Detention isn't all that Bad... by DirectionerForevs, literature
Literature
Detention isn't all that Bad...
Louis walked furiously down the hallway, making his way towards the detention room, also known as the hell hole. He had gotten detention for every day of the week for something he didn't even do, and he was royally pissed. He slammed the door open, not even acknowledging the curly haired boy who looked up at him guitily, "Lou-" Louis held his hand up at the boy, not wanting to hear anything the younger lad had to say.
"Louis, please," Harry pleaded, trying desperately to make Louis forgive him, "I'm so sorry, Lou. I really didn't mean for you to get caught." He then realized that Louis really didn't care.
Harry sighed, laying his head down
Skin as Soft as Margarine by SmutJunkie, literature
Literature
Skin as Soft as Margarine
A/N: This is just the idea that Louis likes to touch his boys and his boys like to be touched and it's completely innocent until it's not.
"Harry, your skin is really soft."
Louis stares in fascination at the contrast of their skin tones as his fingers trace the inside of Harry's wrist delicately from where it's resting against his where they sit side by side on the sofa. Harry looks up at Louis, his mouth open to reply, when he notices the look on Louis' face and decides to leave it. Louis' fingers press lightly into the skin, as if he's afraid he'll break Harry, and Harry finds himself leaning into his touch, the light pressure surprising
Zayn stared at the picture. Lovely memories of the two flooded his mind, but whenever he looked back at his face, that wretched unforgiving face, he could feel the anger pulse through his veins, his blood becoming ice cold. His eyes creased one more time at the photograph, before ripping the photo of the two of them to shreds, discarding the remains in a nearby trash bin.
Sighing, Zayn quickly finished packing the rest of his belongings. He zipped up his last bag, leaving the room he despised so much without a glance.
Louis was waiting at the door, his arms folded and a stern look plastered on his face. Upon seeing the younger lad, Zayn gav
Request: Zarry Tickle Fanfic: My Little Slave by QuickSilverShadow, literature
Literature
Request: Zarry Tickle Fanfic: My Little Slave
“HARRY!” The curly-haired boy froze in his tracks and turned around, trying not to look terrified. Zayn stared at him, absolutely fuming, holding two objects in his clenched fists that used to be one. “Come over here,” he said in a measured voice, sternly shouting “NOW!” when Harry hesitated. “Do you know what this is,” Zayn asked him coldly, holding out the objects in his fists. Harry swallowed and stared down at the black plastic pieces.
“It’s your comb,” he barely whispered.
“What is it?”
“Your comb,” Harry repeated, petrified. Zayn shook his head.
Request: Larry Stylinson: Nightmares by QuickSilverShadow, literature
Literature
Request: Larry Stylinson: Nightmares
Louis had some serious problems with timing when it came to certain things, and asking someone if they were alright was definitely one of those things. He kept trying to find a time to ask Harry why he was so quiet already, but Harry didn’t seem in the mood to talk anymore. Come to think of it, Harry wasn’t in the mood to laugh or smile or do anything really. Louis had noticed the signs weeks ago- the darkening bags under his eyes, his sluggish behavior, how he never gave you more than a half smile, actually wearing clothes around the house- but never worked up the courage to ask. But today, after Harry had refused to watch Love A