there’s no fair in farewell by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed
When Harry and Louis, two Cupids who have been bringing people together for decades, are tasked with making Soulmates Liam and Zayn fall in love, it proves to be much harder than expected. But maybe, just maybe, that isn’t such a bad thing after all.
Take Our Bodies Higher by @littlelouishiccups
Harry wasn’t often caught off guard at his job anymore. He called different men Sir, Master, or Daddy for work almost every week, but he’d never been told he was a good boy in a voice quite like that.
In which Harry is a phone sex operator and Louis dials a wrong number.
Can I bother you for a sex? by @perfectdagger
Reason #40 – Called/texted the wrong person, but he was into it anyway
“So, this isn’t really an invite for a sex, I see,” Louis spoke, not missing the chance. There was a teasing smile on his lips as he turned around to face Harry again after he had just closed the door.
Harry let out a laugh as he closed his eyes and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Louis,” he looked back at Louis, “this will haunt me forever now, won’t it?”
Louis shrugged. “Not my fault some people manage to mistext and sext others at the same time.”
When Harry mistexts Louis, Louis realises that he wouldn’t mind Harry bothering him with anything, especially not with sex.
A Few Very Good Mistakes by louisandthealien
He almost wishes there were a better story.
“Fucked up pop star ends five day bender by wandering into a dive bar alone and passing out in public.”
That would’ve generated press, he thinks, and if there’s one thing that’s constantly on his mind (or more accurately, on the mind of everyone else around him) it’s that all press is good press, and good press is good press but bad press is great press.
Besides, he’s 25 and trying to do the whole transition from boyband to solo pop star. He’s pretty sure a press-fueled meltdown is, like, a right of passage.
The truth, alas, is a whole lot more boring.
Louis falls asleep in Harry’s bar. Harry takes him home to hang out.
Won’t Say I’m In Love by @rosegoldhlfics
Of course Harry had to bring his hands together in front of his chest, and pout while pleading for a chance. Louis wasn’t falling for his charm, although he had to give it to him, he had upgraded his game. Good for him. That was the part where Louis should not-so-politely decline and move on with his life. That’s what any normal person would do.
Not Louis, though.
“Alright, Styles. One date.”
Harry is Mr. Super Athlete, Louis hates him, and somehow they fall in love.