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@bestlarryfics
Tied Up In Knots
j_klmnop
It’s surprisingly easy to ignore a crush when there are meetings to attend, deadlines looming, and an entire office full of people to hide behind.
At least until an office party makes it impossible to deny the fact that Harry might not be hanging around Louis’ desk for work-related reasons after all.
🧦 Kiss me on the Mouth and Set me Free (but please don't bite)
By @seducedbycurls
Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.
"...Louis wanted him so badly. Wanted Harry to pick him up, bite him, and break him. Make Louis his, make Louis cry, make Louis a beautiful, plump, pregnant omega..."
Completed - 5 chapters
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The bergamot was wrong
FadedCorporate
Louis has been in a relationship with Harry for two years.
Harry has been sleeping with his friend Louis for two years and is absolutely not going to ruin it by saying something stupid like 'I love you'.
One of them is wrong. One of them has had the anniversary in his calendar since the first time they slept together.
This is mostly Harry's fault.
Such Small Mercies
FadedCorporate
The rotation is simple in theory: one vampire, one wolf, one house, three months. Keep the peace, maintain the property, sustain yourselves from the household provisions and don't cause any incidents. Simple.
Louis has been alive long enough to recognise a punishment dressed up as an honour. Harry has been reliable long enough to know exactly why he was sent. Neither of them did what they're here for, and the house still smells of what the last pair did to each other.
They were roommates. That's the whole story, really. (it isn't doe)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles/OMC, Harry Styles/OFC Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, not infidelity, Art School Summary:
AU. Harry sleeps around.
I’ll catch you, darling ✈︎ ||16K
By StormyDrama28/ @stormy-28
ᯓ ✈︎ ⋆°•☁︎
"What?" Louis asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm Harry."
Okay. That's not what Louis had planned for an answer. Harry. Nice name. Nice face. Nice eyes. Nice. Nice everything. Louis is doomed.
Or,
Airport AU. How an evening spent stuck in an airport can change the course of your life.
ᯓ ✈︎ ⋆°•☁︎
Cry, cry baby
Epub cover made by @valeries-creations
Written by @Pointerbrother
G: Larry AU
T: Strangers to lovers
W: 25K
Fest: @bottom-harry-ficfest
Anxiety and shyness are his best friends. Now, fuckboy LT wants to hang out with him.
Oh God… breathe.. breathe…
At the End of the World, There Was You
by bright90 (Ao3)
Words: 54k
Chapters: 2/2
Summary
The man aiming the rifle at him was definitely an alpha — taller, broader, and wrapped in enough winter gear to survive the apocalypse twice. His face was mostly hidden behind the weapon, but Louis could make out a strong jaw, a set mouth, and the kind of posture that screamed trained.
Louis raised his hands lazily, fingers trembling more from cold than fear. “If you’re here to shoot me, can you at least make it quick? I’m kind of over today.”
“What?” the voice asked, confused.
“I said,” Louis repeated, voice wobbling as his teeth chattered, “please do it fast, darling. I’m freezing, I’m starving, and I’m pretty sure I’m seeing two of you.”
Or - When the UK government turns on omegas, Louis does the only logical thing: run, hide, and avoid becoming part of another tragic news headline.
That plan works perfectly—right up until a grumpy farmer nearly shoots him.
Now he’s stuck on a remote farm with a moody alpha, a judgmental cat, and enough political chaos to make daytime TV look tame. Somewhere between surviving the apocalypse and learning to milk goats, Louis starts to suspect the world ending might not be the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.
You can hide, but you can't stay gone
Bright90
“Well,” Harry says, still smiling, “it sounds lovely here. I… think I’ll like it.”
Louis arches an eyebrow. “You should,” he says. “Seeing as you’ve booked the room for a whole two months. I briefly assumed you might be a serial killer looking for somewhere quiet to bury the bodies.”
Harry snorts. “I could still be a serial killer, you know. You’ve just completely ruined my element of surprise.”
Or- Global phenomenon Harry Styles just needs a place to hide for a few months; instead he gets a charming inn owner named Louis who treats banter like a love language, locals who might be running a small cult (jury’s still out), and a sheep named Bernard who adopts him as his emotional support human. Harry came to disappear, but instead acquires chaos, increasingly unhinged drama, and the deeply inconvenient problem of falling in love.
Or- a rom-com in a chaotic small town.
GUILTY FEET HAVE GOT NO RHYTHM by tommolinson
for @bottom-harry-ficfest
50k | explicit
“You look at me,” Louis whispers, “like you’re trying very hard not to. Are you?” Harry nods despite himself. He shouldn’t go further. He could be Louis’ mother. Louis is so close now that Harry feels Louis’ exhale on his mouth. “If you don’t want this,” Louis murmurs, “step away. Tell me to stop.”
or, the one where harry (barely) survives a divorce, raises his kid, and absolutely does not develop feelings for the hot neighbour across the hall. (he does.)
some time to borrow
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“Oh! Yes, I am so sorry,” the person starts saying, straightening up and looking down at the remnants of their bag still scattered on the floor. They shrug, as if to say, oh well. Louis stares on in disbelief.
The person leaves the half-filled bag there and walks toward Louis’ desk where he is still sitting staring at them. They present a large, tattooed hand. Their fingernails are painted an array of colours - pink, green, blue, gold. They look freshly done. Louis has never noticed someone’s nails before, but to be fair, he’d never seen anyone like this before in his life. Of that he is quite certain.
“M’Harry,” the person says, smiling wide. Harry has dimples, Louis notes. “But you probably already know that from the application! I’m told it made quite the impression here. I’m just happy we are finally meeting. I swear I’ve been talking to different human-sounding chatbots for the past three months.”
Harry isn’t wrong. The bank has started centralizing their calls to an AI-driven chatbot that had the audacity to fake-laugh and fake-hesitate in its answers. Absolutely vile.
please remain on the line
“Thanks for calling customer service, this is Louis, who am I speaking with today?” Harry barely held back a giddy laugh. This was so stupid. “ Hiiiii .” A pause. Then, a groan. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Harry kicked his bare feet up onto his coffee table, pushing aside a stack of magazines as his empty mug rattled. “Wow. That’s a warm welcome. Is that part of your training?” Louis sighed heavily but Harry could hear the smile in his tone. “What is it this time, Gutless? Forget your pin again?” Harry smirked at the nickname but chose to ignore it. “No, I got locked out of my account. Was just about to do some very important online banking and poof ,” he gesticulated in the air to no one, “access denied.” Louis hummed, the sound full of suspicion. “ Mhm . And how exactly did that happen?” “Technical difficulties, I guess,” Harry sighed dramatically. “It says here that you were locked out due to ‘excessive failed security question attempts. ’” Harry pressed his lips together. “Weird.” “Do you often spend your Saturday nights pretending to be financially responsible, or is this just a result of your dating hiatus?”
“If I did get locked out again— hypothetically , of course—what’s your work schedule?” Silence. Then, a soft, breathy laugh. “You’re an absolute lunatic.” on ao3 by @fckingfreakshow
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The Art of reading tea leaves
JamesFitzjames, queerdundy
"If he were such a good person, he'd be in here," he smiles jokingly. "You know that house elitist stuff doesn't make sense, right?" It's a comfortably old debate, one they both know the outcome of, and Harry takes it gratefully. "Harry Potter was Gryffindor, is all I'm saying," Niall argues easily and Harry opens up his books again. "And Voldemort was Slytherin," he fills in with a smile. "But Romeo was a Montague, you know. A rose by any other name and all that." "What?" "Never mind."
Hogwarts AU where Harry decides to take Divination without his friends, Niall wants to get laid, Liam and Zayn are the dream team in Potions and Louis has a secret. He also happens to be a Slytherin.
The Rip I Kiwiwatermelongrapejuice I E I 66K
“Deeper. Darker. Dirtier.”
That’s how you spot a rip. Every kid on the Victorian coast knows it, drilled into them young by the lifeguards who keep them alive.
Harry used to be one of those kids. Now he’s back in Lorne, standing between the flags, trying to remember everything he thought he understood.About the ocean. About himself. About Louis Tomlinson.
Sometimes rips aren’t always in the water. Sometimes they’re the things that drag you under when you thought you were safe.
The Rip is now complete and available in full on AO3 here
a fanart of You Made The Lonely Days Sing, by @/Bright90
I love this fic so much
link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/82813211/chapters/218034781
It's impractical (and I need it)
LetTheMusicMoveYou
“It’s called the Alphabet Challenge. Couples’ go on a date that starts with each letter of the alphabet. It’s super cute, and a good way to spice up your relationship. You should try it!” Harry says to Liam and Zayn encouragingly.
Louis scoffs. “Pretty sure if it needs that much spicing…” He uses his fingers to put air quotes around the last word. “Then your relationship is already doomed.”
Harry clicks his tongue disdainfully. “Of course you’re not mature enough to understand something so evolved. You probably wouldn’t last three dates.”
(Or the one where Louis and Harry are frenemies, but a slightly tipsy bet has them doing a challenge that involves going on twenty-six consecutive dates leading up to Christmas Day. Will they kill each other, or find out they have more in common than they thought?)
Don't Know What to Call This Feeling
by larryftnoctrl with art by @louieshalo for @onedirectionbigbang
Louis snorted. "Cheers, love. Wanna know more or are you done with dad bullshit for tonight?" Harry pouted. "There's more? Jesus, I feel like you need a joint or something." "Wouldn't say no honestly," Louis sighed. "But yeah. The baker cancelled the cake order last minute," his voice may have wavered a little at that. He wasn't going to cry. Louis was not the kind of pathetic sod that cried to bartenders. "Oh God," Harry gasped, pure horror in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Louis, fuck. Being a single parent sounds so much, I have newfound respect for my mother." Louis froze at that. Single parent? He laughed internally as he realized that it was a perfectly valid assumption to make when Louis was clearly the one dealing with all the fires. "Shit, sorry. Was that insensitive? I tend to put my foot in my mouth a lot. I meant it as a compliment, I swear. You're doing so well. Much better than I would be, for sure!" "I'm married," Louis said quietly. "To my daughter's mum. I- I'm not a single parent," he explained, his voice sounding faraway even to himself.
