Soul by roaroftheninth | T | 4772 Liam tosses a grin back over his shoulder. “What are you going to do when I’ve gone and there’s no one around to drive you round the bend?” Louis’ bike coasts to a stop. It happens so slowly that by the time he’s at a standstill, Liam is far ahead, up by the curve. “I’ll forget.” Liam stops much more quickly. They’re alone in the dome; their private conversation can be held across thirty feet of open space. “You’ll what?” Louis watches him. “I’ll forget,” he repeats. “Not the way you forget things, when you can’t pinpoint them but you still carry them in your heart. I’ll just have my hard drive wiped.” Or: Louis is the medical android tasked with taking care of Liam in a world after nuclear war.
Will You Still Call Me Superman by el_em_en_oh_pee | T | 6370 When Harry opens his locker, there's a box wrapped in blue tissue paper, wound messily in a skinny white ribbon, just sitting on top of his textbooks. A piece of paper taped to the top of the box readsTo Harry, Happy Christmas! I noticed how you're always chewing on your pencils in class so I thought this might help! -Your Secret Admir Santa xx In which Harry has an overwhelming crush on Liam, the nicest, coolest guy in school, and his friends aren't very supportive of the pain his crush causes him. The jerks.
we speak in tongues and start to teethe by theamazingpeterparker | G | 8856 There’s a moment, a second, where Liam’s eyes are spitting angry. Bright gold and looking like he’s going to tear Louis’s throat out. And then Louis growls low and tightens his grip on Liam’s neck, leaning close enough that he can lay his sharpened canines on the pulse that’s jack-hammering in Liam’s neck. He could kill him. He could at least bite him, sink his fangs into the soft meat where his neck and shoulder meet as a reminder of who’s pack he’s interfering with, whose turf he’s on. It’s the first time that Louis misses it, for a heartbeat, blood flooding his mouth from more than just a scratch in a fight. Enough blood to satiate the full moon buzzing in his ears. Or, werewolf fight club.
FourFiveSeconds from wildin' by apfelhalm | E | 11366 "What about this one? He doesn't look too bad. I could take on, uh," he stops to look at the name, "Liam. I bet I'd stand a chance against Liam." Liam looks fit, well-trained without being too beefy, and perhaps a bit ridiculous, too, with his gold chain and a bandana hanging from his trouser pocket. He also looks fit fit and if this were a normal dating app, Louis would swipe right in a heartbeat. This isn't a normal dating app, though, and Louis has a bet to win. "So? Are you going to pick him or what?" Harry asks, grinning very much like a predatory shark. Or: the one where Louis and Liam meet through a Tinder-style fighting app.
written in my memory by carissima | M | 21646 Liam turns towards the voice. It sounds a bit like Harry, but deeper somehow. Huskier. He blinks carefully as he stares at Harry, who's half-sitting in the window, staring back at him. Or maybe it's not Harry, he thinks dizzily because this boy is taller, much taller than Harry is. He's also got longer hair, tucked back in a bandana, and he's wearing clothes that Harry would never wear; tight skinny black jeans and a loose black tee, silver chains around his neck hanging loose over his chest. Or the one where Liam has amnesia and he struggles to connect with the boys.
Your Lips On Mine by taecheeks | E | 56139 The situation is weird, like really fucking weird. Liam thought maybe he was hallucinating when he first saw Zayn in their apartment, exhausted from work or something. He thinks about Bradford a lot more than he probably should, always eager for the next time he gets to watch him. But when Niall told him about the other new roommate, Zayn, he never in a million years thought it would be him - even when Niall said Zayn was just his type and had silver hair. [Or the one where Zayn is a camboy, who likes to think about the fit mechanic with a liking for leather jackets and scruffy beards from uni during his shows. And Liam, the mechanic, who realizes his new roommate is Bradford, the man with the smooth skin covered in tattoos that Liam watches late at night with a hand wrapped around himself.]
Floating On The Water by scottmcniceass | M | 58206 Liam just wants to get through his last summer working at Malik Resort before University without incident. Of course, life is never that easy, and he ends up getting roped into giving the bosses son, Zayn, swimming lessons. That wouldn't be so bad, if Zayn didn't happen to hate him so much.
Crawling on Your Shores by juliusschmidt | E | 66631 "You're a mechanic?" Liam nods. Harry gives him another long, appraising look. This time it lingers on his hands. "Your nails are clean." The tips of Liam's fingers tingle. "Got laid off a month ago." "Sorry to hear that." Harry smiles, soft and small. ~ Liam is searching for direction, purpose, connection, and, ultimately, himself. Harry is searching for aliens.
Easy As All That (Go Around A Time Or Two) by sunsetmog | E | 84957 Sometimes the hardest part of growing up is figuring out who you are in the first place. Or: The one where Liam and Louis only kiss when they're on nights out, when it's secret, when there's no one around to see them. If no one knows you're having a sexuality crisis, that means it isn't happening, right? Or, or: Liam accidentally turns Louis' world upside down. A high school sixth form AU.
