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A/N: Or the one in which for some reason Larry didn’t come out at the end of the tour and even though they had changed management. For publicity purposes, they still have to wait a few months to come out. So this happens during their break while they are at home (I’m lame, I know, sorry lol)

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Pairing: Larry Word count: 1.4k By Ste

- Hazza, what are you doing? - Louis asked in a husky voice, after some minutes trying to go back to sleep, but unable to because of a constantly moving Harry by his side. Not much could wake up Louis during his sleep, but you could include an impatient Harry to that list.

- Did I wake you? - Harry replied surprised, but in a low tone of voice. He was not expecting Louis to wake up at that time. He tried his best to stay quiet, but apparently, it didn't work.

- No, I'm talking in my sleep, Harold... - Louis said sarcastically. Harry sometimes was too naive for his own good - Yeah, you stirring like a puppy that can't find the best position on its owner's lap woke me up. What's wrong?

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The one after the anniversary show

"That's what I'm talking about. We love love here. We just love it (...) Thanks for being with us for your ANNIVERSARY!"

Harry talks to a couple on stage about their wedding anniversary on September 28th.

Louis wishes he had talked about their own wedding anniversary instead.

A/N: I wrote this right after their concert on September 28th and inspired by this (x), so I hope whoever reads this enjoys it :)

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Pairing: Larry

Word count: 1.5k

"Thank you, London! Have a great night, take care!"

Those were Harry’s last words before bowing to the crowd along with the other boys. He then blew kisses to the crowd and thanked them again in praying hands before heading backstage, where the other three were already. He ran to the green room and before he could take off his earpiece properly and actually step inside the room, Louis was already standing 2 centimeters from his face.

"The fuck, Harold?"

Rising Through the Abyss - Chapter One

Chapter One

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Broken and Voiceless - Chapter Three

I started to realize who my real family was. Enrique was more like a brother than a cousin, his friends almost also like brothers to me. Doctor Gregor soon became the father I emotionally needed, a man I could tell anything to. Luther, who I snuck chats with when my mother got business calls on her cellphone, was a lot like my grandpa, a man that I didn’t get to interact with often. I realized that this makeshift family wasn’t the most organized, or really the most real, but all that mattered to me was that these people made me happy. There was one Sunday I went to church with Enrique. Church was something my parents only did on holidays, but Enrique and his family did every Sunday. The thing that got me was that they didn’t pick one of the pretty churches like my parents did, but they picked--frequented--one that was in the more rundown area of Detroit. A place I was forbidden to ever set foot in. “Sometimes I usher here. You know what an usher is?” I nodded and reached up to grab Enrique’s hand, who was looking down at me as he spoke. “Of course she knows what an usher is, she’s a smart girl,” Enrique’s mama replied. This statement made Enrique smile broadly as he guided all of us to a pew. It took a minute to realize why I couldn’t read the lyrics in the hymnal or understand what anybody was saying: everything was in Spanish. We were in a Latino church. When I looked around, really looked around, I made note of me being the only white person in the whole building. Is this how a person of minority felt on a daily basis? I knew I didn’t feel scared, but there was indeed a discomfort gnawing at my insides. For some reason, I yearned for Tal, or for that matter, any other white person to be standing next to me. Why though, I knew not. In my mind I knew that all these people were good natured, kind of heart, and that there was no reason to feel the discomfort I was feeling, and yet it stayed within me. Why, if I got separated from Enrique, would any of these people understand English? There had to be a reason as to why they were all speaking Spanish. Where were these thoughts coming from? These fears, they were irrational, and yet they were coming into my head at such a fast pace. “Hey, kid, relax. I’m here.” My head snapped towards the speaker, my eyes looking into purple ones that I had known so well. Tal had come to my rescue. Overall, I had enjoyed the church experience and had decided to go to one, by myself, on Sundays. You know, closer to home. Sometimes what the man at the front had to say was boring, but I did indeed enjoy the singing. The woman I sat next to, a very large black woman that always wore pretty dresses and matching hats, also must have liked to sing, because whenever she opened her mouth to sing, she was the only voice that I heard. I learned that the woman’s name was Miss Julibe. She thought that it was awful “cute” that I always had some spare change to throw into the offering plate. Miss Julibe had three sons, all sent away to college. She missed them greatly and wondered if I would like to come over for lunch, seeing as she didn’t live too far away. I didn’t see the harm of going to lunch with her, seeing as she was so kind, so I gladly accepted. Sitting in the living room as Miss Julibe hustled and bustled in the kitchen, I realized that this was the first apartment I had ever been in. Miss Julibe’s apartment decor mainly consisted of photos. Photos of her sons, pets, and what looked like her daddy. She had potted plants out on the balcony, and lots of them. Pink flowers, blue flowers, and even yellow ones. Just a rainbow of flowers. The woman must of been lonely, what with her sons in college and, to my assumption, no husband. Who could blame her? I had a few people that I talked to, yet at times still felt completely alone.This loneliness usually crept into me when I was home alone, Tal doing god only knows what and my parents “busy” out socializing. Of course, they left me with a babysitter, they weren’t stupid, but my babysitter always called over a group of her friends and primarily excluded me. I didn’t like the things they talked about anyway, they weren’t like Owen and Landon. Those two talked more about the funny things that happened at school, and when Landon actually lead a conversation, he spoke of fascinating things that actually put my mind to work. Alaine the babysitter and her friends were probably turning my poor brain into mush. “Little lady, you ever have gumbo?” Miss Julibe called from the kitchen. “No ma’am, never.” “Please, call me Miss Julibe.” “No Miss Julibe, I have never had gumbo.” Miss Julibe gave off a laugh and said, “Well, let’s hope that mine is a good enough first impression.” Miss Julibe came out into the living room holding two blue plastic bowls. Steam rolled out of both and the smell emanating from them was rather inviting. The taste was equally as good, for I sat there scraping the bottom of the bowl with my spoon. “My, my, looks like you really liked it.Or maybe you was starving for days. You don’t live on the streets, do ya?” “No Miss Julibe, I live on 631 West Boston Boulevard.” “No wonder you’re done up so pretty. You one of them fancy gals.” “Miss Julibe, what do you mean?” “Your parents have good, steady jobs. Probably work at the factory. Managers?” “Yes ma’am.” “Why, I work two jobs and have to live in this tiny little apartment. Goodness am I lucky that my boys got to go to college. Took a lot of saving, but I did it. Boy, did I do it.” “Two jobs? You should be rich!” “I wish. When the boys were around, we got by on food stamps and money from the government.” “Miss Julibe, are you poor?” “Some people may think I live in poverty, I suppose. There are people out there living worse than I am though. I ain’t living the high life, but it could be a lot worse.” “What do you mean?” “I’ll show you what real poverty is like. My sister, she lives in poverty. C’mon little lady, let’s go.” We walked down streets that were unfamiliar to me; streets that smelled like sewage and looked torn, dilapidated. I had no idea what part of Detroit we were in, but I didn’t like it. Miss Julibe was the only protection I had against the hoards of gaunt looking teens gathered by the mouths of alleyways. Many of the people I saw were African American, and once again I felt disquieted, just like I did when I went to church with Enrique. The husky Miss Julibe guided me into one of the tall, brick apartment buildings. Smell after smell protruded my nose, most of them unpleasant. There was, however, the faint aroma of a freshly baked cherry pie. My mother rarely baked, but Enrique’s mother had a knack for it. Her house would be filled with all sorts of pleasant, nose tickling smells. “You smell that, baby girl? That’s my sister baking. She makes the best pies in our whole family.” “And you make the best gumbo.” “You got that right little missy. I learned from the best, my grandma, God bless her soul.” Miss Julibe stopped in front of one of the apartment doors and before knocking, said to me, “Here, this is my sister’s apartment.”

Three swift knocks on the door numbered apartment two hundred nine and it went flying open. In the doorway stood a dark woman, thin a frail looking. In her arms she was holding a little baby that was chewing on a carrot.

“Marie?” Ah, so this was Miss Julibe’s name. “What are you doing here?” “I’m showing this young lady around town. She didn’t really understand poverty.” “Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Miss Julibe shrugged and brought me into the apartment. The space was cramped, the furniture and appliances old, worn.

My parents would have a fit if they found me here.

Miss Julibe took the baby out of her sister’s arms and disappeared into what I assumed was the bedroom. Her sister took my hand and sat with me on the sofa, saying, “So, what’s your name little missy?” “Nicoletta Weber. What’s your name?” “Pecola. Like the character in the book, The Bluest Eye.” “I wish I was named after a character in a book. I really like books.” As is completely ignoring my statement and wanting me out of her home as soon as possible, Pecola asked, “What exactly do you want to know about poverty?” “Um, I guess. . .what is it like?”

“It isn’t easy living paycheck to paycheck. Now that we got the baby, that don’t help none either.” “How does poverty happen?” “Some are born into it. Jus’ like you was born into a nice, cozy family. When you finish schooling you’ll probably get a nice, high paying job and probably find yourself a man that’s a doctor or a lawyer. You two will live in a big ole house with a lush green backyard and a classic little white picket fence, and soon enough, you’ll have children running around the place. Your kids will still be in highschool when you get to retire, while I’ll probably be working as many jobs as I can. While your kids repeat your lifestyle, mine will repeat my lifestyle.” “Miss Pecola, why don’t you come live with me and my mommy and daddy? We can take care of you so that you never ever have to work again, never have to worry.” Miss Pecola gave off a chuckle and answered, “Ah, children. How innocent they are. Child, I couldn’t do that. Your mommy and daddy wouldn’t be happy with that.” “Why?” “Goodness gracious, you as a lot of questions. Speaking of yo’ mommy and daddy, aren’t they wondering where you be? I think it’s about time Marie takes you home.”

When I finally got home, the only one to ask me about my whereabouts was Tal. Both my parents were locked away in their offices, as usual.

“Where were you? You were gone all day,” Tal said to me as I flopped down unto my bed and grabbed my stuffed lizard, a gift given to me by my grandmother when she has visited Arizona.

“You know that I go to church on Sundays.” “Yeah, but church doesn’t last that long. Plus, you smell like poor people.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” To hide the guilt that may have been on my face, I rolled over onto my stomach and squished my face into the pillows. “Okay, sure, that’s why you’re hiding. Now c’mon,” he tugged at my shoulder, “you know that you can tell me. Don’t you trust me?” “Go away Tal!” “Make me!”

Tal continued to tug at my shoulder until I finally sat up and screamed, “I went to the bad part of Detroit! I talked to a woman named Pecola about poverty and I offered her a place to stay. She refused and then sent me home.” The look of shock on Tal’s face made me lower my head and pull my lizard close to my chest. When I took the smallest gander up at Tal, his dark eyebrows were closely knit together.

“How’d you even manage to get there?” “Miss Julibe took me.” “And I’m supposed to know who that is?” “She’s a woman that I always sit next to in church. I guess she’s lonely because her sons are in college. Today, she invited me over for lunch.” “What did the two of you eat?” “Something she called ‘gumbo’. It was real good.” “I’m going to church with you next time so I can meet this lady. Make sure she isn’t a serial killer or anything.”

The rest of the Sunday I spent in my room, playing with Tal. He told me of his day, of the strange things that happened to him. I remember falling asleep on a bundle of blankets that were strewn across the floor, only to wake up in my own bed.

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Broken and Voiceless - Chapter Two

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It hurts To be ignored Just that hint of acknowledgement burns through you As if you are important enough Tormented I know you see me, Hear my whispers Why would you chose to hurt me? Maybe it's just more fun Does it make you feel powerful, Like you are somebody important? Well, You're no longer important to me And I'm happy to have you out of my life. Good riddance

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Truthful Lies - Chapter Two

Out on the porch, I said my goodbyes to Arik. I could have always gone over to his place, and sometimes I did, but now I could not. I mean goodness, I had a guest over at the house. “You sure you don’t wanna sneak over? Maybe at midnight, like when we were younger?”

“Arik, you know I can not do that. Not today.” “What about tomorrow though?” he asked in a heartbroken manner. I slid my hands into his back pockets and answered, “Do not worry about it, everything will be fine. I promise.” He smiled lamentably and sighed, “Okay, if you say so. Guess. . .guess I should get going then.” “Drive safe.” We kissed goodbye and I stood outside until his Chevy Volt practically disappeared from my eyesight. With a mournful sigh I went back into the house and up to my room. Instantly I sat at my piano and started to play “Clarie de Lune” by Claude Debussy. “You are really good on the piano,” Emery whispered from the corner of my room. He was also clutching the comforter off my bed in his skinny fingered hands. I completely ignored his statement and instead replied, “Emery, are you okay?” I stood from the piano bench and went over to him, placing my arm around his shoulders. He was like the little brother I never had. “Guess I am just exhausted from everything that went on today. I cannot sleep. It sucks.” I nodded in agreement. There was nothing worse than being dog tired and unable to actually sleep. “Do you want to talk about something? Maybe it will help.” With barely a pause he blurted, “Tell me about Arik.” I felt a blush crawl across the skin on my cheeks and answered, “Well, he is twenty-seven, four years my senior, and he works as a lawyer at a building in the city. He really enjoys working as a lawyer. You should have seen his face when he learned he passed his bar exam. He grew up in the country too though, and I know that he sometimes misses it down here. Always says that the city is awfully crowded and cold hearted.” “He seems nice, and he obviously makes you happy. Have you two. .um, well-” “No, we haven’t slept together. We both believe in marriage first.” “He is lying to you. I mean, he totally wants you.Besides, you two will probably marry. I say do it.” I laughed and stood up, helping Emery up as well. “I will keep that in mind for tomorrow night. It is our fourth year of being together.” I gave Emery a quick hug before sending him off to bed.He was an extremely nice boy. The way his blonde hair barely passed his green eyes was just adorable. I found the boy to be just as cute as a button. Along with that, he was very much like one of the Sunday school children. He was a child at heart that could find a simplistic answer to some of the most complex questions. As the night continued on and I did not tire, I decided to go out into the woods. The woods was my favourite place to be due to the peacefulness that tended to radiate from them. It always calmed my nerves to be in there as well. Why, I met Arik in the very same woods. We were both little, myself seven and he eleven. He was fishing at the small creek that we still tend to visit. Being somewhat of a brat when I was little, I ran over to him and pushed him into the creek. Somehow after that, we became best friends. In high school, people always either thought we were brother and sister or dating. I guess we spent a lot of our time together. Funny how we did not start dating until college. It started with the same spur of the moment attitude as when we first met. We were studying in my dorm room, himself about law and I about music, when all of a sudden, I got the overwhelming desire to just have my lips brush along his own. So, I did it. Thank the Lord we did not sleep together, even though we were pretty close to doing it. We stuck with the mature route and decided to wait. Then I thought about Emery’s advice. I mean, we had been together for four years. Granted, people that have dated longer than we have tend to still break-up. But did they know each other since they were little kids? I doubted it. So really, what was the harm? To my belief, you are to only be married so that you would be with somebody you loved. I for one, am completely crazy about Arik. So it was settled. Tomorrow night was going to be extra special. The next morning I got a call from Arik. He of course had caught the flu. “Do you want me to come over?” “Oh bug, I do not want you to get sick. Plus, you do not want to spend the day taking care of me.” “Pah! I’ll be over in a little while.” I hung up, got myself all dolled up, and quickly threw together a makeshift breakfast of even more flapjacks and bacon. “You look awfully nice.” “Thank you kindly, Emery.” “No problem. I can finish up those pancakes for you too. Go on, have some fun with your ‘man’.” I gave Emery a hug, thanked him, and left to go take care of Arik. Thankfully my clunker of a truck started, unlike a few days ago. The drive there was somewhat hectic from some people trying to get to work on time, even though it was a Sunday. The cars were too fancy for them to even think about spending some time in the good Lord’s home. When I finally got to Arik’s apartment building and buzzed in, I could feel some of the stress immediately roll off of my body. I unlocked his door and walked in to the smell of cooking bacon and other breakfast like foods. “Arik, what are you up to? From the kitchen he appeared wearing the pink apron he got me for Christmas and having flour upon his face, “I made breakfast for you Claribel.” “I thought you were sick though. . .” “I, uh, kinda-” “Lied. To make sure I would get my butt over here I assume?” He nodded at me sheepishly. I smiled at him and kissed his nose, “Mister Northcote, you did not have to lie. Now you will have to be punished.” “I thought we were going to wait though for that kind of thing.” “Well,” I pulled him closer by his belt loops, “you love me and I love you so why don’t we-” Instantly he scooped me up and threw me unto the couch. “Jesus Claribel, you do not know how long I have been waiting for this moment..” He grabbed my shirt and practically ripped it off. I was going to wait until later tonight and make make it more romantic, but I found myself swept up in the same emotions as Arik. Then I remembered that he was cooking something. “Arik!” I pushed him off and he thudded unto the ground, “I don’t want this building to catch on fire!” The look of confusion he gave me was totally priceless. “What in God’s name are you talking about?” “Your breakfast.” “Shit!” He ran into the kitchen and the smell of burning bacon filling my nostrils and soon the entire small apartment room. I sauntered in after him and took a glance at what damage had been done. He had made these little heart shaped pancakes, unharmed, scrambles eggs, which were also fine, and the bacon, oh the poor bacon, was burnt through and through. “This looks awfully tasty hon.” “R-really?” “Of course! The pancakes are absolutely adorable. Why not take off your manly apron and we will eat.” He casted the apron off into the other room and we began on our feast. “Claribel, I have something to tell you. I was going to wait, but I just can’t wait any longer.” He drew a small box out on his pocket and got unto bent knee. “Claire, from the moment I saw you I knew we would be really good friends. Sure we had our fights, but so does everybody. Then in college you took me by surprise once again by kissing me. I’ll tell you, it was much better than being pushed into a creek. I love you, and you love me. You even said so earlier. I want. . .I want to be by your side forever,” he opened the box and inside was a beautifully crafted diamond ring, “will you marry me?” Through choked tears I gave him the answer I knew he was already sure he was going to get, “Yes!” He stood up, I stood up, and he drew me into his arms and gave me a swift twirl. “I love you so much Claribel,” he whispered as he slid the ring unto my finger. “I can’t wait to tell everybody! This is so exciting Arik,” I kissed him, “and I love you too.” “What. . .what do we do now? I was going to propose to you way later then this.” He smiled meekly and scuffed the ground with his foot. “Well, what else did you have in mind for today?” “Oh!” Without telling me what was going on, he grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door and into his car. “I have some special stuff planned for the future misses Northcote.” “Well goodness, let us get right to it then.”

The day was filled with many fantastic outings. First we went to the Spartanburg art museum, one that I had wanted to go to for years. Then, we went on a hot air balloon trip around the city. Afterwards, we had a picnic in a nearby park. We then decided to stroll the streets of Spartanburg. In a few of the shops we had found some cute little knickknacks to bring back home. It was not quiet time for dinner, so we decided to go out and see a movie, which was as perfect as the whole day. When we finally got back home, Arik prepared dinner. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” he asked.

“I did, did you?” “It could not have been any better.” For dinner, he had made pasta and chicken gratin and he had bought Chardonnay. After, we spent some quality time together. It was such a well planned night, I loved it completely.

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- Did I wake you? - Harry replied surprised, but in a low tone of voice. He was not expecting Louis to wake up at that time. He tried his best to stay quiet, but apparently, it didn't work.

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The one after the anniversary show

"That's what I'm talking about. We love love here. We just love it (...) Thanks for being with us for your ANNIVERSARY!"

Harry talks to a couple on stage about their wedding anniversary on September 28th.

Louis wishes he had talked about their own wedding anniversary instead.

A/N: I wrote this right after their concert on September 28th and inspired by this (x), so I hope whoever reads this enjoys it :)

Read it on AO3

Pairing: Larry

Word count: 1.5k

"Thank you, London! Have a great night, take care!"

"The fuck, Harold?"

Rising Through the Abyss - Chapter One

Chapter One

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Broken and Voiceless - Chapter Three

My parents would have a fit if they found me here.

When I finally got home, the only one to ask me about my whereabouts was Tal. Both my parents were locked away in their offices, as usual.

“Where were you? You were gone all day,” Tal said to me as I flopped down unto my bed and grabbed my stuffed lizard, a gift given to me by my grandmother when she has visited Arizona.

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Broken and Voiceless - Chapter Two

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