{"id":192,"date":"2017-07-29T03:56:01","date_gmt":"2017-07-29T03:56:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/?p=192"},"modified":"2026-02-21T06:29:44","modified_gmt":"2026-02-21T06:29:44","slug":"us-while-they-stare-upon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/us-while-they-stare-upon\/","title":{"rendered":"Us While They Stare Upon (fanmix)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>Description:<\/b> A playlist for <a href=\"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/442\/\">Us While They Stare Upon<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><center><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-383\" src=\"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/uwtsu-cover.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"500\" srcset=\"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/uwtsu-cover.png 500w, https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/uwtsu-cover-300x300.png 300w, https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/uwtsu-cover-150x150.png 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/center><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-384\" src=\"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/uwtsu-back.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"500\" srcset=\"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/uwtsu-back.png 500w, https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/uwtsu-back-300x300.png 300w, https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/uwtsu-back-150x150.png 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><center><iframe loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border-radius: 12px;\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/playlist\/7E2MTfP7dNavJcRNLJ8SDL?utm_source=generator\" width=\"100%\" height=\"352\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/center><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><big><big>i. starving <i>hailee steinfeld<\/i><\/big><\/big><\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The cashier has a mop of thick curly brown hair, and his nametag says Harry, which Liam hadn&#8217;t had the sense to read before he&#8217;d kissed him. Oh god, he&#8217;d kissed him in a public venue and he hadn&#8217;t even known his name. Liam had kissed some poor random barista named <i>Harry<\/i>.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><big><big>ii. p.t.l. <i>relient k<\/i><\/big><\/big><\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><i>But it was far too late before I figured it out.<br \/>\nI never meant to be your, I never meant to be your<br \/>\nOne night, one mistake.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><big><big>iii. hanging on a honeymoon <i>william beckett<\/i><\/big><\/big><\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Harry smiles over at him. &#8220;You&#8217;re warm,&#8221; he says.<\/p>\n<p>Liam raises his eyebrows. &#8220;I sure hope I am,&#8221; he says, pulling back the arm that had been embracing Harry and feeling the back of his other wrist with it. &#8220;I&#8217;d be worried if I was cold or something.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re a good temperature,&#8221; Harry says. &#8220;Now put your arm around me again, convince those children we&#8217;re dating.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I really doubt they know who we are,&#8221; Liam says.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You can never be too sure.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><big><big>iv. cut to the feeling <i>carly rae jepsen<\/i><\/big><\/big><\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><i>I had a dream, or was it real?<br \/>\nWe crossed the line and it was on<br \/>\nWe crossed the line, it was on this time<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve been denying how I feel<br \/>\nYou&#8217;ve been denying what you want<br \/>\nYou want from me, talk to me baby<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><big><big>v. something good can work <i>two door cinema club<\/i><\/big><\/big><\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>But Harry&#8217;s got a hand wound in Liam&#8217;s, and when Liam pulls back Harry doesn&#8217;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&#8217;s gaze is warm and open and yet, somehow, still unreadable.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Morning,&#8221; Harry says to him.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Morning,&#8221; Liam says, and then Harry&#8217;s pulled Liam&#8217;s body over him, hands still fastened together, mouths meeting less like it&#8217;s something they should do, that they have to do, but that they just do &#8211; mouth on mouth, skin on skin, Harry&#8217;s bare chest pressed right against Liam&#8217;s. If Liam opened his eyes and looked down he&#8217;d be able to see the tattooed birds on Harry&#8217;s chest, and a whole assortment of the other tats he&#8217;s got there; right now his fingers are clutched in Harry&#8217;s big warm hand, as Harry kisses him so deeply and sleepily that Liam isn&#8217;t entirely convinced that this isn&#8217;t some elaborate dream.<\/p>\n<p>Harry&#8217;s fingers skate over Liam&#8217;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&#8217;s knuckles brush over the front of his pants.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><big><big>vi. fortune teller <i>maroon 5<\/i><\/big><\/big><\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><i>It doesn&#8217;t mean I&#8217;m afraid<br \/>\nOf all the things that you say<br \/>\nBut I just think we should stay<br \/>\nStuck in the moment today<br \/>\nAnd as the seasons roll by<br \/>\nNo matter how hard I try<br \/>\nSummer will end and the leaves will turn again<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><big><big>vii. lovin&#8217; it <i>ariana grande<\/i><\/big><\/big><\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;What else am I supposed to want?&#8221; Liam says.<\/p>\n<p>Harry tugs on Liam&#8217;s hand. Somehow, they&#8217;ve wounded up together. &#8220;I dunno,&#8221; Harry says to him with a crooked smile. &#8220;Me, maybe?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Liam rolls his eyes. &#8220;Yes, okay,&#8221; he says. &#8220;I want you too, Harry.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><big><big>viii. your song <i>rita ora<\/i><\/big><\/big><\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><i>I don&#8217;t want to hear sad songs anymore<br \/>\nI only want to hear love songs<br \/>\nI *<b>found my heart up in this place tonight<\/b><br \/>\nDon&#8217;t want to sing mad songs anymore<br \/>\nOnly want to sing your song<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause your song&#8217;s got me feeling like I&#8217;m<br \/>\nI&#8217;m in love, I&#8217;m in love, I&#8217;m in love<br \/>\nYeah, you know, your song&#8217;s got me feeling like I&#8217;m<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<hr \/>\n<p><b>Notes:<\/b> So, a playlist for this fic! (It&#8217;s currently being beta&#8217;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.<\/p>\n<p>I could also add Carly Rae Jepsen&#8217;s &#8220;LA Hallucinations&#8221;, or &#8220;Tiny Little Bows&#8221; if I hadn&#8217;t had a CRJ song already &#8211; I almost named this fic after it (&#8220;ask me for the truth about it.&#8221;)<\/p>\n<p>Where the asterisk (*) is is something else I named this fic, but figured it&#8217;d be best if I came up with my own title instead of a song lyric.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Description: A playlist for Us While They Stare Upon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,9],"tags":[21],"class_list":["post-192","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fanmix","category-playlist","tag-one-direction","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/192","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=192"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/192\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":385,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/192\/revisions\/385"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=192"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=192"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/projects\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=192"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}