#we'll try

if you try, try to be hopeful

Thank you @crinkle-eyed-boo and @wabadabadaba for tagging me to post a snippet of a WIP! I finally have a bit of time to write fic again and it’s great. Here’s a bit that I just wrote from my monster au:

The bar is pretty full when they get there. It’s two-for-one shots on Mondays, so Louis isn’t surprised, and it’s actually something that will probably work in his favor. If Harry starts doing something weird or otherwise inhuman-like, he can just point someone out in the crowd or something. Niall knows people everywhere, he’s sure someone would catch his attention. 

Weaving in and out around people and tables, they finally come to the booth where Liam and Zayn are already sitting with four pints and four shots. They look surprised when they see Harry.

“Hello,” Liam says, looking directly at Harry.

“Hi,” Zayn says, looking between all three of them. He settles on Harry after that and holds out his hand. “I’m Zayn.”

Louis stops himself from grimacing as he looks over at Harry, who is… just staring at Liam and Zayn with a confused look on its face. Finally, it tilts its head at Zayn and meets his hand out to complete the handshake. 

“This is Harry,” Louis supplies, since it doesn’t seem like Harry’s going to say anything. Honestly, he didn’t expect for it to be acting this weird right off the bat. He shakes his head as he adds, “It-- he’s a friend. From out of town.”

Harry leans over and shakes Liam’s hand next, bending slightly over the table. It still has its arm around Louis’ neck, which means Louis is pulled forward, too. He elbows it in the abdomen, which makes Harry yelp, pull back, then laugh and kiss the side of Louis’ head as an apology. 

“So, what are we drinking?” Louis asks, as a way to draw attention away from the rising blush on his cheeks. 

“A new Belgian ale they got last week and a Washington Apple,” Zayn says. He looks down at the set of four and blows a raspberry. “I didn’t realize I needed to get five.”

Niall laughs, “I told you Louis was bringing a friend.”

“He didn’t believe you,” Liam says. 

“Louis doesn't have other friends,” Zayn says, mildly defensive. 

“What are you talking about?” Louis asks. “Everyone likes me.”

“Everyone does like you, but that doesn’t mean you have other friends,” Zayn says. 

Louis rolls his eyes, and is about to tell him off, when Harry speaks up. 

“Lou fits in with different groups really easily. I bet if we went back to his hometown you’d see how many friends he still has.”

They all look at Harry like they don’t know what to say. 

“Thank you, Hazza,” Louis says, looking at the rest of them smugly. Maybe bringing it wasn’t a bad idea after all. It might be helpful to have someone in his corner on a night out. 

“Let me grab myself a pint and a shot,” Niall says, putting a hand on Louis’ shoulder and patting his chest a couple of times. “Louis, Harry, you go on and take those, I’ll be right back.” 

Before Louis can process what Niall said, Harry’s sliding into the booth and turning to him with a bright smile. He sits down next to him, leaning on the table as he grabs his beer. 

“Were you waiting long?” Louis asks. 

“No,” Liam says, shaking his head. “We got the drinks just a minute before you guys came in.” 

“Lucky you got a table.”

“It cleared out just as we were looking for one,” Zayn says. “It’s Liam, I swear he’s got lots of luck with that sort of thing.” In the next second, Niall is back at their table, putting down his beer and shot before turning to grab a chair. “Just like Niall has lots of luck at the bar.”

Niall sits down and grins before holding up his shot glass. “Cheers,” he says, clinking glasses with each of them. 

Harry has a bright smile on its face, cheersing with each of them, saving Louis for last, making piercing, almost giddy eye-contact before it takes a sip. Louis smirks before throwing the shot back like the others are doing. Harry frowns, but only for a second, before shooting it back too. It coughs, like some of it went down the wrong way. 

Louis pats it on the back a few times until it stops. 

“Harry’s not used to doing shots,” he says. 

Fic can be read HERE.

Role Swap AU, Drabble, Confrontations. Completed. Rated: G. Word Count: 1,100.

Pairings: Hanazawa Teruki & Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Kageyama Ritsu & Hanazawa Teruki

Trigger Warnings: Canon Typical Violence.

““What are you playing at, Hanazawa? What do you want from my brother?”

Ritsu confronts Teru.”