Description: A playlist for Us While They Stare Upon.
i. starving hailee steinfeld
The cashier has a mop of thick curly brown hair, and his nametag says Harry, which Liam hadn’t had the sense to read before he’d kissed him. Oh god, he’d kissed him in a public venue and he hadn’t even known his name. Liam had kissed some poor random barista named Harry.
ii. p.t.l. relient k
But it was far too late before I figured it out.
I never meant to be your, I never meant to be your
One night, one mistake.
iii. hanging on a honeymoon william beckett
Harry smiles over at him. “You’re warm,” he says.
Liam raises his eyebrows. “I sure hope I am,” he says, pulling back the arm that had been embracing Harry and feeling the back of his other wrist with it. “I’d be worried if I was cold or something.”
“You’re a good temperature,” Harry says. “Now put your arm around me again, convince those children we’re dating.”
“I really doubt they know who we are,” Liam says.
“You can never be too sure.”
iv. cut to the feeling carly rae jepsen
I had a dream, or was it real?
We crossed the line and it was on
We crossed the line, it was on this time
I’ve been denying how I feel
You’ve been denying what you want
You want from me, talk to me baby
v. something good can work two door cinema club
But Harry’s got a hand wound in Liam’s, and when Liam pulls back Harry doesn’t let him go. In fact, he pulls tighter, and when Liam gives up on getting up, he turns around to see Harry watching him in a way that makes Liam uncomfortable in his own skin all of a sudden. Or all too comfortable, really, as Harry’s gaze is warm and open and yet, somehow, still unreadable.
“Morning,” Harry says to him.
“Morning,” Liam says, and then Harry’s pulled Liam’s body over him, hands still fastened together, mouths meeting less like it’s something they should do, that they have to do, but that they just do – mouth on mouth, skin on skin, Harry’s bare chest pressed right against Liam’s. If Liam opened his eyes and looked down he’d be able to see the tattooed birds on Harry’s chest, and a whole assortment of the other tats he’s got there; right now his fingers are clutched in Harry’s big warm hand, as Harry kisses him so deeply and sleepily that Liam isn’t entirely convinced that this isn’t some elaborate dream.
Harry’s fingers skate over Liam’s chest, palming at his nipples, ribs, stomach, thumbing down the hair beneath his bellybutton. Liam feels dizzy with ridiculous heat, making a small noise as Harry’s knuckles brush over the front of his pants.
vi. fortune teller maroon 5
It doesn’t mean I’m afraid
Of all the things that you say
But I just think we should stay
Stuck in the moment today
And as the seasons roll by
No matter how hard I try
Summer will end and the leaves will turn again
vii. lovin’ it ariana grande
“What else am I supposed to want?” Liam says.
Harry tugs on Liam’s hand. Somehow, they’ve wounded up together. “I dunno,” Harry says to him with a crooked smile. “Me, maybe?”
Liam rolls his eyes. “Yes, okay,” he says. “I want you too, Harry.”
viii. your song rita ora
I don’t want to hear sad songs anymore
I only want to hear love songs
I *found my heart up in this place tonight
Don’t want to sing mad songs anymore
Only want to sing your song
‘Cause your song’s got me feeling like I’m
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love
Yeah, you know, your song’s got me feeling like I’m
Notes: So, a playlist for this fic! (It’s currently being beta’d and will be posted soon enough.) A lot of it are the songs that were on my usual playlist while I was working on this fic, but others I did discover through this fic and thought fit.
I could also add Carly Rae Jepsen’s “LA Hallucinations”, or “Tiny Little Bows” if I hadn’t had a CRJ song already – I almost named this fic after it (“ask me for the truth about it.”)
Where the asterisk (*) is is something else I named this fic, but figured it’d be best if I came up with my own title instead of a song lyric.