Fic Summary - Week Nine + Ten
Harry Styles is secretly a world famous writer of bodice rippers. He is struck by writerâs block and he craves late night coffee. Luckily, there is a little cafĂ© that provides both inspiration and a delicious caramel macchiato. While pretending to write his next story, Harry finds a new muse and winds up falling for one of the baristas: bright, cheerful Louis Tomlinson.
Ache To Know The Song He Sung
Ogling hot men is a part of his job that Louis thoroughly enjoys. That is, if the ogling hadnât been reduced to a bare minimum the second DJ Harry Styles set foot into Funky Payno and ruined every other man for Louis, ever.
Or: Louis is a bartender and Harry is a DJ in a club in Barcelona. All they really need to do is get their shit together. Of course, thatâs not what happens.
Your eyes will lead me straight back home
Their not-date was a total disaster. Ok not a total disaster, maybe not a disaster at all but Louis was so infuriating!
âAre you even for real?â
âWhat? So you have the person you love get you a fucking ring, go to the city hall and make it official, but in essence, you belonged to each other since the moment you decided to commit?â
Harry threw his hands in the air. âWhat about romance?! And why do you say âfuckâ so much?â
âRomance is dead, young Harold. And maybe I just think a lot about fucking.â
Or the AU loosely based on the movie 27 dresses in which Harry is a photographer and he is totally Jane and Louis is definitely Kevin, except he is Jane too, he just needs the right person to get it out of him.
Through the Wall (Through the Wall)
âWe live in adjacent apartment and one day I accidentally knocked a hole in the wall and into your living room. Iâm really sorry oh my God youâre nakedâ AU from qulcksilvers.tumblr.com
And thatâs pretty much what I did. Thatâs where it started anyway.
say i hate you but i always stay
âIâm not taking you.â He snuggled further under the blankets.
He heard the sound of retreating footsteps and smiled to himself. He was waiting for the day Louis finally gave up on pestering him. Maybe today would be that day.
It was a nice thought, and he must have dozed off to it, because the next thing he was aware of was wet and cold.Harry shot up in the bed. His hair was dripping, soaked curls hanging in front of his eyes. Droplets of water ran down his bare chest. The sheets and blanket were damp.
Louis stood next to the bed with a smug grin. In one hand he was holding an empty glass.
About thirty minutes later, Harry was parked outside the football pitch. Louis climbed out of the car, duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
He waved at Harry and blew him a kiss as he walked away. Harry flipped him off.
Or the one where Harry hates Louis, heâs almost sure Louis hates him, and they live together. Driving him to football practice everyday is not apart of Harryâs plans, but Louis is pretty adamant if it means annoying Harry.
wait time is the worst (call me back)
art school au; louis really wants harry to call him back.
Harry and Louis used to fool around a bit when they were in the band together but all thatâs over now. Itâs been five years and Harry and Louis havenât seen each other since. Niallâs getting married and Louis needs to finally confront his feeling and talk to Harry.
When the local bar has a karaoke competition with a prize of free beer for a year, several people canât pass up the opportunity.
Harry loves Karaoke and drags Niall along.
Liam loves free beer and drags Louis along.
Harry and Louis like the sound of each otherâs voices.
Louis is a television actor who suddenly needs a bodyguard. Harry is the bodyguard he ends up hiring.
A fic loosely based on the classic 1992 movie The Bodyguard.