#side niam

[allthefeelsfromthethingsiveread]

He deals with a sassy, 500 pound liger every day, but Harry Styles might be his downfall. The thought doesn’t scare him as much as he thought it would. Or, the one where Harry runs away to escape his past and Louis has nowhere else to go to have a future.

[zialllibrary]

“I think I should kiss him, get it over with. You know, because in the future I’ll just regret the decision and I’m asking your permission, you can say no, no pressure at all.” Liam says, and Zayn has a feeling he’s choosing his words carefully, because the situation is one that’s pretty messed up and they’re sorting it out in a pretty messed up way.

or where Liam thinks Niall is pretty, and Zayn suggests kissing him.

[when-i-was-harry-potter]

hattalove Summary:

Louis couldn’t be prouder of his bake, but there’s something—there’s something. Something about Harry Styles and the earnest way he measures, pours, mixes, scrapes. Something about the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he knocks the air out of his batter. or a great british bake off au in which louis cares about winning and winning only, harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and niall sticks his nose into other people's business. also featuring liam as louis's best friend-slash-concerned mother, and zayn as a macaron connoisseur.

[zialllibrary]

Niall is the town’s sweetheart. Everybody loves him.

Zayn is the newbie in town, along with his little brother, Harry.

Louis and Liam are the jocks of the town.

Somehow, they crossed paths and their lives are never going to be the same again.

[zianourryfanficgirl]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After a minute of silent communication with their eyes and body language and soft caresses, Louis can feel the air around them thicken like they’re in a bubble, their own little world. He doesn’t think about the camera. He doesn’t think about the twenty students watching Harry and him. He just knows that he wants to close the very short distance between him and Harry. He wants to mold them together, so that every inch of them is touching. Two half souls becoming one with two hearts, two brains, two lips touching and a connection no one else could ever have. And if that’s not sappy Louis doesn’t know what is. Softly their noses brush and his eyes slip shut and their lips press together. It’s gentle. It’s effortless. It's definitely something. Their lips fit together like they’d known each other for years and not minutes.

And that's how Louis knows he's fucked.

or the one where Louis is the wedding planner who has never had a wedding of his own and Harry is always the groomsmen but never the groom.

[allthefeelsfromthethingsiveread]

He couldn’t say it, he just couldn’t. As much as he loved Harry, Harry loved his dreams more. It was difficult, but Louis was comforted by the fact that he was taking home a suitcase of memories to keep, ones that he would never forget. The days, the nights, the laughter, the mischief, the friendship and Harry. The boy who chased his dreams so hard, that he had disappeared within the blink of an eye. Eight years went by, and he never looked back, and Louis didn’t wait for him to.

[allthefeelsfromthethingsiveread]

At least it doesn’t seem to be a love story, not when Louis throws pappardelle packages straight at Zayn’s face.

[allthefeelsfromthethingsiveread]

Take my hand I’ll teach you to dance I’ll spin you around Won’t let you fall down Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet Give it a try It’ll be alright Or, that one where Harry is the clumsiest professional dancer anyone’s ever met.