hiiii do you have any bodyguard/protective louis fics ??? (except cut your teeth on my heart)
Hi, anon! If you hadn't mentioned already reading that one, I would have for sure put that on here! That's a great one. Anyway, here are some more bodyguard Louis fics for you!
You Took My Heart By Surprise by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove
There is reason to believe Prince Harry’s life is in danger. After a failed kidnapping attempt, Louis is assigned to guard Harry around the clock. He is the best at what he does, but he has a tendency to not get along with clients. Louis and Harry start off on the wrong foot, but it soon becomes clear that neither is at all what the other expected.
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Queen Anne met Louis’ eyes. “While your file documents many remarkable accomplishments, it also contains a number of early terminations. Why is that?”
“It all depends on what your priorities are,” he said slowly. “If your primary concern is protection, I’m your guy. If you’re looking for someone polite…” He shrugged. “I don’t generally try to be rude, but social graces aren’t what I’m being paid for. If someone values being sucked up to over being protected, that’s their problem.”
“You seem quite well-mannered,” Anne said, frowning.
Both Nick and Louis snorted at that. “You’ve only known me for ten minutes,” Louis said. “Give it time.”
Not Quite by alltheselights
Niall gives Harry an exasperated look, nodding slowly. “Okay...so do you want to explain why we’re hiring Louis? And do you want to explain it without making any mention of his soft hair or ample buttocks?”
As Harry prepares for the premiere of his first blockbuster film, his manager encourages him to hire a bodyguard as a precautionary measure. Harry ends up making an unusual choice.
You're Perfect Now by Kiwiwoman
Louis is Harry’s bodyguard.
To Fight For Freedom by @snowy38
It was snowing when he went down.
His sturdy and well-worn hiking boots were tied snugly to his socked feet; the knee-high thick black fabric keeping his legs warm to almost the point his pleated kilt rested just above his knees. Almost, because there was still a good four inches of skin bared to the elements.
His father had told him he had no need to wear the traditional uniform, but Harry knew better than to believe him. In fact, the only reason his father would say such a thing was because he would rather see him in anything other than an item of clothing which resembled a skirt. The reasons for his reservations may well be justified but Harry couldn’t think about that right now.
It was snowing and he’d been shot.
