other and laugh.

"You know, this is why I keep my mouth shut and mind my business." Niall huffs as he wobbles upright and walks toward the restroom.

"Awww Nolson. We still love you despite your terrible life choices!" Louis shouts after him.

Everyone laughs. Even Zayn. Who blesses everyone by opening his honeysuckle eyes. He turns his head and looks out the window.

"H."

Harry turns toward Zayn and tracks his eyes gazing out the picture window. He smiles as the dawn paints the sky in tangerine waves and streaks of lavender.

"Roof." Liam announces.

Harry turns to Louis as he answers Liam. "Roof."

Louis tilts his head in a silent question.

"You may have a penthouse terrace that wild dreams are made of, but us pensioners have a rooftop."

Louis grins. "Lead the way."

Harry jumps up and holds out his hand for Louis to take. "Sunrise awaits."

"Open."

Louis slowly allows his blurry eyes to adjust to the view. "Wow."

The five of them align in a row as they take in the Brooklyn skyline. You can see Manhattan from where they stand, but that's not even the highlight. Where Harry's building is positioned, it grants them a stunning peripheral view of water and sky. It's gorgeous. Not one cloud to disrupt the smooth layers of colors. They all blend seamlessly to form the most beautiful pallet.

"Well, this is something." Louis says softly. More to himself than for anyone to hear.

Zayn's head is perched on Liam's shoulder. Liam's smiling as the day breaks. Niall takes a pull from a joint and tilts his head up to the sky as he releases the powerful smoke. Harry's staring at Louis.

Niall clears his throat. Harry turns and sees his smirk and a sly wink as he takes the offered joint.

"Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal."

Everyone turns to Liam.

"Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle."

Zayn lifts his head and smiles.

"My job's ain't a job, it's a damn good time

City to city I'm running my rhymes."

Liam points to Harry. He smirks and joins in next.

"On location, touring around the nation

Beastie Boys always on vacation

Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable

I do what I do best because I'm willing and able."

Niall cackles and continues the next verse.

"Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking

Going coast to coast watching all the girlies shaking

While you're at the job working nine to five, The Beastie Boys at the Garden - cold kickin' it live

No sleep 'til -

Another place - another train

Another bottle in the brain

Another girl - another fight

Another drive all night."

Louis takes over and Harry loses it as he polishes them all.

"Our manager's crazy, he always smokes dust

He's got his own room at the back of the bus

Tour around the world, you rock around the clock

Plane to hotel, girls on the jock

We're trashing hotels like it's going out of style

Getting paid along the way cause it's worth your while

Four on the floor - Adrock's out the door

M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore

We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack

With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back

Why won't you take my ride."

They all shout the next lines as the sun graces the horizon.

"No sleep 'til

No sleep 'til

Brooklyn!

No sleep 'til

Brooklyn!"

Last but never the least, Zayn joins in.

"Ain't seen the light since we started this band

M.C.A. - get on the mic my man

Born and bred Brooklyn - U.S.A.

They call me Adam Yauch - but I'm M.C.A."

Liam closes out the final verse.

"Like a lemon to a lime - a lime to a lemon

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Got limos, arena, TV shows

Autograph pictures and classy hoes

Step off homes - get out of my way

Taxing little girlies from here to L.A

Waking up but I get to sleep

Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week."

They belt the end of the song as rays of golden autumn sun warm their skin.

"No sleep 'til

No sleep 'til

Brooklyn!

No sleep 'til

Brooklyn!

No sleep 'til

Brooklyn!

No sleep 'til

Brooklyn!"

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