you don't know where you are by saysthemagpie | M | 5357 He doesn’t know what he was expecting. It’s not like Harry was going to greet him at the door, take him around and introduce him to all his teammates. That’d go over brilliantly, he’s sure. Hi, everybody, this is Niall. No, he can’t play football, but sometimes I let him jack me off in the showers after practice. (small town texas AU. harry's the star quarterback and niall's a kid from the wrong side of town.)
So Much Left to Say by myownspark | M | 7654 Harry remembers Louis stalking along the Cougar’s sideline as the final seconds of the game ticked away. He was apart from everyone, with his arms crossed and his head down, sort of fragile looking even in his pads and helmet. Harry’s fingers actually itched to hold his hand, just as they do now. He holds the phone up to take a selfie and smiles into the camera, trying to ask Louis a question with his eyes. (Are you really okay? Tell me the truth. I bet you’re sitting on your bed, playing Madden, sulking. If you want to see me, I’ll come. I know you better than anyone. You’re sad. I’d like to come.) He pushes send. (Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose.)
Now is Night by angelwarm | T | 7798 “Glad to see you haven’t sold out,” Harry murmurs. He’s leaned up against the lockers, body long and sweeping. Louis grabs a notebook from the top shelf and slams his locker shut. His smile is small, wry. “We all sell out in different ways.” “Have I?” Harry’s hair is getting longer—brown curls falling into his face. For what feels like ages, Louis traces each of his features in his mind, the way Harry’s grown into his nose, the reddening of his lips that always makes it look like he’s just bitten into strawberries. The last piece they played together before Harry quit was Frances Lai’s Love Story, and—and nothing. If anything came of it, it allowed Louis to believe in coincidence, in the random events of the universe, in the reality that there was no point to any event. No meaning, unless he assigned it meaning. Louis readjusts the cigarette behind his ear. “Of course not, Styles. Once a golden boy, always a golden boy.” [high school au where labels are a Thing only sometimes and people talk]
Assumptions by lovelylounatic | E | 8793 Harry is a the quarterback, Louis is a cheerleader. Bestfriends help each other out a bit after a big win.
fire for a heart by alnima | M | 28378 “Then how come I’ve never noticed him before?” Louis asks, because he knows everyone. Or well, he knows most everyone. That’s his thing. He knows people. That doesn’t mean he’s friends with them or that he likes them all – or that they like him – but still. Zayn somehow slipped under his radar and he doesn’t understand how. Zayn is—Louis would have noticed him. “He’s shy. He’s not really concerned about being known,” Liam says, like that’s an explanation for it. And maybe it is. Maybe not everyone wants the world to know their name like Louis does. “And why are you so concerned about him? Do you like him or something?” “I don’t even know him, Liam, don’t be ridiculous.” Or the one where Louis is on the football team, Zayn is in yearbook, and they make it work.
bloodsport by tofiveohfive | E | 40283 “You 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 left—” Louis stops when he hears a chuckle. He doesn’t think he’s said anything particularly funny, so he turns to Harry, waiting for an explanation. “‘S funny, ‘s all.” Harry throws his finished bottle somewhere near the other discarded ones. “This is the first time you’re talking to me in eight months, and it’s still about football.”
hush. by Wankerville | T | 41162 “I don't like you like that, Harry.” “See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.” or an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.
