Orange at heart

Oh, well, I suppose. I'd like to thank you because you story is very inspirational which inspired me to actually get started writing my plot I had in mind for a year. So if I find myself getting lazy I just read yours again and I get inspired. :) oh god, this is my sisters 5th time trying to talk to me while I had my earphones in. Persistent little twat she is.

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 23:18:24 -0400

:O I actually inspired someone to do something? Holy crap. That’s the highest of praise a writer can receive.

I wish you best of luck with your Larry fic, and I’d love to read it if you ever post it :) Let me know how it goes, okay?

And lol, I hear ya. Some people just don’t understand that earphones are the universal sign of ‘fuck off I don’t want to listen to you’ *coughmyfathercough*.

omg tell the anon who's giving you shit about breaking a promise to stfu like ohmyGOD. Could they get any more immature. Anyway, I loved the update!! This is one of my favorite stories actually, I always rec it when people ask for fic recs :)

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 23:14:28 -0400

Yeah, some anons are quite rude. But I guess that’s to be expected. What would Tumblr be if there weren’t anons to harass you and ask you inappropriate questions? haha.

And thank you for recommending me, sweetie! That’s really sweet <3 :D

Oh, well, you can always blame me. Ha-ha. I finally started my FanFic with LouisxHarry but I don't think it's worthy of postage.

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 22:43:55 -0400

Omg, what? DEFINITELY post it. Writing is all about satisfying yourself first. If other people like your writing and enjoy it, that’s a bonus, but writing is a deeply personal way of expressing yourself. It’s all about you. If you want to post it, post it. There’s no such thing as “worthy of postage.” I’m sure it’s great!

Like always just another perf update. LOVED IT. Never stop being a freaking amazing writer. Just sayin'. :)

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:44:50 -0400

Awww, you guys. I love you guys.

And I love you, anon :D Thank you so much!

That wasn't a lame chapter i actually really enjoyed it and was extremely amused :)

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:36:24 -0400

Ach, thank you so much! I was so nervous posting this chapter since I hated it, so thank you for letting me know you enjoyed it <333

You are breaking your promise times a billion! unless you update like, three times in one day, you have royally screwed us over! I WANT WALL SEEEEEEX.

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:35:00 -0400

Good things come to those who wait ;)

"Your realization that your heterosexuality is a myth?” “I know your mind automatically flits to those stupid vampires from Twilight that sparkle when I say ‘gay vampire,’ but we gay vampires aren’t that gay. We just suck cock instead of sucking blood.” CACKLING FOREVER CACKLING AND EVER AND EVER I LOVE YOUR HARRY SO MUCH OMG

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:34:27 -0400

Dear, cackling fangirl.

I’m not going to post all the messages you sent me, but I’d like to let you know how much I appreciated every single one of them. To hear you going through every chapter and you reciting your favorite lines literally made my day. I love when people let me know their favorite parts, so I wanted to thank you for that.

Come off anon, cackling fangirl! You’re awesome and I’d love to know who you are as a person!

I kind of absolutely love your story. I like check to see if you updated like every two hours because I have no life, as creepy as that sounds...but anyways you're amazing, byeee :D

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:29:31 -0400

Not creepy at all. It’s completely flattering :) Thank you so much for saying all that and for checking back frequently!

Loooove never, never grow up! i love it how you describe their personality and the plot is just awesome :D i cannot wait to see what's going to happen with harry and louis! (not so) patiently waiting for the next (mindblowing) chapter to come up :) xx

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:27:52 -0400

Mindblowing? Shit. Thank you! haha. You’re so sweet, come off anon so we can be friends! <333

when will u update never grow up? its so good ur amazing<333

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:26:41 -0400

Just updated, love. And thank you <3

"...turtlecrap (bullcrap was too cliché for him)..." Your writing cracks me up :)

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:23:36 -0400

Seems to be a popular line, that one XD I’m glad you liked it and could make you laugh :D

This was just turtlecrap (bullcrap was too cliche for him)-- bless. You are perfs just like your story

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:22:22 -0400

Hehe, why thank you! <3

You should make a link called progress where it tells us how far you are. For example: ___% finished. Just an idea. :)

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:12:53 -0400

Hmmm. I never thought about that before. That’s not a bad idea.

The only thing is that when I’m not writing I don’t come on Tumblr at all (because Tumblr is the devil and it will consume hours upon hours of my life if I let it). So if I did a progress page it would probably just be an excuse for me to get distracted by all the awesome stuff on my dash.

A Megamind reference? YOU PERFECT, PERFECT PERSON <3

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:11:09 -0400

Of course, Megamind was a great movie. Someone would have to be crazy to not have enjoyed it. :)

My god NNGU is amazing, I can't stop laughing!!

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:06:16 -0400

Thank you, babe <3

I really do Love Fan Fiction the only down side is the wait. I've gone threw like 3 billion Fan Fics in a day including yours. Read them all in one day. Oh, and I love your name and the way it's spelt! Fuck you auto correct I spelt spelt right.

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:06:03 -0400

Thank you! It’s the first compliment I’ve gotten on my username so wootwoot.

Yeah, I hate waiting too. It’s why I usually tend to read only finished fics. But the fact that you’re keeping up with mine as I go means a lot.

And haha. Autocorrect is the devil. Especially on my phone. I hate it.

never, never grow up - ch 8

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 20:46:00 -0400

Description: AU Univeristy!Larry

Summary: Louis knew that uni was for experimenting and finding one’s self and all that other rubbish, but never in a million years did he expect to develop feelings for his cheeky bastard of a roommate.

Warnings: swearing, so far.

Catch up with the story here.

VERY VERY dialogue-heavy chapter. I hate having mostly dialogue, but it was crucial in developing the dynamic between Harry and Louis. This is more of a filler, so the next chapters will be exciting. Also, for all my American readers, French bean = green bean.

~x~

“Oh my God, why is this so loooong?” Harry groaned, flipping through the eight double-sided pages of the roommate agreement and rolling over onto his back so that his head hung off the side of the bed and his folded knees rested against the room’s cool white wall. “Seriously though, why?” Harry asked, staring at an upside-down Louis who was sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the ceiling. In reality it was the floor Louis was sitting on, but in Harry’s flipped world it was the ceiling.

Louis rolled his eyes and sighed, because the last thing he wanted to be doing on a Saturday afternoon was spending copious amounts of time with his intolerable roommate filling out a book’s length of questions. “Oh, I didn’t realize it was time for us to ask questions about things which we have no control over,” Louis mocked. “Here’s one for you: why does my roomie talk so slowly?” Louis’ eyes focused in on Harry’s face where he noticed for the first time that, thanks to gravity, Harry’s curls weren’t covering his forehead. So the boy actually had a forehead. Interesting. Louis had been half-expecting there to be a power switch there (Louis had a theory that Harry was a robot but shhh, it’s top-secret).

Never missing a beat, Harry snapped his fingers and pointed at Louis like he was really onto something. “How about I give it to you in multiple choice format. Is it because a) it’s how everyone from my hometown talks? b) I like to think my words through carefully? c) I was dropped on my head as a child and it affected my Broca’s area? or d) I’m half human, half French bean and have limited mental abilities?”

“Half French bean?” Louis asked slowly in utter confusion. “What’s that to do with anything?”

“I’ve been told I’m built like a French bean,” Harry explained.

Louis pondered it for a brief moment and then burst out laughing. “That’s so accurate,” Louis roared as he slapped the floor in delight. “All this time I’ve been trying to think what you reminded me of, and I can’t believe I didn’t make the connection before. You are quite like a French bean, the resemblance is uncanny. Seriously, you have no hips at all. Shakira is going to hav’ta write a new song especially for you.”

“I might not be able to relate to her on the hips thing,” Harry countered, “but she and I do share an oral fixation.”

“What?” Louis asked, confused once again. He was starting to feel like he couldn’t keep up with Harry.

“You don’t know much about music, do you?” Harry insulted. “Oral Fixation is the album that Hips Don’t Lie came off of.”

“Hey,” Louis yelled, pointing his index finger angrily at Harry and cutting his laughing off abruptly. “I know plenty about music. And I guarantee I listen to better music than you do. Like what was that music you were playing when you woke me up this morning? It was dreadful. If that’s the music you listen to, you have no room to talk.”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH,” Harry shouted, sitting up quickly on his bed and enjoying the rush of blood flowing back into his limbs, before he chucked the stapled eight-page roommate agreement at Louis.

It barely touched Louis at all, but Louis loved to exaggerate everything so he grabbed his arm in pain and screamed at the top of his lungs, “YOU’VE GIVEN ME A PAPER CUT. I’M WOUNDED!”

“I hope you’re wounded,” Harry responded unrepentantly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s what you get for insulting Scissor Sisters.”

“THE BLOOD, IT’S FLOWING FREELY. I THINK YOU HIT AN ARTERY. MURDERRRR. YOU’RE A MURDERER AND I’M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU’RE CONVICTED FOR YOUR CRIME. EXCEPT YOU’LL PROBABLY ENJOY PRISON. YOU’LL BE DROPPING SOAP ALL DAY EVERY DAY.”

Harry had had enough. “Are you done wailing like a wild banshee?” he asked calmly with arms still folded. He was honestly surprised the two girls in the room next to theirs hadn’t banged on the wall and told them to shut up yet.

“Yes,” Louis answered simply, and stopped all the antics. He was glad Harry interrupted, because his voice was seriously starting to hurt.

Picking up the cheap black pen that was lying on the floor next to him, Louis turned to the (now-rumpled) first page and read off the instructions. “This first section serves the sole purpose of setting rules for the room. Any future roommate disagreements will reference the precedents established in this and yada yada, basically this is really important.” Louis glanced up to confirm that he had Harry’s full attention and then continued. “First question: do either of you smoke?”

“No,” Harry supplied.

“Good, neither do I,” Louis murmured. “Neither of us smoke,” he read aloud as he wrote the answer down in the box. “Second question: how late do you stay up? If one of you is a night owl and the other is a morning dove, how do you plan to solve any problem that may arise?”

“I’m a night owl,” Harry answered. He’d come to the conclusion that making smart remarks would do no help, and thus decided to cooperate.

“Me too,” Louis added as he scanned the rest of the questions and absentmindedly chewed on the end of his pen.

“You like having things in your mouth, yeah?” Harry smirked. Okay, so one smart remark here and there couldn’t do too much harm.

Louis was about to throw an insult, but instead came up with an even more genius plan of action. Insults didn’t work on Harry, that much Louis had figured out. But sexual frustration? Louis was willing to bet money it would work. Louis kept his eyes trained on Harry and sucked the pen into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. He pulled the pen out tantalizingly slow and swirled his tongue around the end, closing his eyes and moaning loudly for extra effect.

When he opened his eyes back up and looked at Harry, he couldn’t have been more pleased – or more frightened. Harry’s gaze was so dark and intense and hungry that he started to wonder if Harry wanted to fuck him or wanted to chop him up into tiny pieces and have him for dinner. It was more than a little intimidating to be looked at like that, but Louis kept going anyway, licking up the underside of the pen.

“Stop that,” Harry commanded roughly, eyes boring into Louis’.

Louis removed the pen from his mouth so he could reply. “Uhhh, how about no? I am, afterall, just trying to be a gay vampire like you.”

“If you don’t stop I’ll pull my trousers down right here and now and fap to you doing that,” Harry stated in a threatening tone. Even though he’d known Harry two days, he was pretty sure Harry would actually do it. Harry had no shame.

“Oh, gross,” Louis whined and threw the pen across the room like it was a grenade that was about to detonate. Now all sorts of mental images were flooding into his mind since he had already seen Harry’s cock today and it was not okay. Wanting to change the subject and make the dirty mental pictures disappear, Louis scolded Harry. “Do you see what you do? We’ve gotten through two questions out of A HUNDRED.”

“Hey,” Harry put his hands up in innocence, “you’re the one who was blowing a pen, not me. PLEASE just skip to some interesting questions before I fall asleep and have a sexual dream about you.”

“Fine,” Louis said with a huff and flipped through the pages to find something less dull. He was about to ask Harry question 43 from the personality section, whether he preferred chocolate or vanilla, when there was a pounding on the door followed by a “open up, faggot.”

Louis sighed and let his eyes slip closed. Zayn always had the worst timing.

“I believe that’s for you,” Harry said quietly, and Louis could practically hear the shit-eating smirk that was plastered on his face.

“Or are you busy shagging Harry? Because I can come back later,” Zayn shouted through the door.

Louis didn’t have enough balls to open his eyes and look at Harry. He could only imagine what facial expression he had at hearing his own name being used. Louis sighed once more before he stood up and went to answer the door.

“Vas happ – ow, you fucker,” Zayn swore after Louis kicked him in the shin. “What was that for?”

“For that Harry joke.”

“Who said I was joking?” Zayn asked seriously.

“Just shut up and come in,” Louis said exasperatedly as he went back into the room and left the door open a bit for Zayn to follow suit.

Zayn strode in coolly and closed the door behind him, but stopped in his tracks the second he noticed Harry sitting on his bed. Louis was pleased to see Zayn caught off-guard. He was always so composed and quick on his feet that this slightly embarrassed Zayn was a rare spectacle. Sadly, embarrassed Zayn didn’t last very long, and in no time Zayn was ambling (or as Zayn liked to put it, ‘swagging’) over to Harry and offering him his fist. “Sup, man? I’m Zayn,” he smiled.

Harry stared down at Zayn’s knuckles for a few seconds, which left Louis to wonder if Harry hesitated because he’d never fist bumped anyone before and wasn’t quite sure what to do, or because he thought Zayn was beneath him and he had to inspect Zayn’s knuckles for bacteria. After those few seconds passed, Harry returned the bump and grinned up at Zayn. “I’m Harry.”

“Yeah, I sort of know all about you, Harry. Lou’s been talking about you, like, non-stop.”

Louis knew he should’ve murdered Zayn yesterday after Zayn’s pointless phone call had woken him up. That way, that extremely misleading sentence would’ve never had the chance to come out of his mouth and give Harry any sort of wrong idea.

“Really? Is that true?” Harry chuckled and looked over at Louis. “Why are you stroking my ego when I’d much rather have you stroking my prick?”

Zayn laughed furiously, completely oblivious to the exchange happening between Harry and Louis, Louis glaring daggers at Harry and Harry smiling innocently back. “Oi, you’re funny mate,” Zayn cackled as he sunk down next to Harry on his bed and threw his arm around the boy’s shoulder. Louis watched Harry closely to see how he’d react to being touched by someone he didn’t know well, and was surprised to see that Harry actually looked pretty content under Zayn’s arm.

“I may be funny, but you’re pretty. Your cheekbones are fantastic,” Harry marveled as he turned to face Zayn and left a few measly centimeters to separate their faces. Not that Louis noticed how close they were or anything. “Are you a model on the side?” Harry complimented.

Zayn laughed and slapped Harry on the chest with his free hand. “Flattery will get you everywhere, mate.”

“Everywhere?” Harry asked suggestively, quirking an eyebrow. And no, that was not jealousy tugging at Louis’ stomach. No. It was pure repulsion, because his best friend was not actually being seduced by Curly Locks right now. This wasn’t happening.

“Excuse me,” Louis interrupted, because this had to stop before they started snogging or something. “Can you two please take the PDA elsewhere before I vomit?”

And now Harry was fucking smirking like flirting with Zayn had been his plan all along and like he thought it was working. It couldn’t work because Louis was not jealous, okay? He wasn’t.

“Actually,” Zayn piped up, “I came here because there’s been a change of plans for tonight.”

“Only going to do eight shots instead of nine?” Louis asked sarcastically.

“No, I’ll still be taking nine shots tonight. But it’ll be after I’ve gotten my third tattoo!” Zayn disclosed excitedly.

“Oooh, can I come, can I come?” Harry bounced up and down as he asked, much like a little boy asking his parents if he could go to Disneyland. “I’ve been wanting a tattoo for ages but haven’t gotten around to it.”

“Yeah, of course you’re invited,” Zayn agreed before Louis had the chance to deny Harry’s request. Again, Louis should’ve killed him yesterday. The twat was being far too accepting of his gay vampire robot roommate.

Louis was tired and sick of fighting, so he didn’t even try to convince Zayn that Harry shouldn’t be allowed to come. He just went with it and overtly mouthed ‘I hate you’ to Zayn.

Louis still blames Zayn to this day for knocking down the first domino and causing the chain reaction of events that followed.

Louis’ college experience would’ve turned out a lot differently had Harry not come that night.

I was really uninspired for this chapter. I’m just so EXCITED to get to the good parts that writing filler is boring. I had half a chapter written where Louis chilled with Niall and Liam and talked about the Harry problem some more, but that seemed unnecessary and I scrapped it. Thus this lame chapter was produced, setting the stage for the next chapter. I have absolutely nothing to do on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday so those shall be my writing days.

Also, I always say this, but it’s unrevised so ignore any typos. I absolutely hate reading over my own work.

WHEN WILL YOU UPDATE WOMAN? I LOVE YOU AND NNGU

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 23:10:06 -0400

AND I LOVE YOU, RANDOM CITIZEN.

Maybe update Saturday night? Don’t hold me to that though. I honestly don’t know when I’ll update and I refuse to break any promises. :)

I'm on Chapter Five of Never, Never Grow Up. You're such a great writer. Also, I'm dying from laughter, because their personalities are spot on. Ah, I love it!

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 22:46:30 -0400

Hehe, thank you :)

And hoorah for your finding them spot-on. I wanted the characters to be exactly like their real-life counterparts (except for Harry, of course), so I’m glad you found them to be realistic.

i really like your story! i'm so excited to read more (:

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 22:30:15 -0400

Aww, thank you so much! <3333 :)