Omg literally the entire Are you afraid of God? fic but definitely when they first meet. They were really soulmates from the beginning š„ŗ
Ahhhhhh I love you so much š„ŗ Are You Afraid of God is one of my favourite fics Iāve ever written, and hardly anyoneās read it and it fills me with so much warmth that you like it šŖ
The fall wasnāt as long this time, and there wasnāt even enough time for him to feel any real fear before he was landing hard on a wooden floor. He tried to roll out of the way of any of the flooring that was falling around him, but he still copped a piece of wood to his forehead that made him wince.
If anything, this city just seemed to like watching him fall.
He stood up gingerly, brushing dust off his clothes and twisting his back to make sure he wasnāt hurt. It all seemed pointless though when he heard a loud scream, and then a heavy book thwacked him in the side of the face.
āOw, what the fuck?ā He clutched his face where it was throbbing, eyes squeezed shut and slightly dazed.
By the time he blinked his eyes open, heād already been hit in the leg by another book and felt another one fly past his head. Heād fallen directly into the library apparently, and he clumsily twisted out of the line of fire as his vision came back into focus.
The man was hiding half behind one of the banisters on the staircase leading to the bay window, three more books tucked under one arm, another raised in the air with the obvious intention of throwing it straight at Louis again. Not knowing what else to do, Louis threw his hands out, palms forward, and stepped cautiously towards him.
āHey, no, wait!ā Louis managed to get out, but he flinched as the man raised his hand higher, the threat clear. He looked terrified, and Louisā heart broke. He lowered his voice, and took another step forward. āStop, please. Iām not here to hurt you.ā
The man lowered his hand in a minute movement, but it was enough for Louis to feel something akin to hope within the warm swelling in his chest. āWho are you? How did you get in here? I ā no oneās ever been in here before,ā he whispered, lowering his hand completely, but not dropping the book. His voice was deeper than Louis had expected, and it shot through him in waves that made him relax.
He looked so defeated now, standing in front of Louis with his toes slightly turned inward, his fingers holding tight and his hand trembling. Louis had the strongest urge to wrap him up in his arms, stroke the worried crinkle between his eyebrows until itād vanished, stroke his hair until he fell asleep.
Mightāve been too much, too soon, though.
āām nameās Tomlinson,ā he explained, stepping closer as the man came out completely from behind the banister. āIām a friend, please, Iām here to help you.ā
The reply was instant. āNo oneās ever tried to help me before.ā He dropped the books and Louis sighed with relief, waiting patiently as the man slowly walked over. He cocked his head, looking Louis up and down, and then lifted his hand to slowly press their palms together where Louisā was still in front of him. āAre you real?ā
He was taller up close, although not enough to really tower over Louis, and his hand was slightly bigger, smooth and soft despite the touches of handiwork Louis had seen on the way in.
The warmth that flooded Louis at the touch was immediate, soothing and right, and everything that had happened up until this point was instantly worth it. When the man entwined their fingers with a cautious optimism, eyes wide and staring at their hands, Louis knew that anything after this would be worth it too.
Louis squeezed his fingers gently and looked him directly in the eye. Intense green stared back, more alive than anything heād already seen up here in the clouds. āIām real enough.ā
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