SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY x2 - A TEAR IN THE SKY
I am the kid perpetually late to class. Here is a quick snip of something veeery new and still in the plotting stages (hence no moodboard and a tentative working title) the first of my abo fest fics. It’s gonna hit close to the book/film Never Let Me Go 😬 yup. that much angst.
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“December twenty fourth, nineteen ninety one- oh, special year for ya lad.” Niall gets nothing in response, not that he was expecting it. “Brown hair, blue eyes, six pounds three ounces at birth, just a wee thing.”
He flips the document. “Your death certificate, issued four hours after your birth.” He taps the page and leans forward like they’re sharing a secret. “Reckon that’s a bit outdated now, ain’t it?”
and because I am conflicted and can’t decide which to post but also was tagged more than once, here is another:
It’ll take walking a fine line to get Louis to truly open up to them, Niall knows, but he’s also got the largest achilles heel of any of them. This could work, so long as they don’t completely cripple him.
“Keep them away from me.”
Niall tsks, recalling the game of rock-paper-scissors against Malik that had allowed him to narrowly escape facing the livid woman. “Your ma will be a hard one to shake-“
“Harry and Liam.” Louis speaks as though Niall hadn’t, his voice so deep it vibrates in Niall’s ribcage. “Keep them away from me.”