Harry doesn’t understand the boy next door.

People don’t normally send surreptitious messages through the form of symbolic emotion and quick glances if they want to be left alone. Right?

No. His new neighbour is trying to say something to him.

(And if Harry decides to devote his entire summer to figuring him out, it will be a summer well spent.)

There exists somewhere a very, very small list containing the names of people who don’t want Louis Tomlinson dead. Harry Styles may or may not be one of those people.

(or a Spies!AU in which Liam is the Wade to Louis’ Kim Possible, Zayn seduces people for intel, Niall is an expert at blowing things up, and Harry is more than a bit famous in his particular field… or infamous, actually. And Louis? Well, Louis just wishes people would quit trying so bloody hard to kill him all the time.)

He thrives in the attention, at the knowledge he makes these boys with their tattooed dicks and pierced whatevers, so hot and bothered. These boys with their confident smirks and broad shoulders and hands, touching Louis wherever they can. Louis reduces them all to a wet, moaning, mess, every time.

Usually he doesn’t see those guys again. It’s not generally part of the plan.

But then Harry tightens his grip on the back of Louis’ neck and Louis ducks his head to taste the sweat beading under Harry’s chin, kissing the ink curling up Harry’s neck, then kissing his way down to get his mouth on the god forsaken nipple piercings. He listens to the way Harry breathes his name, and for the first time silently asks, Can I keep him?

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Harry has been in love with Louis Tomlinson for four years, five months, and thirteen days.

Harry had fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson like how he’d seen in movies, and how he’d read in all the books he’d stolen from Gemma, headfirst and shameless.

The only problem was, that in films and books, love was always either returned instantly, or else it took time for unrequited love to lose the first two letters, and since the first option was obviously not true, Harry decided he would wait for the second to become reality.
And so Harry waited, three years, eight months, and four days, before his heart had been broken by a gentle rejection and a misplaced blowjob, before Louis and Gemma had packed up and gone to Manchester for university.

(Harry is a hopelessly romantic omega and Louis is his sister’s best friend)

Based on prompt: AU where both boys are famous but not in 1D…they can both be musicians but also don’t mind model Harry/athlete Louis (hello Posh and Becks!!) or actor Louis/musician Harry! They meet at an event (award show, movie premiere, whatever!) and of course flirt the whole time! Their relationship is very private and secretive at first (maybe one of them is not out publicly yet) but eventually becomes public knowledge….maybe there is scandal and backlash maybe not!

For a moment, Louis can see it.

It’s brief, and definitely not perfect, but it’s there. Harry and Louis, holding hands watching their kids grow older and watching each other’s hair turn grey.

But then Louis remembers.

This is the real world. And Harry doesn’t really love him.

Or, AU where Harry is a pop singer and Louis is a footy player. Between one night stands, rumors, and the blossoming love of their friends, their relationship is fragile and strictly play.


“Kind of hard to reach my back with it though, innit?” Louis asks. “I’d need someone else to really reach my sore spots, wouldn’t I? In fact, all of this would be a little nicer with someone to share it with, I think.”

Harry stares at him for a moment, clearly debating over what to say. Eventually he blurts, “I could draw you a bath.”

Finally. Louis grins and looks up at a horror-stricken Harry through his eyelashes. “That’s the sweetest come on I’ve ever heard, Harry. Draw me a bath, though, are we sixty years old?”

[harry and louis work at a mall for the summer]

All of a sudden it was like all the sound and heat got sucked out of the car and they were floating in midair, burning stars just orbiting each other, or comets crashing into the sun. It was cataclysmic, like the end of the earth was hurtling towards them, and Louis slumped forward with a deep moan, his breath puffing out over Harry’s forehead, as he came so hard tiny stars exploded behind his vision and the earth swirled underneath his hands. Like Harry was the center of everything and gravity was pulling him down.

Louis was the king of illegal street racing who rarely lost, Harry was the newcomer who beat him in the first race and nearly ran him over. Fuck Harry Styles. (No seriously, could they have sex, please???? - right after they stopped screaming at each other in the frozen food would be nice, but he wasn’t picky - the front seat of Banksy would work just fine.)

Harry is visibly buzzing with excitement as they get into the police car, and Louis laughs, reaches out to put a hand on Harry’s knee and try and calm him a bit. “Relax, McClane, we’re just stopping in on a few of the local businesses to say hello. No need to sit with one finger on the trigger.”

“I don’t think you’ll need to worry about me being trigger-happy, Lou,” Harry says with another one of his megawatt grins, patting the water pistol holstered by his hip.

[AU where Louis is the chief of police in a small sea-side town and Harry is his new deputy who’s a bit of a pacifist and a lot wonderful.]

Cinderella/Ever After AU in which Louis is the world’s sassiest servant, Harry is a closeted prince with a deadline, Zayn is Harry’s chaperone, Liam is given the unenviable task of trying to distract Zayn long enough that his sister, Druscilla, can seduce Prince Harry (hint: doomed to failure) and Niall is the worlds most inappropriate fairy godfather.
Destiny, romance, mistaken identity, sexcapades and oblivious!everybody abound in this gross bastardization of one of my all time favourite fairy tales.