Any canon-ish multi chapter fanfiction that you could please recommend? Maybe with some angst in it too
This is basically “they are/were in One Direction.” Most of these have lots of angst, but that’s just how I roll. I tried to organize them based on time frame, with X Factor first and then post-1D at the end. (And not all of them are chaptered, but they are all a good length!)
nonstop earthquake dreams of you, lumineres - And there’s heat behind it, blazing, plasmatic, like stars crashing together, like an explosion in space, like a supernova, like a black hole–everything else sucked out of existence. There’s no bed and there’s no pillow and they’re not lying down, just floating somewhere, somehow, and there’s no room and there’s no X Factor house and there’s no Niall snuffling or Liam’s deep, even breathing and there’s no wind or traffic outside and there’s no hum of the heating unit and it’s all just Louis. All encompassingly Louis. or, harry falls hard and finds louis already at the bottom
True North, navigator, quitter - Altered-canon non-au set between November 2012 and January 7th, 2013.
The Sound of Your Voice From Far Away, pukeandcry - It’d be perfect, he convinces himself. Things with Lou are – well. They’re the way they are, and there’s no point dwelling on why it’s got that way. But he thinks this would help – not fix them, because they’re not broken. They don’t need to be put back together, they’re just. Out of sync, maybe. It would help. He thinks it would, anyway, if they could just be the two of them again, to be alone together with no outside influences pressing claustrophobically in on them, just for a bit. And driving down an empty highway with nothing else but Louis beside him is the best way to do that that he can imagine.Or, after the U.S. leg of the Take Me Home tour, Harry and Louis drive from L.A. to NYC. They figure some things out, like how to deal with the distance that’s been growing between them.
not ready to lose today, imsosorry - “I don’t mean, like,” Louis starts, coughing a bit, “I don’t think he’s become a diva or summat. I’m not trying to start shit. But like - he’s different, yeah? Or am I different?” “Maybe neither of you is different,” Zayn suggests. “Maybe just, like, your relationship has changed.” That much is obvious, but the way Zayn says it makes it sound profound. “Tour’s gonna be weird as fuck,” Louis says with a laugh that’s a lot lighter than how he feels.(Or, the one where Louis figures it out.)
didn’t even know that love was bigger, imsosorry - “Do you know why I shave so often now?” Harry demands. He’s talking so fast he’s almost nearing normal human speed; Louis can barely keep up. “It’s because I’m terrified you’re going to kiss me and feel my stubble and panic. I’m afraid every time we make out that you’re going to feel my dick through my pants and run off in the opposite direction. I’m changing myself for you, and that’s not what relationships are supposed to be about - ” “When have I ever asked you to change for me?” Louis says. “I don’t want you to do that. Christ, Haz, we’ve been doing this for six days, and I’m sorry if I’m not exactly caught up yet.”(Sequel to Not Ready to Lose Today. Or, the one where Louis and Harry get together and have to figure out how to get it right.)
the dark and the dentist, sunshiner - “I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.” We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies? “How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life. An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.
Indestructible, whoknows - “Hi,” Harry murmurs, and Louis hiccups out a sob.“Hi,” he manages, still clutching onto Harry’s shoulders. Harry’s fingers drift across Louis’ cheeks, and there’s something off about Harry’s expression, but Louis can’t figure out what it is.“I’m okay,” Harry says, and Louis is going to say something to that, even if he doesn’t know what, except Harry’s kissing him.Louis freezes.
(your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones, flimsy - Harry goes as Louis’ date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously.“Hey,” Harry hears himself say just as Louis climbs back into the car. He ducks down, holding onto the roof to look at Louis who cocks his brow at him and says, “What?”“I meant it,” Harry starts. “Like, I’d do it. I’d be your date for the wedding. If it’d make you feel less awful about being there and if you want me to, I’ll do it. I promise I’ll be good.”
And Then a Bit, infinitelymint - “We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.” Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts. (aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)
Every Arrow That I Aim Is True, estrella30 - “I can see you don’t believe me,” Harry says, pretending to be stern. Louis chuckles a little but doesn’t get out of the bed. “Anyway, I texted Liam and told him you’re with me. He said to stay here as long as you need, and he’ll deal with the show over there until you want to come back, all right?”Louis doesn’t say anything again so Harry whispers, “Just stay here with me for a while, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”Louis is quiet. He never picks his head up, but Harry can see the pillow move from where he’s nodding and his fingers tighten around Harry’s. “Yeah,” Louis says. “Yeah, all right.”
our shoulders, necks (used to fit so well together), deadspy - It was like a bucket of ice water being thrown on me without warning, then being warmed up by a lover’s hands, like seeing the sunset for the first time, like breathing, like wanting, he thinks. “It was like he’d never been gone,” he says instead.[Or the one where Louis and Harry fall in love and fall apart, Harry goes to London for the first time in five years, Louis owns a record label and thinks way too much, and Zayn gives excellent cuddles (and advice).]
Through the Darkest of Your Days, robpatFF - “Harry thinks he might not really know what okay is, but Louis is warm next to him, solid and constant and questioning. He’s all wide eyes and nerves and vulnerability. And this feels alright, this might be some sort of okay, Harry thinks.” Future!fic, roadtrip!fic, OT5 friendship!fic.
hold a hand for cover, vashtaneradas - they’ve still got all the money in the world, all the big nights and bigger houses, all the people at their doors with singles and album deals and promises of more, they still have all of that, and they will forever. the only thing they’ve burnt through is each other. or, two years after the band, harry and louis bump into each other for the first time.
finding our way back through the flame, sewmyname - “How do you un-learn these behaviours, he wonders? How do you remember that you can’t do any of this anymore, when this boy who was once yours is in front of you, and so little about him has changed?"In which Louis and Harry manage to lose each other, somehow, when the pressure and the scrutiny and the pretence all become too much; and it’s a long time before they find each other again. A (mostly) future fic, set between December 2013 and December 2016.
For Better, Worse And Mischief (I’m All Yours), RedOrchid - The One Direction PR management team decides that Harry needs to get married. Harry doesn’t want to. Louis comes up with the perfect solution to the problem.(Working title: Fake!Husbands Whooot!)
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