The truth is Louis knows heâs going to hell, if there is such a thing, but it isnât because he writes erotic fiction for a living. If anything, itâs because his muse, the reason heâs inspired to write about people shagging in increasingly creative ways everyday, is the sweetest, loveliest, most genuine (and completely oblivious) future children-book illustrator in the world. Â
(Or, the one where Louis is a writer, Harry is an art student, and they inspire each other in very different ways.)
âYou know how our next game is against the Cardinals, right? You remember how vicious those guys can get. I wanted us to come up with some plays, maybe work on a block from the leftââ
Louis stops when he hears a chuckle.
He doesnât think heâs said anything particularly funny, so he turns to Harry, waiting for an explanation.
ââS funny, âs all.â Harry throws his finished bottle somewhere near the other discarded ones. âThis is the first time youâre talking to me in eight months, and itâs still about football.â
Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edwardâs Lake and Louis in his familyâs farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school, Louis stuck around and Harry did not; Harry went to Chicago where he found a boyfriend and couple of college degrees. Six years later, Harry ends up back in Edwardsville for the summer and he and Louis fall into old patterns and discover new ones.
ft. One Direction, the local boyband; Horanâs Bar and Grill; families, most especially children and babies; Officer Liam Payne; many local festivals and fireworks displays; and Anne Cox, PFLAG President.
Mountain by risusly 2k
ââŠI thought weâd buy some fireworks.â He leans in to peck Harryâs nose before stepping out of the car and going around to where the pump is.
âFireworks?â
âItâll be romantic. Summer night, young love, illegal fireworks.â
or⊠Louis and Harry go on a small road trip to get some fireworks. Lots of fluff and explosives.
another hazy may by deLILah 41k
louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.
Naked & Proud by kiwikero 18k
The town itself is tiny, as evidenced by the ten minutes itâs taken Louis to drive the entire thing. Thereâs not a single recognisable brand in sightâno Tesco or McDonaldâs or even a bloody Starbucks. Lining the streets instead are mom and pop stores with names like âJerryâs Burgersâ and âThe Market Basketâ andâŠ
â'Naked & Proud?'â Louis almost slams on the brakes at the outlandish sign, the name written in a seemingly innocent font, words curved around a large cartoon peach. He canât help turning into the carpark, easing the car into a spot next to a beat up truck.
He isnât sure what to make of it. Surely it isnât a strip joint or sex shop, not with the families and little old ladies going in and out of the establishment. Some kind of nudist hangout, perhaps?
And, oh, God. Did Louisâ mother accidentally send him to live in a nudist colony?
In which Harry runs an organic store, not a nudist colony, and Louis doesn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
Flamingoes Donât Fly by Awriterwrites 63k
Louisâ eyes are just as blue as Harry remembers and his tongue, Louisâ clever clever tongue, slightly pink and wet, peeks out to slide over his lips. Harry stares at him and feels like it is only the two of them in the room. Harry wants to ask him how heâs been? What has he been up to? Why didnât he call, email, text? Why the hell havenât they seen or talked to each other in 8 months? But all Harry can do is stare at him. His mouth, angular cheekbones, unshaven faceâŠhis small compact body buzzing in his chair, looking like he wants to pounce forward himself. He looks exactly the same if not a bit more rough, older, maybe? It may have to do with the scruff on his cheeks and chin.
A waterpark AU where Harry and Louis finally figure it out.
Behavioural Ecology by turtlekz 81k
Louis Tomlinson is a primatologist working with the Jane Goodall Institute for primate conservation; and Harry Styles is the photojournalist sent from National Geographic to write a piece promoting awareness about the endangered species. They meet, and love is never, ever simple, as we know.
Featuring Eli the chimpanzee, bickering humans, storytelling, and five men who come to gain an understanding of what it means to be human; all stationed in the Republic of the Congo.
let it shine under the morning star by orphan_account 22k
It's the summer of 1891, and Bruges has significantly more angry swans and accidental Irish revolutionaries than Harry was anticipating being faced with on his summer holiday.
In The Long Run by stylesforstiles 11k
Summers come and go, but for Louis they couldn't go fast enough
Blessed be the Winds Above iwanna_seeyou_undoit 35k
Harry has a brief moment where he wants to throw Louis over his shoulder and walk off with him, but he pushes it down. Nothing good can come from dwelling on the feeling in his chest. What he needs to do is get some booze from the bar, get drunk with his mates, and put all thoughts of relationships with cute, English sailor boys safely away in a locked box. As far away from the reckless side of his brain as possible.
In which Louis is a fisherman and Harry is a lot of things, but a fool isn't one of them.
You Come Beating Like Mothâs Wings by supernope 81k
Harry smiles. He's only known Louis for about two hours, knows nothing about him past his first name, but he's nice and sarcastic and helpful and so, so pretty. And Harry's still got a few days left in Barcelona, and he thinks he wouldn't mind spending them with Louis.
Also known as, Harry takes the summer before uni to travel Europe and meets Louis in Barcelona, and they end up traveling together.
rivers âtil i reach you by embodied 29k
Louis canât begin to understand how heâs always this close and still canât manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer.
AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).
i could dream all night by fondleeds 73k
As the sun kisses the horizon, one last flash of light before the stars and the moon take over, his phone will brighten in his grasp, Louisâ name appearing on screen, come over or wanna see you or miss your mouth. Harry always lingers on those messages, elbows bruising on the cool metal of the railing by the lookout, watching the water as he thumbs at the side of his phone, lips bitten into his mouth, trying to will away the bubbling in his stomach, the heat that flushes to his neck at the thought of being thought of.
At the thought of Louis thinking of him.
AU. Harry spends his summer away from the city.
The Melody You Never Heard by bananasandboots 30k
It's one last adventure. One last chance to be young and carefree. One final weekend before they take up their internships, their corporate positions, before they enter the real world, fresh out of university. Niall's his best mate. Liam's been there for him since they were lost, little freshmen, trying to find their ways through an overwhelming first year. Harry can't disappoint them, even if it means enduring four days with Louis.
Louis, who he does share a history with, a history he's never told anyone about, not even Niall, a history he hasn't brought up in three years because it's stupid and embarrassing and confusing.
Or, the one where Harry gets roped into a four-day camping trip with the boy who kissed him and never called back.
Boys of Summer by sharktoothedfawnskinned 49k
What he wants is for this to be a forever thing, not someplace Harry spent the summer once. Â What he wants is for this to be more than a memory.
(New Jersey beach town AU.)
A Red-Dusted Planet by onewasturning 38k
Harry finally makes it to the edge of the pool where Louis is almost curled up in on himself laughing in the shallow water. He wants to feel annoyed, his competitive side rankled at the unfair and unjust tactics used by his opponent, but itâs likeâ
The light refracts off the water and moves across Louisâ skin, darkening the ink of his tattoos, and he looks beautiful, dazzling, still that god laughing down on all the destruction he's caused. And Harryâs heart is caught somewhere in his breathless chest, like itâs become tangled amidst the veins and arteries whilst trying to make room for wet boys on warm, summery days.
Or, a one-night stand in a small town in Australia turns into a weekend that Harry could've never predicted with a boy he may never forget.
Every Arrow That I Aim Is True by estrella30 24k
âI can see you donât believe me,â Harry says, pretending to be stern. Louis chuckles a little but doesnât get out of the bed. âAnyway, I texted Liam and told him youâre with me. He said to stay here as long as you need, and heâll deal with the show over there until you want to come back, all right?â
Louis doesnât say anything again so Harry whispers, âJust stay here with me for a while, yeah? Iâll take care of you.â
Louis is quiet. He never picks his head up, but Harry can see the pillow move from where heâs nodding and his fingers tighten around Harryâs. âYeah,â Louis says. âYeah, all right.â
Escapade by dolce_piccante 146k
In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.
our little corner of the world by brownheadedstranger 29k
AU. Louis is stuck in his mom's diner for the summer. Harry is the line cook with a pickup truck.
Outwit, Outplay, Outlast by dancesongsoul, lookatyourchoices 60k
âTommo and Harry are gonna do it. I donât know when, but theyâre gonna do it. Theyâve got the mattress, the pillows, everythingâs in place, and theyâre gonna do it. I really wish those two the best of luck.â âTaylor Swift, "Chapera"
Or a Survivor All-Stars AU in which Harry and Louis are just in this game to win the million dollars, but they end up with something better.
Featuring Harry's yellow swim shorts, Louis in snapbacks, and OT5 shenanigans.
i wanna be your lover, baby, i wanna be your man by tomorrows 26k
Harryâs voice is quiet, if not a little hesitant, when he murmurs gently, âWhat does that make me, then?â
Louis searches his brain for the right words, eyes glued to the tentative curiosity etched all over Harryâs face.
âIt makes you worth keeping,â he decides.
A Fleet Week AU where Louis and Harry are in the US Navy and fate gives them a week together. Fireworks, a house by the lake, and lots of kissing follows.
Speaking of Marvels by navigator, quitter 100k
AU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors' son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling.
the lunatic, the lover, and the poet by juliusschmidt 28k
Louis Tomlinson, Harry's long-time crush, shows up at summer Writing Camp. But, of course, like everyone else on the planet, Louis is interested in Veronica, not Harry.
Never Had a Chance by kiwikero 22k
âWhat if we donât have to?â Louis asks slowly, and Harry can practically see the gears behind Louisâ eyes spinning madly as his mind concocts whatever harebrained scheme heâs envisioning.
Harry lets his hand fall to his lap, Louisâ fingers still closed around his forearm. The other boy makes no move to pull away, and Harry relishes the unexpected contact. âDonât have to what?â Harry asks, his brain catching up with his ears as he looks at Louis expectantly.
The pink, pointed tip of Louisâ tongue darts out to wet his lips before he fixes Harry with an intense stare. âHave to go to uni without losing our virginity first.â
Or, the one where Harry wants Louis, Louis wants to lose his virginity, and a camping trip is exactly what they need to sort themselves out.
under the vanilla sky by Awriterwrites 8k
Who the hell wears a hat like that on a yacht? That's one of the things Louis thinks when he sees Harry from across the deck of the most expensive, ridiculous boat he's ever been on. He also thinks he'd like to get closer. Just to see what's under those aviators. Just to verify that, yes, in fact, those white swim trunks might be a little see-through when wet. Just to see if someone could really be that hot in real life. On a yacht. In the Caribbean sea just off the coast of St. Barts.
Here's what really happened on that yacht.
Or, my opinion, at least.
a seaside summer in your eyes by thispieceofmind 9k
harry works at the ralph's italian ice booth on the boardwalk and louis is the chair dude. harry has a plan, kind of.
Jump Before We Fall by green_feelings 107k
Louis and Zayn's lives revolve around running a hotel by the sea, Harry is a student who wants a life far from home for just a little while, Niall doesn't know where life leads him and Liam thinks he has already found all purposes in his life.
Alien Roadtrip! by HelloAmHere 16k
For the first time in his life, Louis doesnât know where heâs going. Harry doesnât mind.
OR: roadtrip with desert feelings, too much snack food, and empty motels. Harry is definitely absolutely not an alien. That would be ridiculous.
Blueberry Pie by pappylou (mayalinified) 5k
July 4th, 2015 and Louis flies all the way to LA to be with Harry for a holiday that neither of them celebrate
devil town by kingsoftheimpossible 50k
a southern us au
âMmm,â Louis hums, tipping his head slightly in acknowledgement. âYou know what I reckon all the baseball games youâve seen have in common?â
Harry rocks on his heels, uncertain, drifting. If it were daylight, if he could see Louisâ face, maybe heâd see where this was going. As it is, he hazards a guess, smiling beseechingly even though Louis probably canât see him very well. âThat I didnât know what was going on?â
âI reckon,â Louis says, taking the cigarette from his mouth and flicking the ashes to the ground, âyou only ever paid attention to baseball when it involved paying attention to me.â
Double-Play by photo41 13k
Harryâs studying abroad in the states with his best mate Niall, and somehow gets thrust into the world of baseball. Not that he minds though, as baseball is chocked full of attractive players, especially Buffaloâs shortstop, whose favourite past-time seems to be using as many baseball pick-up lines as he can. Directed at Harry.
âIs that a Louisville slugger in your pocket?â
Sunbathing by CalamityRondo 3k
Summer break is the best time of the year. Louis can do what he wants, especially indulging in his favorite hobby that includes a minimum of clothes and a comfortable spot on his mother's balcony. Today, it also includes the son of his mother's friend, in even less clothing than Louis. Louis can certainly enjoy that.
even when the summerâs passing by by honestlylemmejust 19k
Louis is terribly in love, Niall is Irish, Liam is a conundrum, Zayn is stormy, and Harry just really wants to find bigfoot.
Or the au where itâs summer and Harryâs bright idea is to get his friends together to hunt for bigfoot, and Louis tries not to find it hopelessly endearing.
gadgets and gizmos a plenty by scagnetism 1k
âAnd I thought I should come tell you that your sign â it literally says yard sard, and I mean, of course people would know you mean sale, since itâs not like a sard is...anything, really, but.â
Or, the one where Louis has a yard sard...sale.
Itâs All Brand New Because of You by supernope 16k
Itâs nearing six oâclock in the evening, and despite the fact that itâs summer, the aquarium has emptied out considerably and itâs quiet as Louis wanders the exhibits. A few people try to ask him questions as he wanders, but Louis knows less about the creatures in the tanks than they do, so he keeps having to apologize and explain that heâs just a counselor, not a biologist.
AKA, Louis starts a new job as a summer camp counselor at the local aquarium and Harry is a biologist who really likes teaching people about the ocean.
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Written by: @allwaswell16
For: Larry Abroad Fic Challenge |Â @larryabroadÂ
Rated: Explicit
Wordcount: 30k
Tags: Enemies to lovers, Atmospheric Scientist Louis, Glaciologist Harry, Antarctic Research Station, Station Commander Liam, Engineer Zayn, Chef Niall, sexual tension, smut, light angst, mentions of grief
Prompt: Antarctica
Four years ago, Louis Tomlinson left the UK to live on an Antarctic research station for reasons best left in the past. Heâs carved out a life for himself on the ice and has dedicated himself to his research, his friends, and especially the Halley VI research station. Heâs less than thrilled when he learns that Harry Styles, a glaciologist from another base who once broke his heart, will be coming to Halley, and heâs definitely unprepared for the upheaval Harry brings with him.
must be something in the water | louis/harry | 3 400 words
They all remember, somewhere deep down, why they gave up everything they had for the Mermaid.
The last vestiges of kindness and bravery and everything that is good in the world are on board that ship. Louisâs heart is on it, moored by some nameless jetty.
written for the @wordplayfics challenge, prompt five: wind (except i messed up timezones and posted this an hour late so. itâs not in the collection fhsdkj)
i believe him when he tells of loving me | bitterlee | 28k
Five years of muscle memory couldnât just be gone. There was part of Louis that remembered Harry, maybe his skin or his hands or his mouth, or maybe Harry would get lucky and his heart would remember what his mind couldnât.
 - louis doesnât remember harry. harry takes him home. -Â
Louis is a sparkly go-go dancer on Saturdays. Zayn is his lifelong best friend with benefits. Zayn falls for someone new and Louisâ world turns upside down.
Harry smiled when the Chicago skyline came into view, its imposing cloud-scraping towers nestled into the edge of lake Michigan. The air was crisp and biting, as it was more often than not in the midwest in February, but that didnât stop him from rolling his windows down to allow a bit of that infamous wind to fill his lungs. He put the pedal to the floor, cruising down Lake Shore Drive, weaving in and out of traffic as his pretty Shelby GT350 tore up the asphalt. Sometimes it felt like he spent all year waiting for this trip, the two weeks he got to play in the city of broad shoulders. The Chicago Auto Show.
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When Harry finds himself in charge of Fordâs installation at the Chicago Auto Show, thereâs already a lot on the line. Little does he know that a seemingly harmless bet on the fastest pony car might just up the stakes even more. With the help of a few familiar friends, Harry finds out that sometimes itâs not about the destination, but whoâs along for the ride. And that Niall will not be denied his churros.
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For my darling friend @twopoppies. I hope this makes you smile. Youâve been along for the ride with me this whole time, itâs only fair this goes to you.
Thanks to my amazing betas @phd-mama and @myownsparknow for all the support and guidance with this one. Love you both so much.
And to the squadron @cuethetommo @allwaswell16 @taggiecb @a-writerwrites and @freetheankles who have also supported this one since its conception. Iâll never forget that cold February night reading this aloud and hearing you all read from your own works as well. It was magic.
Last thank you goes to @suddenclarityharry for making the GORGEOUS manip below! Itâs been waiting forever to see the light of day while Iâve been finishing this little monster of a fic. Go give her some love too!
Summary:Â For the first time in his life, Louis doesnât know where heâs going. Harry doesnât mind.
OR: roadtrip with desert feelings, too much snack food, and empty motels. Harry is definitely absolutely not an alien. That would be ridiculous.
tags:Â Roadtrip; Scientist Louis; Supernatural Elements; Snacks & Snack Food; dangerous levels of Tom Petty exposure; American weirdness; wistfulness; Loneliness; Comfort; equal apologies owed to biologists and people who live in Nevada and people who like slim jims; Cacti; feelings about science; Explicit Sexual Content
Title: Saving Symphony Hall
Author: HelloAmHereÂ
Chapters: 19/19 (Complete)
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 125k
Summary:Â âI think I have an idea,â Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. âGod damnit, I think I have a really good idea.â
âOh christ, thatâs the problem-solving face,â Babs said. âLast time we saw that face, he sold a company.â
âWait, what?â Zayn asked.
âRight place, right time,â Louis said. âAlso, fuck my life,â
âWhat?â Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.
âI usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,â he said. âItâs better for us all.â
âThatâs the attitude,â said Louis, âIâll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. Iâm gonna save our symphony.â
oh thank you for sharing and for such a pitch-perfect (lol) edit! I adore the color palette. Plant love forever! Harry being charismatic in endless suits! My tender little omega Louis so sharp and observant of everyone but himself!Â
*Just a quick note...this is not a Christmas/December themed fic rec, just a list of recommendations iâm putting together in December. Iâve mostly been re-reading fics, so thereâs a bunch of old fics on here but I havenât done one of these in awhile so here goes...
we wreck havoc with our hearts by flimsy 9k
Harry finds that he can't keep things separate; neither can Louis.
Harry tousles his hair, smoothes it back, shrugging. âAlright,â he says. âIâm, you know, outside if you need anything.â
âYeah,â Louis replies. âSure.â He doesnât look like heâll be needing Harry, and Harry tells himself that thatâs okay. Theyâve both got their moods sometimes or maybe the timing isnât good, and if itâs not then thatâs alright as well. Harry can respect that. And itâs not like this is their first tour; Harry knows that Louis will come around. He always does.
anything you ask and more by orphan_account 19k
louis knows that he's in love the second harry begins speaking about the bolsheviks. (or, louis is a history teacher & harry is the fit curator that he desperately wants to mongol invade him, however many times niall tells him he's a psychopath.)
candy in your mouth (i know you love me) by embodied 6k
âYouâre wrong,â Harry says, jaw clenched tight. âBecause if all I wanted was a fuck, Iâve got at least three willing parties a phone call and a five minute drive away. What I want is you. I want us, I want it to be normal again -â
âWhat the fuck is normal?â Louis yells, much too loudly, and has to pause to consciously lower his voice before he speaks again. âBecause a year ago, normal was eating too much takeaway and watching B-movies on Netflix in your room, and then normal was me choking on your cock at half past two in the morning, and I donât know about you, but as of the past few weeks, normal is not seeing or talking to you at all, because Iâve all but admitted that Iâm fucking crazy for you and you donât know what to say to that.â Louisâ chest heaves, his breath coming out short. He hears his own throat stick when he swallows, and his voice is decidedly weaker when he asks, âSo which one is it, Harry?â
AU. Things have shifted since last Christmas.
kiwi by fondleeds 24k
With a stuttered mixture of a laugh and a groan, Harry lets his head droop, pushes his forehead against Louisâ chest and leans into him, fingers curled around the railing.
"Youâre driving me crazy,â he breathes.
Louis lets out a puff of laughter, and when Harry lifts his eyes, the look in Louisâ gaze is one he knows too well, so distinctively coy and mischievous and gently charming, his lips quirked up with a smirk. Harryâs heart falls into the palms of his playful hands. âYouâre into it.â
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AU. Harry plays on Saturday nights at The Motley. Louis bartends on Saturday nights at The Motley.
Itâs a thing.
Howls Like A Beast (You Flower, You Feast) by indiaalphawhiskey 16k
âI do,â Harry had insisted pleadingly, green eyes already watering.
Louis had rolled his eyes, exasperated and flippant in the way only beautiful, young boys could be when faced with the affections of a baby prince. He had run his finger down Harryâs cheek then, had forced him to look into his eyes as he delivered the final blow.
âYouâll change your mind once youâve seen more of the world,â Louis had teased, pressing a brutally delicate kiss onto Harryâs lovely, pure cheek. âOnce youâve been properly defiled.â He had whispered filthily, delighted by the gasp he heard, the frantic pink blush that had rested high on Harryâs cheeks, the power he had felt at knowing he could make the Crown Prince squirm.
itâs all fun and games until by louisandthealien 5k
This is happening, he thinks dazedly, more than half hard in his jeans. Harryâs finally coming onto him, and theyâre also about to summon a spirit.
or
âItâs the middle of the night and the ouija board just said we should fuck.â
(Take Me Home) Country Roads by Awriterwrites 86k
âSir, I can help you. Just let me â â He tried moving closer but the eldest child blocked his way. He backed off, putting his hands out in a passive gesture. âIâm a physician. I can help,â he tried again.
The man shook his head vehemently, passing the cup back to his grandchild. âTolâ ya. Donât need ya.â All of the fire had gone out of his voice, leaving behind a frail, sick old man with barely any breath to talk.
âI have medicines...I could make you comfortableâŠâ Louisâ voice was still small, but pleading.
âMountain Mama cares for whaâs ailinâ me. Donât need no fancy city doctors.â
Louis blinked at the man, still shaking from the coughing spell. Mountain â well, fuck. That backwoods, uneducated scam artistâŠ
âOf course he is,â Louis said curtly.
*****
OR a Northern Exposure AU featuring Louis as the big city doctor, Harry as a natural healer, Niall as a secretive barkeep, Liam and Zayn head over heels for each other but they don't know it and a lot of hurt, comfort and moonshine in between.
Harry came from one of the most powerful lines of fire mages in the country. He was supposed to be a natural at magic, a prodigy, even.
But instead he was in the X-Factor contestant house kitchen at two in the morning, wearing only his pants, and he had just set the stove on fire while making snacks for his bandmates and the boy he was in love with.
Or, just another X Factor fic featuring dumb boys with dumber crushes, growing pains, random fires, and a dragon.
Hands Clasped Tight by afirethatcannotdie 44k
âWhat am I looking at here?â Harry asks.
âThis, my friends, is a âproofâ Instagram account, run by your students,â Liam announces.
âItâs got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,â Niall adds.
âI heard about that,â says one of the math teachers. âConfiscated a kidâs phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that youâre dating is pretty damning.â
âReally,â Louis says dryly. âDo you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?â
Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.
In Circles of You and Me by theweightofmywords 21k
Louis pulls Harry closer by the belt loops. Harry could feel his breath warm against his neck as he brushes his lips against his skin. âYou know... I donât care if you kiss other people.â
Harry smiles as he feels Louisâ stubble scratch against his neck. âI know you donât, but-â
He stifles a moan as Louis bites down gently on the soft surface of his skin. âYou can kiss other people too-â
Louis pauses to look at him pointedly. âI know I can.â
âWell, have you?â Harry asks, his brows furrowed.
âWhatâs it to you?â Louis retorts with a smirk. âYouâre the one Iâm kissing now.â
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Or, Louis and Harry keep running into each other at parties. It doesn't mean anything, until it does.
Messtival by FullOnLarrie 3k
Just a bit of fluff for Halloween!
Harry is a history teacher, Liam is the assistant principal, Niall teaches something unspecified, Louis is the new drama teacher. Story takes place at the school's annual fall festival.
Too Hot (Hot Damn) by louissass 5k
âIâm what?â
âYouâre in heat, baby,â He repeats, frowning when he catches the look on Harryâs face. âI thought you realised?â
Or, the one where Harry goes into heat in the middle of a concert but doesn't realise because of the heatwave.
Barefoot in Blue Jeans by indiaalphawhiskey 24k
AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his sonâs au pair, but he canât, for the life of him, remember why.
And again, and again, on loop â Five boys in a circle on a roof. Niall throws a warm arm around Louis. Liam swears he will quit smoking, really, but someone is going to have to pass him the lighter again if theyâre going to be staying up here much longer. Zayn drags out a final inhale on the last dregs of his cigarette. Harry has no fucking clue what time it is. He loves Louis. He always loves Louis. On every New Yearâs Eve, he loves and loves and loves Louis.
or, Harry and Louis are stuck, all five boys are trapped on the roof, and itâs always New Yearâs Eve - an AU of AUs based on A Little Life a novel by Hanya Yanagihara
Louis watches with hooded eyes as Harryâs adamâs apple bobs up and down a few times, before licking his lips and slowly bringing his eyes back up to Louisâ. Even in this lighting Louis can see how dilated his pupils have become, and imagines his must look similar.
âAre you wearing lace under your top, Lou?â Harry asks, voice deep with a rough edge that sends a shiver down his spine.
âIâm wearing lace under my everything, Harold.â he says coyly, batting his mascara laden lashes slowly.
âI hate frats,â Louis repeats for what feels like the millionth time.
âYes, Iâve heard, once or twice or every day for the past three years,â Liam says. His careful tone reminds Louis of how his mom always sounds when one of his siblings is on the brink of a tantrum.
Louis glances speculatively at Liamâs frat brothers, who are still huddled together and chatting, with the exception of the one whoâs looking in Louisâ direction. Maybe Louis shouldnât rule out a tantrum. While making a scene wouldnât actually free him from fraternity nonsense in the future, it would at least be entertaining.
AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.
Boys Fall Like Dominoes by Lis (domesticharry) 6KÂ
Harry slips into an early heat while riding the tube. Naturally, that's when he meets Louis.
under me, you by hazzafrazza (colberry) 12K
You Wonât Believe Who Was Spotted Leaving Harry Stylesâ Primrose Hill Pad!
If Harry was being completely honest, it probably wasnât the best idea to be a world-renowned popstar and an infamous vigilante.
(Especially when all the comic books said never reveal your secret identity to keep your loved ones safe â which was all well and good, until Louis.)
Or: Harry wants a lot of things â fame, glory, Louis â but that last one is particularly hard to get when everyone thinks youâre dating your secret superhero alter-ego and suddenly youâve become your own worst cockblock.
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An eighties American high school AU; there are first times, football games, and feelings.
Sometime Around Midnight by cherrystreet 3K
It's a Tuesday evening when Louis hears that the band is in town. It's poor timing, really; he has precisely a thousand and one documents to catch up on for work, his flat needs a desperate cleaning that he's put off for weeks, and he's been fighting off a cold since Friday that finally seems to be winning. He stares at the bandâs flyer posted online - a bleak announcement that they're back for one night only at their old stomping ground, a shit time slot right around midnight - and he gives it about 90 seconds before he's leaping off the couch, looking for his wallet.
Or, Louis is trying to get over his ex, and he thinks that paying their favourite band a visit might help bring him some closure.
He's wrong.
rivers âtil i reach you by embodied 29K
Louis canât begin to understand how heâs always this close and still canât manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer.
AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).
Packed Lunches, Sticky Fingers and Accidental Levitation by LadyLondonderry 10K
Harry Styles is a skilled work-from-home potionist five years out of university with a steady job, a house, and... eight kids.
He also might be heading towards a breakdown if he doesn't get a bit of help.
Enter a meddling pixie and an old university friend he might or might not have had a lot of feelings for.
i could dream all night by fondleeds 73K
As the sun kisses the horizon, one last flash of light before the stars and the moon take over, his phone will brighten in his grasp, Louisâ name appearing on screen, come over or wanna see you or miss your mouth. Harry always lingers on those messages, elbows bruising on the cool metal of the railing by the lookout, watching the water as he thumbs at the side of his phone, lips bitten into his mouth, trying to will away the bubbling in his stomach, the heat that flushes to his neck at the thought of being thought of.
At the thought of Louis thinking of him.
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AU. Harry spends his summer away from the city.
The Melody You Never Heard by bananasandboots 30K
It's one last adventure. One last chance to be young and carefree. One final weekend before they take up their internships, their corporate positions, before they enter the real world, fresh out of university. Niall's his best mate. Liam's been there for him since they were lost, little freshmen, trying to find their ways through an overwhelming first year. Harry can't disappoint them, even if it means enduring four days with Louis.
Louis, who he does share a history with, a history he's never told anyone about, not even Niall, a history he hasn't brought up in three years because it's stupid and embarrassing and confusing.
Or, the one where Harry gets roped into a four-day camping trip with the boy who kissed him and never called back.
Do Not Go Gentle by afirethatcannotdie 70K
âThis is all a game to you, isnât it? Well, itâs not for me. This is a real life or death situation,â Louis says, spitting the words at him. âAnd I just donât think youâre cut out for it.â
For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.
Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harryâs. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harryâs scrub top, scratching at his lower back.
âLock â oh â lock the⊠fucking door,â Louis mutters.
When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.
A Greyâs Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?
Itâs nearing two in the afternoon and Harryâs waiting in the radar room for the telltale sign of another NOAA suicide mission. Itâs inevitable-any time the sky darkens to a grey gloom, the NOAA team plus Niall come barreling through the back door of Studio 99. Itâs inevitable that whenever the clouds begin drifting in peculiar ways and the radar indicates full scale thunderstorms ahead, Harry will play the waiting game.
With his focus completely shot, he sits in his own personalized black spinning chair. His initials H.S embezzle the back of the leather padding, a bit gaudy for workplace furniture, but Perrie insisted he use it when she bought it for his fifth anniversary as anchor meteorologist at Studio 99. Now, Harryâs sure she regrets it.
âStyles, youâre going to dig yourself a hole at the rate youâre spinning.â
Her blue acrylic nails clack on her computer keyboard as she finalizes her weather report for the four oâclock news.
Harry hasnât checked his radar in over ten minutes. The bright red and green squiggly lines would surely make him nauseous now that his stomachâs been catapulting in his body for this long. He hasnât always been like this before a storm; unproductive, and anxious, and crazy.. Heâs justâŠdistracted.
Itâs only a matter of minutes before Niall appears with his camera equipment, all smiles and endless excitement. Seconds later, the NOAA team will follow, one man jumpy and cautious with trembling fingers and an expression almost as pained as a constipated toddler. The other man, his polar opposite, all buzzing with anticipation, adrenaline rushing quicker than the whirring speed of an F5 tornado. Completely reckless, completely mad, and the one true source of Harryâs spiral towards insanity.
Louis Tomlinson, one of the many NOAA researchers leading the suicide crusade across the Great Plains in search of one fundamental truth: why do Tornadoes form? Harry doesnât care much about answering impossible questions, and he doesnât think Louis does either. For Louis, itâs about the thrill, the chase, the endless possibilities to see the world in its most vicious natural state. For Harry, itâs a death wish and he wants no part in it.
So when Niall, Liam, and Louis burst into Studio 99 with the gracelessness of a beginner ballet squad, Harry finally stops spinning.
âWe need keys for the Twirly Whirly! Stat,â Niall hollers without a single glance towards Harry or Perrie, or anyone in the studio, for that matter.
âJesus, stop calling it that,â Liam says, embarrassment clouding his already pale features as he rushes after Niall, referring to the renowned Studio 99 Storm Chaser van, so dented and worn from the constant abuse of harsh winds and hail that it resembles a round of Swiss cheese
Harry grants himself a brief moment of peace when he realizes Louis isnât anywhere in sight, but the illusion shatters when bronzed arms reach over his shoulders from behind and a warm breath melts into his neck.
âHey sunshine,â Louis says, âtalk weather patterns to me.â Itâs a perfect display of the relentless teasing Harryâs dealt with from the moment Louis arrived at Studio 99 three weeks ago. Harryâs simultaneously grateful for the attention and nervous about what it means. But then again, Harry isnât interested in pondering impossible questions, like the reasons behind Louisâ endearments. Heâs not interested in unraveling the impossibility of Louis.
âUm, according to the ensemble forecasting from NOAA we should be due for severe thunderstorms as early as four with high winds developing into the evening,â Harry rambles, feeling out of breath from the way Louisâ body feels wrapped around his.
âYeah, yeah, sure, but what about supercells?â Somehow Louis manages to lean in closer, peering at Harryâs computer screen with intense scrutiny and focus. âWhat are the chances weâll see mesocyclone formation?â
âHopefully, none.â
âHarry.â Louis pulls away and slaps him hard on the shoulder, âwhereâs your sense of adventure? Whereâs your unconditional support for my ongoing research?â
âLocked in the first aid kit that youâre going to take with you when you leave on your suicide mission,â Harry replies, rubbing his shoulder to relieve the brief sting of pain from Louisâ unnecessary assault. Despite his reservations about humouring Louis, Harry turns to face him and instantly regrets it. See, Louisâ inability to settle down, along with the constant longing he harbors for his blood to rush through his veins like kryptonite, arenât the only reasons for his impossible nature. His beauty is unfathomable and Harry is tired.
âIâd prefer it if you didnât insult my career choices, thanks.â
And Harry is most definitely, one hundred percent tired of the way Louisâ lips curl into a satisfied smirk any time Harry plays along with his game. Heâs even more exhausted by the way Louis looks so effortless at two in the afternoon, when Harryâs curls have already gathered a hint of frizz.
âTommo! Stop flirtinâ and get over here!â Niall beckons from the entrance to the home of the Twirly Whirly, also known as The Den, thatâs located on the far side of the radar room. Itâs actually justâŠa garage, but Liam wanted it to be called The Bat Cave, so Louis was forced to compromise to avoid âprofessional mockeryâ, and now thereâs a regular argument about who actually named it The Den in the first place.
Harry thinks it mightâve been Niallâs idea.
âAlright, Iâm coming,â Louis yells back, earning a few shushes from Harryâs coworkers in the radar room.
âSee ya later, Sunshine.â Louis reaches out to pull a strand of hair from Harryâs face, pat his cheek lightly with his fingertips, and saunter off to where Niallâs making gagging noises like the true best friend he is.
Once Louis is gone itâs quiet again, but only for a moment before the shouting ensues.
âGoddammit Niall, how could you forget your camera charger?â Louis yells, his voice echoing from The Den in a way that makes Harry wish he hadnât forgotten to pack his earplugs when he left his house this morning. Although, a tiny, annoying part of Harryâs brain is satisfied when Louis spirals into panic mode. Itâs kind of hot and Harry doesnât feel bad for enjoying Louis in every possible way.
Liamâs voice pops up next, most likely trying to calm Louisâ inner fury, but what he says never fails to put Harry even farther on edge than he was before, if thatâs even possible.
âAre we good on fuel?â Liamâs voice exerts a professional tone, probably the most professional of anyone in Studio 99. And he doesnât even officially work here.
âYes, Liam,â Louis says blankly, and Harry knows this is Louisâ least favorite part of storm chasing: the dreaded checklist.
âLaptop?â
âCheck,â Louis replies.
âRadios?â
âObviously.â
Harry chuckles, earning him a stare from Murphy, the camera guy. Murphy doesnât like Harry much, if his snide comments about shooting Harryâs Sweaterman segments are anything to go by. But then again, Murphy doesnât really like anyone, and he definitely doesnât like Louis.
âNever stops talkinâ that one. Can never get any peace âround âere,â Murphy whines beneath his unruly mustache. Harry doesnât ever recall seeing the manâs lips, with the way his mustache resembles a drooping pair of drapes.
âHarry, did you hear something?â Perrie asks, eyes still glued to her computer screen, once again reminding Harry that heâs getting paid to work, not to sit here, wondering what kind of snacks Louis packed today. Heâs definitely not getting paid to think about mustaches.
âHmm, no. I didnât,â Harry replies, and Murphyâs eyes contort into small black beads that look a lot like dust mites, which could probably be found in drapes.
Harry decides enough is enough, itâs time to get something done. He canât worry about Louis, heâs an adult, he can take care of himself, right?
He looks at the information gathering second by second on his computer, doppler radars and NOAA reports, and the Studio 99 twitter feed where Harryâs most devoted Sweaterman fans upload pictures of the sky in hopes that Harry will include them on his evening segment.
Harryâs eyes roam over the screen aimlessly, not seeing anything now except for those Ritz peanut butter crackers that he always makes sure to stock in the break room because Louis mentioned liking them one day in passing.
He sees them because Louis just updated Liam on his snack choices for the day and he just said peanut butter crackers, and Harry canât pretend his heart hasnât just burst through the fucking clouds.
Itâs only when he hears Liam ask âFirst Aid Kit?â obnoxiously loudly that Harry drops down from the clouds into full blown panic mode again.
âI dunno, Liam, do we really need the first aid kit?â
Yes, you do, dammit. Harryâs brain keeps telling him to move, to grab the first aid kit from the bottom drawer of his desk. Heâs trying so so hard to not give in. He doesnât need to do this, Louis is a big boy. He can decide if bandages deserve to join him on his suicide mission.
âLouis, are you absolutely sure we donât need those tiny disinfectant wipes?â Niall asks, after a suspiciously long pause. Harry suspects itâs because he forgot his Imax charger, and even though he doesnât care much about what people think of him, he cares what Louis thinks, and Louis thinks heâs an idiot for forgetting anything essential to surviving a death trap
âAbsolutely,â Louis replies, even louder than before. .
Except, Harry doesnât have the heart to care if Niallâs feeling sad right now, considering heâs playing the victim for Louisâ cheap thrills and Niallâs helping him.
Harry gets up from his spinning chair. He doesnât even have to open his bottom desk drawer because Perrieâs already doing it, with a small smirk and a shake of her head, because Harryâs so unbelievably predictable that he feels even more pathetic than Murphy right now.
Harry walks, head bowed, with the tightest of grips on the stupid first aid kit, an unmistakable force compelling him to head to The Den, despite the warning sounds blaring in his head about losing his pride again, for the third week in a row.
When he enters the dimly lit room, heâs met with three glorious smiles, one of them more striking than the others, and all Harry knows is that Louis looks beautiful when he smiles, all white teeth and crinkly skin and eyes brighter than the sun at midday. Itâs a bit overwhelming when Harry places the first aid kit into Louisâ outstretched hands and their fingers brush, and Harry realizes he doesnât mind the teasing or Murphyâs gross comments, or the gagging sounds Niall always makes whenever Harry so much as looks at Louis, Harry would gladly give Louis the first aid kit for the rest of his life if he asked him to.
âThanks, Harry,â Louis says, throwing the first aid kit into the back of the Twirly Whirly before heading to the passenger door.
âNo problem,â Harry replies dumbly, like always, because he canât help how he reacts to Louis.
âDress nice tonight, babe. You know I love you in those suits,â Louis adds before winking and disappearing into the Twirly Whirly, ready for whatever mother nature throws at him.
With a final pat on the back from Niall and a short wave from Liam, the Studio 99 storm chaser van starts up, careening through the open garage door like a fire truck rushing towards a collapsing building. The only difference between firemen and Louis is the fact that firemen donât go looking for fires, but Louis goes looking for storms.
With the van disappearing into the distance, Harry finally looks towards the sky. Itâs a lot darker than it was when Harry woke up this morning. Itâs ten times darker than the picture @weatherGary sent him on twitter. Itâs not as dark as the pit in Harry stomach but he guesses itâll get there soon enough.
Harry leaves The Den with empty hands and a beating heart, but when he settles back into his chair, itâs only a matter of seconds before he starts spinning again.
Itâs business as usual. Harry wonât be sleeping tonight.
