be with me so happily
295) no air
After a seemingly meaningless one night stand, Louis accepts that he’ll never see Harry Styles again. The plan goes to shit when Harry ends up on his cheer team.
Basically, Louis’ cheer captain, and Harry doesn’t end up on the bleachers.
Harry’s voice is quiet, if not a little hesitant, when he murmurs gently, “What does that make me, then?”
Louis searches his brain for the right words, eyes glued to the tentative curiosity etched all over Harry’s face.
“It makes you worth keeping,” he decides.
A Fleet Week AU where Louis and Harry are in the US Navy and fate gives them a week together. Fireworks, a house by the lake, and lots of kissing follows.
Harry likes Louis very much a lot and Louis’ a bit of an arsehole.
298) something lovers call fate (kept me saying i have to wait)
Okay – so he may have some feelings for his best friend. That’s completely fine. It happens. Except it doesn’t just happen like this. He can’t just listen to a little bit of a sappy speech and realize his everlasting love for his best mate of 10 years, right? That’s impractical. This had to have been a gradual sort of thing and – fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. Has he unknowingly been falling for his best friend this entire time? Were those sharp tugs of endearment a secret way of his inside telling him this is it? How unfortunate. How humiliating. Louis could scream his lungs out if it weren’t for, y’know, the wedding in progress.
It’s Niall’s wedding, officially leaving Louis and Harry to be the only unmarried (and single) friends in their group. Naturally, this puts Louis into a crisis. (ft. declaration of love in the men’s restroom, hiding out in the women’s restroom, and plenty of sappy songs with hidden meanings to help the night pass)
It’s the last summer before Harry goes away to college, which, of course, means a road trip from Maine to Miami.
Featuring beaches, giggles, boardwalks, and a very drunk game of sexual jenga.
300) this wasted luck
Louis is a writer who doesn’t commit. Harry reads a lot of advice columns.
301) give me truths
'Just like a little cat,' Louis thought later, as he drifted off to sleep. 'A little kitten with his claws sunk right into me.' It isn’t that terrible of a thought, after all.
Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.
Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.