Love Is In The Chippy by savannah_blue | G | 901 Harry likes to take his pet chicken Geraldine to the local chippy for lunch. When Harry runs into a handsome stranger one day at the chippy, Geraldine plays matchmaker. Written from the chicken's POV. Obviously.
Fish & Chips by BlackSlytherin | G | 1868 "The first thing he noticed was a big bright brown boot landing on the ground, and then there was a big bright guy following it. Bright as in he was flamboyant and suddenly he felt like screaming along all these girls because oh god that man was gorgeous, and Louis couldn't help but stare." Louis works at a Fish & Chips shop and Harry Styles is filming his Gucci ad.
the chicken can stay (but you've gotta go) by brokenstereotype | nr | 3337 Louis wonders who on earth wakes up at nine in the morning and craves fish and then wonders who on earth brings a chicken into a fish and chips restaurant. AKA because of that Gucci shoot.
No Harm, No Fowl by rainbowslovehl | G | 6381 “He’s here again,” Louis hissed at Niall, his co-worker who was scraping chips into a paper tray and on top of the fish. The guy passing by was distracting but according to Niall, he wasn’t an unusual sight for him. But he could indulge Louis, at least. “He’s just walked past the shop for the second time, probably on his second lap of the neighbourhood. What do you think he wants? What does it mean?” “He’s looking for his lost farm?” Niall supplied before sniggering at his own joke, handing over the order. “Don’t make that face and just stop obsessing over him. He’s just a guy.” Louis finds himself obsessed with figuring out why Harry roams around the neighbourhood in a blue robe. Featuring Geraldine the hen, bad bird puns and too much ketchup.
Let The Boys All Sing And The Boys All Shout For Tomorrow by Lunarrua | M | 18429 It's February 1988. Thatcher is in power. There's a new drug sweeping through the clubbing scene. In Manchester, it's the eve of a major protest and a new musical movement. And when Nick finds Harry looking lost outside his favourite chip shop, it's the start of a weekend that will leave an indelible mark on both their lives.
Fool For You by flowercrownfemme, lesbianferrissbueller | nr | 46622 “It’s not a game.” Harry scoffed, trying to push past him once more but Louis held his ground. “And I’ve never once told you a lie.” “All you do is lie," Harry argued. "Jests and tricks and made up stories, that’s your trade. I’d never trust a word from your mouth.” “I tell stories,” Louis conceded, “but a good one must be based on truth. And my stories tend to get a bit more truthful when I’m around you, Princess.” In which Harry is a brooding prince who's scarcely smiled since the death of his mother and Louis is the dashing jester hired to change that.
