#wait4ever

Finally what?

Finally you found me.

That’s not very helpful. How do you even know who I am? Or that I’m the right person?

Mostly I know because only you can see my words in this journal, my dear Harry.

And I know because you said you have the right initials, the right tattoo, and because you are in the right place. And because you are impatient as ever, my love.

Who are you?

-from The Journal by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou​ and RecycledStardust / @wait4ever​

#may we lift each other up

awwww The World Will Open Its Arms! xxxxx

1. i’m not a very visual person, so sometimes when i imagine my fics i have certain vibes i’m going for or particular ways i want the fic to be structured or seen? if that makes sense? with this one it was very much just a glimpse into their lives. i wanted it to feel like someone was just stopping by and peering through the window of the diner for that one night and seeing what happened. i’m pretty proud of myself with how i portrayed it, actually, even though it’s always got people wanting more haha

2. people have asked me a lot how much of a tip louis left and i... don’t know. i never really decided on that. what i do know is that harry used every penny buying things he needed for the baby and he was so incredibly grateful. he hadn’t been sure before that whether he would be able to afford more than just a pack n play, but louis’ tip helped him get a proper crib.

3. their first date, louis took harry out of the small town he was stuck in. louis took him back to the city and showed him exactly how harry deserved to be treated, and they had a blast. it was a perfect first date, which harry had never experienced before.

4. their second date was not quite as perfect, but that might have been due to the fact that harry had kind of been hoping he’d already have had the baby by then. it was only two days out from his due date, he was big and swollen and cranky, work had been difficult, and he was past due on rent. harry just wanted his body back to himself and the baby in his arms and to not have to worry about whether the electric would be turned off. again. louis fielded all of harry’s pregnancy anger and anxieties with grace, even if he didn’t really have an easy answer or fix for harry’s concerns.

5. those concerns were alleviated when harry learned that most of his hospital costs would actually be waived due to his income level which freed up much of his savings he had scraped together to take care of that to be able to bring him current with rent and utilities. once that happened, he was finally able to relax and enjoy his baby (even though he was very frustrated their debut came just over a week past the due date. he was mostly happy they came and were healthy, and that louis was there in the delivery room with him).

thank you lynda, love! i hope you liked these little headcanons! hehe

…as a lie.

 After they both come, Louis lays in Harry’s arms and traces designs over the tattoos covering Harry’s skin. Harry loves those moments, when Louis is his alone, when Louis’ not distracted by the million other things in life, when Harry’s still smeared with the proof of Louis’ passion.

Louis stretches out against him. The moment’s ending. 

“Mmmmm,” Louis moans. “I need to...”

“Okay,” Harry says and then watches him walk away. After a few minutes, Harry sits up in bed and arranges the sheets around him so he won’t still be laid out, naked and wanton, when Louis returns from the bathroom.

Harry picks at the drying spunk on his hip. He’ll shower after. 

Louis comes back, and picks up his phone and frowns. He looks around the room. He cups himself, like he wasn’t just in Harry, like Harry doesn’t already know all of his secrets.

“You know where my boxers are?” Louis asks. He’s already got his t-shirt and socks on.

“Yeah. They should be...” Harry flicks his wrist in the direction where he thinks he flung them after peeling them down Louis’ legs. 

“Ah! Got them. Thanks.” He turns his back to Harry, shimmies them up his hips and then steps into his jeans. He’s all zipped and buttoned by the time he turns around.

“When--” Harry cuts himself off. It’s a question without an answer he wants to hear.

Louis tilts his head and his eyes linger over Harry’s body. “You’re so gorgeous.”

Harry averts his eyes.

“Oh, baby,” Louis coos. He kneels next to Harry on the bed. The side’s probably still warm. “I hate to leave you.”

He leans in and kisses Harry, soft and slow. Harry hates how easily he melts into it. How easy he is for Louis. 

“I gotta go.”

“I know.”

Louis’ texting as he walks out into the hallway to let himself out. 

Harry turns the shower on, and stands with his wrist in the cold stream of water, waiting until it’s warm enough for him to step in. 

28 ...as a lie

The creep had been following Harry around the club all night. It was fine at first, but Harry had turned down his offer for drinks and had swiftly moved away from him every time he tried to get up close to him, but he still wasn’t taking the hint. Why was he not taking the hint?

Harry was getting desperate. He needed something extreme to get this guy to leave him alone, because he was getting to the point of worrying whether he’d follow Harry home afterwards if he didn’t.

Making his way to the bar and scoping out the club for someone, anyone, to help him, Harry got scared as he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. Trying to shake the man off, and starting to freak out a little that he dared to touch Harry in such a possessive way, Harry spun around ready to fight only to find the most beautiful man with the longest eyelashes he had ever seen smiling at him.

“Just go with it,” he whispered before leaning in and kissing Harry.

Harry was a strong man who could fend for himself, but if this stranger was willing to kiss him to help him not have to worry about the creep who had been practically stalking him all night, he was more than willing.

The beautiful savior was an excellent kisser, too.

Pulling back and breathing a little heavily, Harry looked over the man’s shoulder and saw the creep turning red with anger before stomping across the dance floor to the exit. 

“Oh my God, thank you so much,” Harry said, pulling the stranger in for a hug. “He was starting to scare me.”

“Glad to help. I’m Louis, by the way. Sorry for not really giving you any warning.”

Harry laughed a little and said, “More than alright. I’m Harry.”

“Louis. So, I was wondering, could I buy you a drink?”

@lululawrence Absolutely no reason to be scared... this is the best sequel ever! Ever!! Thank you so much!!!

@lululawrence​ You know how much I love this fic to begin with, but then you fill in the backstory and give me goosebumps and now I totally need to read it all over again. I can only imagine how much richer it will be this time!

Oh trust me, if this anon and I are any indication there is interest!!!!

How are we so fortunate to have so many amazingly talented artists that are kind enough to share their work with us?!?!