Author Spotlight: softhar
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what i’d do to have you near
Words: 1.4k
Oh, to be a handsome young navy man in 1930 with curly hair and dirt on my nose on my break from hauling cargo from the shipyard, reading a Little Blue Book titled Homosexual Life that I bought for 5¢, pretending not to notice the banker’s son eyeing me in a truly sinful way.
alternatively called: handsome navy boy pines over hot banker.
the sunflower collection.
Words: 11k
As Louis places everything on the table, he looks up at Harry through his lashes and sends him a soft quirk of his lips before turning to help Jay with the pie. He heard the conversation, Harry realises, but while they bicker over how big to cut each slice, he finds he doesn’t really care. He’s just content with being in a place where there’s never lack of love, or laughter, or food, with some of the most important people in his life. If he has to fight to stay with them forever, then damn it, he will fight until there’s nothing left in him.
or, harry’s love through the ages, as told through his songs.
time’s never been on our side
Words: 31k
“Come back to me,” the man whispered in a surprisingly deep voice, his sad eyes flicking over Louis’ face. “Please.” he gave Louis’ hand one final squeeze, then turned around and silently left the room, leaving behind the faint scent of lilies.
All eyes were instantly on Louis — or rather, on the hidden object in his hand. Everyone subtly crept closer to steal a quick glance, while some started bombarding him with questions about the strange man.
Louis could barely register the questions over his own confusion. He brought his hand closer to his face and opened his fingers carefully, revealing a shiny gold pocket watch unlike anything he had ever seen before. When he pressed the small button on the side, the lid popped open and revealed a pearl-colored watch face with small encrusted diamonds in place of actual numbers.
“Who was he?” Louis faintly heard someone ask. All he could do, though, was stare at the gold watch in his palm.
After a moment, Louis shook his head and whispered, “I…I don’t know.”
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or it’s 1974 and louis falls in love with harry’s photograph.
and it’s called black magic
Words: 6.7k
“What the fuck, Stephanie,” Harry deadpans and the anger that had been coursing through their veins fades away as they absentmindedly scratch at the soft spot between her ears. Behind them, Niall gasps quietly and they turn around to look at them with a raised eyebrow. “What?”
“Haz, she’s your aunt. You can’t say that,” Niall whispers, horrified. He takes a long step backwards, his hands raised in surrender like he’s trying to tell Aunt Stevie he has nothing to do with Harry.
The heavy book that falls on Harry’s head a moment later makes them think she agrees.
or, the witch fic inspired by stevie and harry at the rock & roll hall of fame that nobody asked for
Part 1 of the witch squad chronicles
paris holds your heart
Words: 38k
“I’m Niall Horan,” he introduces himself and Harry grins, pretending he hasn’t known all along. “What’s your name?”
“I… I don’t know,” Harry says, his face flushing red when Louis throws his head back and lets out the loudest cackle.
“How do you not know what your name is?” he asks in between laughs.
“They…” he falters for a second and looks down, ashamed. “They gave me a name at the hospital; Harry. They said I had amnesia. There was nothing they could do about it.”
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it’s 1925. st. petersburg is now called leningrad and harry doesn’t remember who he is.
but darling, don’t you know i’m the one for ya?
Words: 1.2k
“i don’t want to be like harry and louis, niall.” shawn glares up at him through his eyelashes, protectively crossing his arms over his chest. “i do not want to go through five girlfriends in a year just because i’m with you. i want to be able to go to fucking disneyland and go on rides and take cute pictures and hold hands in public with you without have my career getting ruined by some homophobic assholes. i don’t want to hide our relationship.”
you think being yourself means being unworthy
Words: 7.5k
The lie tastes like chocolate as it leaves her mouth; a dark and bitter flavour coating every inch of her tongue that doesn’t want to disappear no matter how hard Harry tries to make it go away. Liam doesn’t look convinced, neither does Niall if their frown is anything to go by, and Louis is nervously picking at her nails, but all Harry can do is clear her throat and go back to her essay. She can feel their eyes on her, taking every single aspect of her appearance, and she’s suddenly overwhelmed with the need to cover up, to shrink until she’s nothing but a speck of dust. Swallowing hard, she ignores their worrying and instead focuses on finishing her damn essay.
you & i would look gouda together
Words: 3.7k
“Look at this tiny bab!” Harry exclaims happily, smiling so widely at the little mouse that he can feel the dimples on his cheeks. “Can we keep it?”
“Please?” Niall drags out the e as he turns around to face the other two and sticks his lip out into a pout. “We can take it to the vet and let the doctors give it medicine and shit.”
“Niall, it’s… it’s cute but we are not fucking keeping this mouse!” Liam tells them with a shake of his head, a shocked look on his face. The same look appears on Louis’ face when Liam pulls the spatula away from him, having realised he’s not trying to hit anyone with it anymore and shoves it down in his pants with a satisfied smirk.
