In honor of Fan Fic Writer Appreciation Day 2018, here are the first lines of just some of my very favorite Larry fics! I have so many other favorites that I’ve left out that I’ll have to do a part two one day. Enjoy!
🖊️ Louis pulls his collar over his ears as best he can and wonders why he decided to walk the short but bitterly cold distance between his little two bedroom home and the local (and only) pub in town.
🖊️ “Humph?” Louis called, letting himself into his flat.
🖊️ Dear Niall, I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.
🖊️ "Fuck, you're tight," Louis groans.
🖊️ “Why’s it always so fucking cold in here?” Louis asks no one in particular while he waits for the water to boil.
🖊️ Louis knows a lot about Prince Harry.
🖊️ Harry enters the apartment, and drops his shopping bags onto the floor with a sigh. A flick of his wand sets the kettle to heating, and he yawns and stretches, jamming the wand into the holster strapped between his shoulder blades.
🖊️ “I’ve had about enough of this shit, Sparrow.“
🖊️ “Man, my ass looks good today.”
🖊️ Harry pushes open the door to Smoky’s Bar, praying that the dilapidated sign with its burnt out letters isn’t a reflection of the interior.
🖊️ The thing about working at Fox in the Snow, is that the coffee shop itself is absolutely beautiful, practically a hipster photographer’s dream, and the sweets are delicious, made by hand, and the music is pretty good as far as hipster coffee shop music goes…But it’s a horrible place to work if you want to listen in on conversations.
🖊️ The Underground is always crowded in the winter, when London’s yellow streetlight haze is too weak to lift the snow fog on Chilworth Mews and there’s nothing to do but shiver, wet breath heating your scarf and steaming your glasses as you tramp down the slick, dirty steps of Paddington Station clutching a violin case to your chest at 6 a.m.
🖊️ "He’s glaring at me again,” Louis whines, biting down viciously on the straw of his iced tea.
🖊️ They finished their ”Where We Are”-tour on a Saturday night in Sydney, and Louis had never been as tired nor as high on adrenaline in his life.
🖊️ Louis shifts in his chair again to make it squeak against the floor, making Lottie cut off her intro for the third time to turn and glare at him.
🖊️ ‘Could Louis Tomlinson contact the Virgin desk, Louis Tomlinson travelling from Manchester please contact the Virgin desk, thank you. ’
🖊️ Saturday night dinners were a grand tradition, ever since Louis had first arrived in the city and sent a tentative Facebook message to Niall Horan hoping it was the same Niall Horan he remembered from middle school.
🖊️ The crowd was loud and pulsing as the concert reached its peak.
🖊️ Louis Tomlinson is on the rooftop of the LondonHouse Chicago when he gets the email.
🖊️ Harry threw himself back onto his bed and looked out the windows that lined the wall. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was a riot of colours, reflecting Harry’s mood.
🖊️ Bleary eyed, Harry pushed his way into the coffee shop between his flat and the tube station as he listened to his coworker, Nick, ramble on about the day they had ahead of them.
🖊️ Evening settled over London as Big Ben chimed on the hour, echoing, and rattling through the city’s walls.
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