Ficlet: Louis/Nick, knitting
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magicalrocketshipsOriginally posted here.
ANONYMOUS ASKED: Louis did not learn to knit just to prove he could nor did he make that monstrosity Nick was spotted in with all the weirdest colors and textures from yarns around the world. C'mon. If it was him, everyone would know now, wouldn't they? Not like his life's all that private. And, no, those aren't his needles. They're a gift for his mum. Really. (Nick doesn't know why he wears the damn thing; it's hideous, but the mornings are cold and he hates leaving the house without it now).
Louis definitely didn’t learn to knit because he was driving everyone insane on tour, never shutting up or sitting down or ever fucking sleeping. It was his mum who suggested it, late one night when it was fuck-knows what time back at home, when he was exhausted and frenetic and she’d ended up googling managing ADHD symptoms. “You could try something which stretches your focus,” she’d said.
It wasn’t that he even texted Nick all that much, apart from to snipe. Why he ended up telling him about the secret knitting, god only knew, but Louis wasn’t exactly up to telling everyone else what he was doing whenever he had a hotel room and a door with a lock on it.
So he just sent what he’d knitted to Nick, regardless of how shit it was. He’d sent a dishcloth with a turkey picked out in purl stitch first, which had been crap even before his attention wandered and he gained and lost stitches all over the place. He sent a scarf which was too short to knot properly, and Nick sent him a picture of his dog wearing it.
He was shit at knitting and he never had the right amount of stitches and he always had to do it in secret, hiding out with Harry and his scented candles in the relaxation space, and he never bought enough wool, so the very first time he finished something that looked vaguely like it might be a jumper, if angled right in the right light, it was all in different colours and with the odd hole here or there. He sent it back to England anyway.
Nick was pictured wearing it going to the shops, and Louis felt sort of weird about that, excited and odd all at the same time. It didn’t stop him sending snippy texts, or Nick returning them in kind, but when Louis popped round at the end of tour, just to see if he could be awful to him in person, Nick answered the door in Louis’ terrible monstrosity of a jumper, and that was it, really.
ANONYMOUS ASKED: Louis did not learn to knit just to prove he could nor did he make that monstrosity Nick was spotted in with all the weirdest colors and textures from yarns around the world. C'mon. If it was him, everyone would know now, wouldn't they? Not like his life's all that private. And, no, those aren't his needles. They're a gift for his mum. Really. (Nick doesn't know why he wears the damn thing; it's hideous, but the mornings are cold and he hates leaving the house without it now).
Louis definitely didn’t learn to knit because he was driving everyone insane on tour, never shutting up or sitting down or ever fucking sleeping. It was his mum who suggested it, late one night when it was fuck-knows what time back at home, when he was exhausted and frenetic and she’d ended up googling managing ADHD symptoms. “You could try something which stretches your focus,” she’d said.
It wasn’t that he even texted Nick all that much, apart from to snipe. Why he ended up telling him about the secret knitting, god only knew, but Louis wasn’t exactly up to telling everyone else what he was doing whenever he had a hotel room and a door with a lock on it.
So he just sent what he’d knitted to Nick, regardless of how shit it was. He’d sent a dishcloth with a turkey picked out in purl stitch first, which had been crap even before his attention wandered and he gained and lost stitches all over the place. He sent a scarf which was too short to knot properly, and Nick sent him a picture of his dog wearing it.
He was shit at knitting and he never had the right amount of stitches and he always had to do it in secret, hiding out with Harry and his scented candles in the relaxation space, and he never bought enough wool, so the very first time he finished something that looked vaguely like it might be a jumper, if angled right in the right light, it was all in different colours and with the odd hole here or there. He sent it back to England anyway.
Nick was pictured wearing it going to the shops, and Louis felt sort of weird about that, excited and odd all at the same time. It didn’t stop him sending snippy texts, or Nick returning them in kind, but when Louis popped round at the end of tour, just to see if he could be awful to him in person, Nick answered the door in Louis’ terrible monstrosity of a jumper, and that was it, really.
