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merlinsfuckingbeard ha contestado a tu publicaciĂłn: #not convinced that louis tomlinson likes x-men...
it would be a beautiful thing for zilo to sit down and have a superhero movie marathon and for liam or louis to suggest âthe last stand" and zayn taking the dvd from their hands and burning it right in front of them and saying âno bandmate of mine"
HE IS SAVING THEM FROM THEMSELVES. they should know better after the wolverine origins incident. he JUST barely allows x2 on the bus bc of how the jean grey/phoenix plotline ended up being.
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rimmingniall replied to your post: fromcainwithlove replied to y...
itâs weird because i zay lilo âlee-louâ but zilo âzee-lowâ lmfao
Hee, I say lie-low and zie-low! AT LEAST I AM CONSISTENTLY WRONG. :D
merlinsfuckingbeard replied to your post: fromcainwithlove replied to y...
Me too!!! Chloe always bothers me about it and even though I know that its not a logical pronunciation I canât help it Iâve been saying lie-low for a year :((((
ME TOO :( or well since August. *high five of wrong but unchangeable pronunciation*!!
hi, it's me again and this time i come bearing gratuitous h/c because it is my favorite thing ever and i finally got to write some.Â
for josie, who's an angst/h/c junkie like myself.Â
this is liam and louis and harry centric but mostly liam and louis because i'm nothing if not completely predictable. Â (zayn and niall are mentioned and the verse this exists in my head has lots of ot5 planned). i apologize for any typos that exist
~2300 words
heâs about to go into work when his phone buzzes with a text alert. he pulls it out of his pocket; itâs from liam and itâs probably something stupid like, âlook how many pieces of gum harry stuffed in his mouthâ with an attached picture of harry, wad of gum sitting on his touch, mouth wide open. the point is that whatever it is can wait until later when he has the time to send a proper reply. (something along the lines: you two are fucking morons.)
he helps a few customers (an older woman who very nicely asks if they have anything by the beatles, an irish lad who takes his âcan I help you find something?â as invitation to tell louis about how much he loves the eagles. Â âchanged me fucking lifeâ) before he settles down behind the counter, preparing for a lazy afternoon attempting to beat his high score on temple run.Â
he types in his passcode and the small one box in the corner reminds him about liamâs messge. he presses the icon at the bottom of his screen and prepares to roll his eyes at whatever mess is surely to fill his screen. however what he finds instead is a short, quick text that says, âharry and I were in a car wreck. at thehospital. please hurry.âÂ
thereâs no emoticons, no long drawn letters or glaring typos. just nine words that have his mind racing and his stomach somewhere around his knees. he scrubs a hand through his fringe, sends a quick text to zayn about an emergency before grabbing his store keys to lock up the register. he barely remembers to lock the store before heâs rushing out the front of it.
he probably breaks a few speed limits getting to the hospital, thinks he almost hit an elderly lady who was walking out the main entrance. he finds the closet parking spot that wonât get him a ticket (at least he thinks it wonât) and sprints inside. itâs only  then that it occurs to him that he has no idea where liam and harry actually are; could be anywhere in this unnaturally clean, yet still so unclean, scarily massive building. Â
he pulls out his phone and texts liam. âIm here where are you?â itâs a few minutes before he gets a reply back, words misspelled in typical liam fashion. he huffs out a breath to keep from tearing up over something so silly but it means liamâs okay . âforth flooor im in a chairâ.  he rushes over to lift door and jams the button repeatedly in some futile attempt to get him to liam faster. a few seconds later the doors open and he steps away and starts scanning the room for a (probably) pacing liam.Â
what he finds instead is liam hunched over in uncomfortably small plastic chair (right his text had said that), head in his hands, knees jerking up and down spastically. the sight sends a rush of overwhelming relief to his gut because liamâs alive; heâs breathing. Â
liamâs shirt is torn and dirty and he very carefully does not focus on the rusty stain dotting the front. he walks quickly towards him and now that heâs up close, the cuts in liamâs knuckles and the dried blood under his fingernail stand starkly against his pale skin. he kneels down in front of liam, surprised liam hasnât already looked up upon hearing his footsteps, and places a gentle hand on liamâs shoulder.Â
liam looks up at him and liam tries not to flinch at the dark bruise blooming under the bandage across liamâs temple, a mixture of purple and angry red peaking out from the stark white.  heâs got a few other cuts across his nose and lip that look irritatingly painful. the look heâs got fixed on louis is a one of relief but also bewilderment; like he canât believe louis is right in front of him.Â
âyouâre here,â he croaks and thereâs a definite hint of tears welling up in his eyes, âI thought---â and he moves forward to pull louis into him, fingers gripped tight in the back of shirt, face buried into the crook of his neck heâs shaking louis realizes, like itâs taking all his strength to hold on, like he might fall over if louis lets go.
âof course Iâm here.â he murmurs, rubbing up and down against liamâs spine soothingly, âIâm sorry it took me so long.â he holds liam there for awhile, starts carding his fingers through his hair, waits until liamâs rough breathing evens out to something resembling normalcy before he questions him further.Â
âare you okay?,â he asks even though he knows the answer, knows what liamâs reply will be before he says it but he has to ask because heâs not been this scared in his life, not since he lost his mother wandering around a Sainsburyâs when he was 5, terrified that heâd never find her again. his whole body flooding with that same uninhibited sense of terror that made him scream and cry until she found and scooped him into his arms.
he doesnât focus too long on the thought of losing liam and harry; doesnât like to picture a world where he doesnât come home to them at night or roll his eyes at dumb text messages that make him smile.Â
ââm fine. just a concussion, â louis scoffs at just a concussion.  liam mouths twists upward briefly before settling back into a frown, âharryâs in surgery. arm got crushed in the impact. heâs okay too though.â
louis huffs out another breath, letâs mind slow down from when it started racing at the word âsurgeryâ. everyoneâs okay. his boys are okay.
âshould open with that last bit next time.â his voice comes a little choked, lightly punching against liamâs shoulder as he says it.  liam doesnât respond but instead  starts to lean heavier against him; his breathing starting to roughen up again, fingernails digging into louisâs back.
âhey hey,â he says when liam starts to pitch forward, âletâs sit back, yeah.â he pushes liam into a sitting position, pushes his head gently between his knees. liamâs ghost white and chest rising, short and shallow and tight.Â
ââm okay, just a litâle dizzy.â liam slurs quietly even though heâs starting to tip to the side. louis moves to sit beside, hand still on his knee to keep him somewhat steady. he eases liam down until heâs got his head in his lap, strokes his temple lightly.Â
âyou let them give you anything for the pain or are you really that big of moron?â
liamâs hand moves to grasp louisâs knee. âhad to---needed to be âwake. for haz,â his eyes are closed and now that heâs lying flat heâs got a bit of colour back in his cheeks, though still frowning deeply.
he wants to yell at liam more for being such a dolt but liam looks so small in his lap and his guilt for not being there earlier sits like a lump of ice in his gut. he should have been here to take care of liam, make sure he let himself be taken care. that was his job. liamâs awful at it especially when he thinks louis or harry need him to be okay. Â
liamâs quiet for awhile, breathing more even now and for a second louis thinks heâs fallen asleep but then his quiet voice speaks out, âhe was so scared, lou. kept screaming for us and they wouldnât---I couldnât get to him.â the hand on louisâs knee tightens, âI was so afraid we were gonna---â
he doesnât want to hear those words in liamâs voice, doesnât need that almost reality brought to light again. âshhh, shhh, itâs okay. heâs okay. youâre okay. weâre all gonna be okay, li, I promise.â he says it for liam, but mostly for himself, needs the promise of safety to anchor him here instead of letting his mind drift into every what if and worst case scenario.
they sit in silence after that, louisâs other hand now tangled with liamâs and resting on liamâs hip. he feels liam doze off after awhile, grip relaxed against his knee. he trains his eyes on the clock, watches the minute hand tick slowly from one tic to the next. it seems forever before heâs shaking liamâs shoulder because a doctor has come out.Â
liamâs face pinches painfully as he sits up and he struggles to stand up even with louisâs help. louis wants to push him back into a chair, doesnât like the sweat beading across his grey face but he knows arguing with liam isnât worth the energy, knows liam will pass out cold against the ground before he finds out if harryâs doing okay.
they hobble over to where the doctorâs standing, louisâs arm on liamâs waist, liamâs across louisâs shouders. he can feel liam fighting to stay upright and awake, finally pushing liamâs head into his neck when he drops his chin to his chest, ignoring the strange look the doctor is giving them.Â
he tells harryâs fine, in recovery. arm held together with screws and pins, that barring any complications heâll be cleared to go home in a day or two. liam sags against him in what he hopes is more a gesture of relief rather than a fight with consciousness.
He tells them a nurse will come and get them when heâs settled in a room and louis shakes his hand, shifting liamâs weight against him to do and thanks him for the both of them.Â
âli, you still with me?â and he breathes out when he feels a barely perceptible nod against his neck. he then moves them back to the chairs and eases them down to wait. liam doesnât move his head from itâs tucked which is no problem for louis, like that he can feel liamâs warm breath tickle the fine hairs there as he exhales.Â
he feels exhausted now, the adrenaline finally wearing off and he lies his head on top of liamâs and closes his eyes. he doesnât mean to doze off but the next time he opens his eyes a nurse with short brown hair, a soft eyes heâs shaking them awake.  he blinks rapidly, trying to wake himself from the fog of sleep. liamâs still groggy but has lifted his head to louisâs shoulder.
âsorry to disturb you but harryâs asking for you.â her voice is kind and sheâs looking over at liam with a bit of concern, like sheâs not sure doesnât need to find him a hospital bed too.Â
he stands up, pulling liam with him and together they follow the nurse as she leads them down the hall and around the corner to harryâs room. he can hear harry before he sees him. heâs singing something off tune, voice slurred. liam winces beside him as the sound gets louder the closer they get.
âTHERE YOU AREEEE. LIAAAMMMMM. LOUWEEEEEEEEEEEEEâ his hands are gesturing wildy and his pupils are pinpoints, the green around them hilariously bright. his arm is elevated on two pillows, lying loosely in a sling. heâs got cuts along his face and he can see the bruise of where the seatbelt had rubbed his skin raw.
âsettle down, haz. nobody needs to hear that.â  harry just smiles goofily and he thinks once things settle down heâll have some excellent future blackmail material on his hands but for now heâs happy to grab one of harryâs gesticulating arms and hold his hand tight while the nurse helps liam sit in a chair perched beside the bed.
âthis is louweeee.â he says to no one in particular, âheâs my best frienddddd.â
ânow harold youâre gonna make liam here feel left out.â liam huffs and that, making louis smile in a way that doesnât feel forced. he can do banter, can make this situation feel as normal as possible. he may have not been there to stop this from happening but he can make this okay again.
âwhereâs leeeeyum? come out come out wherever you areeee.â harry looks around, head lazily turning to this side and that as his face scans the room from liamâs buzzed top.Â
âright here, harry.â liam says, squeezing harryâs thigh so harry knows where to look. harryâs eyes light up again and louis definitely does not swallow against a lump in his throat. Â
âyouâre hereee. couldnât find you earlier,â harryâs face drops into childish pout, âmade me sad. right hereâ he finishes untangling his hand with louisâs so he point directly at his chest.Â
âIâm right here. weâre not going anywhere.â his voice is tight, but strong, giveing harryâs thigh another reassuring squeezing, even though louis can see heâs shaking.  the words make louis feel warm all over, safe he realizes and even he shakes head because even when heâs not even trying liamâs taking care of him.Â
he moves sit on the edge of the bed so he can place his hand on top of liamâs, lets their hands tangle together, likes the way liam smiles at him for that.Â
theyâre gonna be okay because liamâs right, theyâre not going anywhere and thatâs enough.
merlinsfuckingbeard replied to your post: But who is that guy in the middle of the pyramid who looks super excited to be there? He does not look adult like idk is he a fan??
itâs calum from 5sos!
jazzathebunny replied to your post: B...
It was Calum from 5 Seconds of Summer. So still lucky, but not a fan. :)
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