Sunday Snippet - Whole Lotta Historythank you @justalarryblog for the tag! (+ @disgruntledkittenface

Sunday Snippet - Whole Lotta Historythank you @justalarryblog for the tag! (+ @disgruntledkittenface @wadey-wilson - I forgot to check my tags on my other acc whoops!) This one is a longer one, and a bit rough around the edges, but I feel good about almost being done this fic for @1dclicheficfest ♡ tagging some sprinting buddies @allwaswell16 @haztobegood @hershelsue @sadaveniren @lwstvles @loveislarryislove @larrysballetslippers Louis groans and scrubs his face. “Our whole bloody office is here.” “Really?” Niall looks around, trying to see if he can tell just from a glance who might belong to the company, nevermind he doesn’t even know which company it is or what they do. “Who else, then?” “The intern,” Louis mumbles, determinedly keeping his eyes on his water glass when Niall tries to meet them. “Oh?” Niall narrows his eyes, taking in Louis’s stiffness, the light tint to his cheeks, the way he’s ducked his head to hide his eyes beneath the fringe he’s fussing with. Niall lowers his spoon with a spark of glee. “Oooh, it’s like that.”Louis rolls his eyes, stuffing a spoonful of soup into his mouth. He winces on the swallow and begrudgingly glares across the table. “It’s not going bloody anywhere, obviously he’s here for a reason, probably gonna find some fit bloke to take home or what not.” Niall rubs the smooth indent on the handle of his spoon, his bowl already empty. Louis keeps casting looks over his shoulder, eyes flitting between whatever he sees and Niall’s face like he’s fighting to keep focus. There’s a longing in that look. The spoon settles with a small sound as Niall leans his elbows onto the table, opening his mouth to spout some words of wisdom or encouragement or distract Louis from his pining by asking about how he found the soup if neither of those worked, but Louis huffs before he can get a word out. “It doesn’t matter, really. Love’s a bit childish, innit? People just trick themselves into it for awhile before realising it’s a farce.”  Niall hums instead of responding. Even if Louis truly believes himself, with the way he’s looking he probably wants to trick himself into falling for this intern, whoever he is.“Not my place, really, but…” Niall bites his tongue before he can say something. He looks over to Julia by the window, slumped in her chair as some prat natters on. Meddling never really works out for him, does it? Maybe he should hold back from actually saying anything when it comes to others romances. “Well go on,” Louis insists. It’s enough of a push to encourage Niall into blurting out his thoughts despite every reason not to. “You’re scared of fucking up with this intern lad like you have with those others, yeah? Is it just cause you work with him, or something more?” Louis purses his lips, face hardened no doubt at the blunt discussion of is past dalliances. “What on earth more could there be?” “You know what I’m saying,” Niall insists, not buying Louis’s attempt to deflect. “Is he more than the others?” Louis swallows, looking pale when his eyes flick over Niall’s shoulder just as a particularly loud laugh rings out from a table behind him. His eyes are solemn when they return to Niall. “He’s so much more,” he whispers in grave admission.  -- source link

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