YES I LOVE LIL SHORT FICS!! (i’m gonna do 1k to 4k if thats alright?) (split into categories bc theres looooooads)
the anatomy of flight
Five Hundred and Fifty
louis likes birds and harry sings a lot
Match Fire, Burn Me Bright
Harry and Louis have a long-distance relationship in an alternate universe where only 550 words can be spoken a day.
we won’t stop burning ‘till we reach the sun
It’s their kitchen and their table and everything feels kind of perfect. From Louis’s mussed, feathered hair and too large jumper, to the nips and bites Harry still feels burning a trail along his jaw.
This Is What It Feels Like
louis likes a certain garden and a certain boy with green eyes.
(or the one where louis was in a car accident and he finds more than a cure at his recovery center.)
loosely based off “featherstone” by the paper kites
It’s wind and fog, and the squishing sand beneath them. It’s that walk in the cold, with the endless road before them. It’s summer nights and the trees, with buzzing lights around them. And it’s Harry. It’s always Harry.
Mange de la Merde et Meurs (a love story)
for all those wishes on planes we thought were stars
”High five me, Liam.”
Liam does not high five him. He just stands there, hands shaking by his sides, and whispers, “You sent Harry Styles an envelope full of anthrax because you think he’s cute?”
an exquisite relic
that’s how it happened, kid, that’s how we met/
your grandfather, he knew me best/
and as i’m standing here, on your wedding day/
if papa was here now, i know what he’d say
they met at a party. from then on, the future is theirs.
i’m a moon at midnight
“And I’m certain his name is Harry. I can’t even remember how many people have walked up to me, said “Hi I’m Harry” then forgotten how they’d got there, apologised and asked for an autograph.”
Or, an au where we’re all born with entities linked to our hearts and they will eventually lead us to our soulmates.
where harry gives and never takes and louis throws pieces of paper into his hair during class and there’s a stranger leaving harry gifts on his doorstep.
Accidentally In Love ~4k
Louis wakes up with a killer hangover and a marriage certificate for a guy he’s never even met before.
keep watching me go down and up and down
Louis watches Harry’s body in rapt fascination, cataloging everything; the thin sheen of sweat that coats his upper lip, the plump redness of his kiss-swollen lips, the rosiness of his nipples. It’s just — everything’s still new for him. For them. During the show, their hook-ups were confined to crowded showers or dark bedrooms when Harry woke him up in the middle of the night with his mouth wrapped around his cock. Even at their own houses they had to save their private time for the middle of the night. But now, in a nice hotel room by themselves, Louis can finally take Harry in the way he wants.
He didn’t think it was possible, but he’s even lovelier like this, open and shameless as he rolls his body against Louis’.
[the first time harry rides him, louis thinks he’s seen god.]
handprints and good grips ~3k
viens jouer dehors (come out and play)
Harry wants to pull them down and suck him off. Harry wants to never take them off and eat him out over the lace. Harry wants to push them aside and fuck the imprint right into Louis’ body.
and it’s peaceful in the deep
Louis is a French model. Harry is the coffee guy. Louis doesn’t speak English. It works out.
Pink and frilly
“You actually ordered those?” Harry squeaks, his voice at least an octave higher than normal. He feels a strange thrill of fear run through him along with a debilitating wave of arousal that has him getting hard right at the table.
“Of course I did,” says Louis derisively, like he’s offended that Harry hadn’t taken him seriously. “Your nipples aren’t a joking matter.”
…or, Louis tries out nipple clamps on Harry for the first time.
south beach, bringin’ the heat
Louis always wants to be good for his boy no matter what Harry asks him to do.
lips are like the galaxy’s edge
"How are you, love?" Harry asks him, whispers it so it’s just for them.
"M’fine. Wanna smoke this joint then ride you in the back bedroom of this fucking yacht," Louis says casually, like it doesn’t make his heart beat loud in his ears.
you could make me all your own
Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.
wanna be the first to take it all the way like this
Harry likes to think of the many different ways that he wants Louis to fuck him, all without knowing that Louis can actually hear him. Really, it’s a wonder that he never connected Louis’s sudden embarrassment or need to vacate the room to the increasing clarity and experimentation of his ideas.
It’s probably because thoughts are supposed to, y’know, be private.
Louis is a low level telepath and Harry has an over-zealous mind (maybe his thoughts aren’t really as secret as he thought thoughts were).
Keep Me Forever, Tell Me You Own Me
“Well, Louis, last night I was four fingers deep in my arse thinking about you fucking me. So can you just fucking get to it, already?”
…or, 16 year old harry and 21 year old louis during the x-factor.
The Edge of Madness
They’ve been cooped up in the tour bus for weeks now, only managing quick handjobs late at night when everyone else is asleep — huffing hot breaths into each others’ necks, choking off moans and trying to stay quiet. But now they have time to do it right. And Louis plans on making this last.
Could Be Kissing my Fruit Punch Lips
Louis being edged by Harry, kept close to orgasm without being allowed to come. Includes tickling, a butt plug, and just enough touching to keep Louis right on the edge of madness.
Harry happens upon a porn site that specializes in live videos and sort of falls in love with the cute boy he only knows as Kitty.
And then he gets the surprise of his life when he finds out Kitty attends his university…
and all I can taste is this moment
Reality fic set a couple years in the future. Featuring: coming out via twitter, a marriage proposal and Harry being sappy. They both cry and they’re both happy about it.
keep you in my pocket
Harry’s bike breaks down.
It’s not all bad, though, because it’s how he meets Louis.
nobody, baby, but you and me
Harry has a second phone, and maybe it’s kind of stupid but it’s also pretty cute.
whether near or far (i am always yours)
He’s had the ring for months now. It’s actually unbelievable that he hasn’t asked Louis yet, because the question pops into his head at least three times a day. Just last night, he’d arrived home to a sleepy Louis in bed, who’d mumbled, “fuck you you fucking wanker” after he’d made too much noise in the bathroom, and Harry’s first thought had been, Marry me.
(Or, the one where Harry’s going to propose to Louis. He really is.)
Cut Out All the Ropes (And Let Me Fall)
louis downloads flappy bird and ruins his own life
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone.
you lost your shoes as it started to rain
Harry Styles doesn’t believe in soulmates. But then he meets his.
*don’t really need to wonder at all
harry works in an american bakery but he doesn’t know what scones are and he somehow meets a british boy named louis.
Where I First Saw You
"The jam is Louis’ midlife crisis," Zayn explains.
"Quarter-life," Liam corrects automatically.
Third Time Lucky
Louis meets Harry in the toilets. Once or twice.
i hear it all in the center of my heart (you are the love of my life)
It’s not really luck at all, though, because there was no way Louis was ever going to say no to that question, no matter how Harry posed it.
Getting married has turned Louis into a properly whipped sap. Harry may or may not want to punch him in the face.
Here for you
"So you don’t think my arse is out of this world?” Louis interrupts, hands on his hips, and of course Harry’s managed to offend him. Of course this is his life.
University AU in which Harry pines and Niall meddles.
I’m Lovin It
Harry sprains his wrist during rehearsals. Louis becomes a little bit protective - just a little. Or maybe a lot.
Harry works at the McDonald’s Drive Thru and Louis desperately tries to win him over with pranks.
Nothing could comfort Louis now, though, not with his baby - his last baby, his little girl - going off to university. He feels hopelessly old and nostalgic and terrified for her. But he knows he has to let her go. She’s already the posh girl with the billion-pound trust fund and two famous dads, she doesn’t need to be the girl who had to call campus security to drag her crying parents away from her door. (At least that’s what Sammy, their eldest, said when he texted them pre-emptively this morning. ‘don’t embarrass her!!! she’ll be fine!!! she’ll be more popular and rich than all of us!!! stop panicking!!!’)
Or, the canon fic where Harry and Louis’ youngest kid goes off to uni and they so totally don’t have Empty Nest Syndrome.
Harry wakes up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. He goes to investigate why that is.
fluff & smut
Set Sail With No Compass
Baby, I Know You Wanna Touch
Pirate AU. That’s it; that’s the summary.
After escaping the X Factor house for a camping trip, Louis and Harry are forced to share a sleeping bag and to put it simply, Harry’s erection won’t stop rubbing against Louis.
let the storm rage on
give the bruises out like gifts
Louis gets frequent panic attacks. Kissing stops his panic attacks.
we were meant to be (but a twist of fate)
Harry hurts himself and he really never meant to hurt Louis
Maybe they’ll burn up or fizzle out and one of them will be broken for a while, and they know they don’t have forever but they have now, and that’s enough.
you are all four seasons
i’ll put my future in you
Harry works in a convenience store, Louis peels off the discount stickers and puts them on the sandwiches he wants, Harry thinks Louis is very pretty.
i could be the one if you want me to
Male pregnancy is supposed to, like, not be a thing. It’s a universal truth. Men don’t get pregnant. But there he is, at the doctor’s office with a troubling ultrasound and a nervous boyfriend clutching his hand.
or, the one where Harry defies all the laws of nature and gets pregnant.
you’re my lad