No one is saying that Louis’s life isn’t exponentially easier than the typical working class person’s – Louis has even said as much himself – but there’s nothing “first world problem” about losing a parent, or being constantly, wrongfully demonized for just trying to live your life. And to dismiss that so you can be/maintain your status as one of ThE cOoL kIdS who doesn’t give a fuck about boyband members or their backgrounds because you are Far Too Edgy & Mature For That™, is wrong. I know the BBC has a demographic but empathy should transcend that. That was the whole fucking point.
“Do you want to fuck stuff up Louis?” Harry asked with a dark look to the corner of the room where Harry McGee was laughing with an old friend. Louis nodded; he knew Harry’s story and Harry knew his. Harry had Kendall, Louis had Eleanor and they both had their managers and their bands and their stupid fake images because a celebrity had to be straight. Harry took Louis’ small hand in his and pulled him through the crowds and various rooms until they were stood in front of two pulsing speakers where Niall was filming Liam on the decks. Harry looked at Niall’s phone, saw where the camera was pointing and pulled Louis right into it’s view. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Harry checked, leaning over Louis almost protectively. “I hardly know you.” “You don’t need to.” Louis replied with a swallow and Harry pulled him in for a kiss that Louis hadn’t realised he was waiting for. OR An AU where Louis is the lead singer of The Rogues, Harry is the lead singer of White Eskimo and both are sick of being in the closet so kiss one night to fuck with the media
Harry could barely breathe at even the possibility of getting to be Louis Tomlinson’s fake boyfriend. Louis was his favorite actor since childhood, when Louis was also a child on the big screen. The guy he had always looked up to. The guy whose poster he used to kiss every night before bed. The guy whose movies Harry would watch all night until his eyes couldn’t possibly stay open anymore. Harry was pretty sure Louis Tomlinson wasn’t even real—he couldn’t be. or the fake relationship au where Harry is an aspiring musician and also Louis’ biggest fan–until he actually meets him.
Though Harry is glad Liam cares about him, he also really hates that Liam cares about him. Liam’s coworker Louis really isn’t Harry’s type - he probably even listens to commercial radio, for God’s sake. In which Harry and Louis go to great lengths to appease Liam, Louis’s taste in music broadens dramatically, and Harry stops pretending to be a Huge Pretentious Douche all the time.
Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever. A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.
AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)
“I’ll do it,” Harry offers brightly. No one even blinks. “I’ll do it?” Louis sighs irritably. “Shut up,” he orders, tossing a pillow in the general direction of Harry’s face. This is a terrible time for jokes, especially Harry’s lame, old people ones. Not that it was an old people joke. Just that most of the time Harry’s jokes consist of knock-knocks or terrible puns. The type of jokes old people like, Louis’ pretty sure. His nan always finds them hilarious when Harry tells her one. Harry bats the pillow out of the air without even blinking. “Be reasonable, Lou,” he says in his most reasonable voice. Louis is perfectly reasonable, thank you very much, and he’s also frustrated and upset and tired and he really wants to punch something. Maybe he should have held on to that pillow a little longer. “You’re not gonna fucking do it,” he snaps. “That’s the last thing I need.”
After a misunderstanding with Liam’s mother, Louis agrees to accompany his best friend to a family wedding and pretend to be the world’s best boyfriend. But their simple plan goes awry when he learns that Harry, ex-boyfriend/ex-love of Louis’ life, will also be in attendance.
In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.
I am super grateful for all the wonderful people who put all their hard work into writing fanfiction beautifully. So, since Fandom Fic Rec Days are coming soon, I’m going to make a couple of posts dedicated to my favorite fanfics! I have too many in Haikyuu!!, so there are subsets based on the main relationship in the fic. Enjoy!
He counts the many moles on Tsukki’s unblemished skin and kisses the ones on his back. He’s always joking about them composing a constellation.
“This one looks like Scorpius’,” he lied once, tracing a random pattern between Tsukki’s shoulder blades.
Comments: I love the well-done details in their moments and the delicate fashion in which this fic handles things like coming out. Sexual orientation is difficult to explain as it is, but romantic orientation is a whole other uncharted territory. Also omg the plant.
Former boyband member and acting idol Tsukishima Kei’s continued entanglement with Nekoma’s lead singer Kuroo Tetsurou is just a series of missed steps in choreography he can’t quite master. (It doesn’t help at all that Kuroo Tetsurou makes a habit of constantly changing the music.)
Comments: Again, I usually don’t read fics with AU’s that are canon-divergent, but this one just blew me away. Incredible fic.
This list is in no way complete. These are just five of the several fics that have given me the feels, warmed my heart, made me melt, brightened my day, and/or inspired me. Even if those fics aren’t up here, I really appreciate the hard work of all those writers.
Stay tuned for appreciation posts of fics with other Haikyuu!! pairings, and for appreciation posts of fics for other fandoms!
For everyone who has sent me fic rec requests…I finally made a list! I have by no means read all there is to read, I’m terrible at bookmarking, and worst of all I know I’ve forgotten things I really liked, so apologies to all the amazing fics that are not on this list (シ_ _)シ With that being said…my list of recommendations for a shitload of pairings is under the cut!!
To find even more works that are 100k+ please refer to this list of basic fandom must reads. Those works will not be repeated on this list. The works on this list are all works I have read and they will be ordered by length, the shortest starting at 100k, the longest being 286k.
harry being interviewed for the first time post-1D by none other than one of his best friends… the person who’s been there for every event of Harry’s life for the past 6 years… the person that metaphorically and also literally held Harry’s hand through that first year of worldwide fame. made him feel welcome and cared for and gave him a little safe haven he could go to whenever he needed to feel grounded and drop the Styles™. it means so much to me knowing that harry has people in his life who love him and care about him and are 100% there for him and his success. people who won’t start treating him as “former boyband member harry styles” as soon as he walks into the room but who will respect him and give him the room he needs and deserves (and hasn’t really been given these past 6 years) to properly express himself and voice his thoughts and share his insights into his music and his career and anything and everything that moves and inspires him. harry styles is deserving of every ounce of happiness this world has to offer and i’m very grateful that he has been lucky enough to find little bits and pieces of said happiness residing within those closest to him.
They don't even have someone who's fluent in English like, I love my boys but they would be way too awkward on Ellen, they better stay away 😪
Well, they could use a interpreter but it’s still gonna be hard to communicate. The reason why I dont think having exo on ellen is a good idea is bc,
1. They’re going to be ridiculed on the show. Imagine a 9-member asian boyband wearing makeup and flashy outfits on American television… We all know how ignorant most Americans are, and they won’t let go of the ching chong jokes.
2. They’re going to be treated like how Psy was treated - a joke. Kpop is looked upon as a joke to most.
3. I dont want any more ugly “1d” stans in the fandom
4. Why are yall so obsessed with western validation??? Cant they just be a big thing in Asia? They’re doing amazing in Japan, China, Thailand, etc. yet yall still only acknowledge #54 on a billboard chart? gtfo with your western superiority 😪
I’ve sort of morphed together two anon requests to create my first Sewoon scenario, enjoy! (You + Jung Sewoon)
You and Sewoon were both music majors in college at a competitive music college that accepted very few students
You were majoring in piano performance, Sewoon was majoring in music composition
Sewoon was your senior at the school, and he was relatively famous at the school for being in a band and composing songs for others at the school and artists
In the band, he played guitar and sang, making him the “face” of the group, leading to widespread popularity
Because of this, you already knew exactly who he was before even getting accepted to the school
However, you (and pretty much everyone else) didn’t have any actual information on his personality outside of his music skills and band persona
He was relatively quiet in the classroom, only seen talking with his best friends Jaehwan, Youngmin, and Donghyun
(Sewoon and Jaehwan were actually caught wildly giggling together in class once, a rumor that had spread around the school earlier that year)
Basically anything that Sewoon did was talked about, but he didn’t really do anything about the attention
You had gone through your freshman year without many problems, it was a pretty normal year
So when you returned to school for sophomore year, the last thing you expected was to find that your dorm room assignment was right across the hall from Sewoon and Jaehwan
Like you open your door and bAM thats their room ! !
You were pretty nervous at first about this situation, because lets be real who wouldn’t be… the two were practically celebrities at the school (Jaehwan was highly regarded by the students because of his stellar performance on a singing variety show)
It was really cool at first, being so close to Sewoon and Jaehwan on a daily basis, even though you never talked to them lol (I mean, they were practically celebrities at this point)
You would always greet them politely, though, at least at the beginning of the school year
But that got old FAST
The long nights of singing and guitar strumming quickly turned from interesting to heLLISH
Like how are you supposed to sleep if the two decide to sing the Jurassic Park theme on repeat at 3 in the morning
Soon, you were absolutely tired of the both of them (physically and mentally), and after holding back for weeks, you finally ended up bursting one night when they just wouldn’t stop singing: this time it was Sewoon doing impressions and Jaehwan maniacally laughing in response
So in a matter of seconds, you immediately switched from being some harmless neighbor to psYCHO BITCH and gave the two roommates a piece of your mind
It really was a frightening sight: you screaming at the top of your lungs in a ginormous t-shirt, your hair going every which way, a consequence of rolling around in bed for hours
Jaehwan immediately apologized, but you didn’t hear Sewoon mutter under his breath “this is a music school, what do you expect”
(good thing you didn’t hear that, or who knows what would have happened)
Anyway you thought it would be all fine and dandy after that, as you headed into your room, but as you closed your door you heard Jaehwan being the idiot he is, claiming that your hair looked like Chewbacca if he “walked straight into a hurricane”
You whipped the door back open to scream some more, only to come face to face with Sehwan’s closed door
You sighed and gave up, climbing up to your bed to attempt to save the last hours of sleep you had left
The next morning, before heading to classes, you met Sewoon in the hall outside your door coincidentally
Not the best timing; you were still pissed at the whole Chewbacca thing
“Ah, (Y/N), good morning… I see you’ve… improved your hairstyle”, he greeted you, unable to hold back a mischievous smile at his own “joke”
It was the first time he had ever called you by your name, but you weren’t starstruck at all; if anything this comment worsened your mood
You didn’t have it in you to respond, and just blankly stared at him before walking away
Your anger subsided throughout the day, but when you returned back to your dorm in the evening, you were greeted with the undeniably pleasant but to you, angering sounds of a strumming guitar and a quiet voice
You dumped your backpack in your room and immediately walked over to Sehwan’s room, banging on the door
“It hasn’t even been one day, can y’all just stop fucking playing for one second??” you screamed at the closed door, once again looking like a crazy person
“Or can you just go play in a practice room or a common room or literally anywhere el–” you continued, your rant suddenly coming to a stop when the door opened, revealing a calm-looking Sewoon, his soft eyes meeting your gaze
You were taken aback: based on looks alone, he really could be a rockstar or a boyband member or a solo artist or a CEO or a male model the possibilities are endless
Just like that, your anger was drifting away (Sewoon is Powerful), and it took all your might to keep a stern face
But that didn’t last long, when Sewoon finally spoke
“(Y/N). You realize this is a music school, right? Am I not allowed to practice in my room? This is for my career as well. Think about that,” he calmly said, closing the door
You were unable to respond to that, but still angry: just because it’s a music school doesn’t mean they have to play at night every day… right?
Your mind ran wild with insults and angry justifications for his behavior: He really let the “fame” get to his head, didn’t he. His band’s songs are lame anyways, whatever…
But for the next month or so, your sleep was interrupted every day in the wee hours of the morning, after a few quiet hours from 10pm to then
Jaehwan and Sewoon thought you would be asleep by then, and resumed their practicing/singing/screaming
At first, you would confront the two every day, but after seeing absolutely no change (“we thought you were asleep sorry”), you just bought a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, which seemed to do the job (despite how uncomfortable it was sleeping with them on)
Other than those few meetings, you never met with Sewoon – the two of you just mutually and individually decided that talking with the other would not result in anything good
Jaehwan seemed politer though, and you always met him with a smile
But one night at the end of the first semester, you were surprised to hear a knock on your door – a switch from the times when you always used to bang on Sehwan’s door
You were getting ready to sleep, and opened your door… who was disturbing your nighttime routine?
It was Sewoon, looking like he hadn’t slept in days, looking like a crazy musician, and your expression immediately turned unpleasant
You were prepared to argue with him about whatever he had to say but fighting was apparently the last thing on his mind
“(Y/N), Jaehwan’s not here and I really need someone to run this piano verse by for an assignment due tomorrow; I need to experiment with the guitar while I hear it in the background, can you please help me I really urgently need this or I wouldn’t be asking” he rambled, some of his words completely incoherent
And how could you be angry at that? For the first time he looked not like this star of the school but instead like a normal college sleep-deprived kid, and you had to admit that was adorable
“Yeah, sure, let’s make it quick though,” you said, as he lead you into his room
“Sorry about the mess, I’ve kind of been busy lately,” Sewoon muttered as the two of you stepped around his strewn-about clothes and cans of energy drinks
You sat at the piano, where Sewoon set a piece of handwritten sheet music on its stand
Sewoon grabbed his guitar and sat on the bench, right next to you, your knees meeting under the piano
“Sorry about that (Y/N), I’d like to see the music as well,”
“It… it’s fine,” you mumbled, the words tumbling out of your mouth as a blush coated your cheeks: the position you two were in was… innocent but intimate
“Okay, you can start now,” Sewoon’s soft voice snapping you out of your daze
You began to sightread the music, and Sewoon’s guitar jumped out with random notes and chords, melting the sounds of both into a beautiful mixture that satisfied your ears
“Oh (Y/N), stop there hold on one second,” Sewoon breathed, grabbing a nearby pen and paper before he started furiously writing notes and rhythms
You were shocked at the sight: he really was a true musician, a genius even, and you didn’t understand the amount of effort he put into his songwriting until now
He asked you to play again suddenly, and he would pluck out the tune again in perfect harmony
At times he made you play a part over and over again before deciding if it was good enough, shocking you with how caring he was about a single measure, a perfectionist indeed
This pattern kept on going for hours: Sewoon asking you to play and then telling you to stop when inspiration hit him
Time flew by, and you had no idea how much fun you were having – sometimes you added in your own little flairs to the piece, causing Sewoon to add the bits he liked into the music permanently
Despite how much you two had despised one another, you made a good team
Sometimes your arms would bang on one another’s while playing, causing the both of you to laugh when wrong notes were hit as a result
You really felt yourself enjoying the time you spent with him: as a performer, you practiced a lot, but you had never experienced how much creativity it took to write music
He wasn’t just this incredibly beautiful and popular guy: he was talented and hardworking as well, and you felt the respect for him welling up inside of you
In the middle of the morning, Sewoon was finally finished with his writing
“Thanks so much for your help (Y/N), I would’ve been up all night if it weren’t for you… it’s so much more time efficient when I don’t have to play both parts,”
“It’s no problem,” you mumbled back, glancing shyly at Sewoon in response
You two stared at each other for a moment, still right next to each other on the bench, before Sewoon’s gaze snapped away and broke the silence
“It’s already 2, you should get back to your room,”
What?? 2??? Already?? I haven’t even been here that long, you thought, before checking your phone and gasping in shock, making Sewoon laugh
You had given up your precious sleep to be with him, and for some reason you weren’t mad at all about that
You stood up, ready to leave, but the thoughts you’d been having escaped your mind and out your mouth
“That was actually kinda fun, sorry I stayed so late… if you need help in the future just let me know,” you said, immediately getting embarrassed at your own words
Sewoon hit you with that charming smile, replying that “it was fun, nighttime is actually when I write best, so this isn’t late for me, no worries”
“Oh that’s why you–” you began, realizing that all those noises at the middle of the night were literally Sewoon composing like he had been today
You felt like an asshole and quickly bid him goodnight before escaping his room and jumping on your bed to attempt to sleep
But even though it was the middle of the night, much past your bedtime, you couldn’t seem to stop your mind from racing and your heart from beating about what had just happened
From then on, instead of meeting Sewoon with a glare or ignoring him completely when you saw him, you would subconsciously sneak glances at him or smile or blush and get all fluffy inside
You two would actually talk sometimes now, making Jaehwan completely confused on what changed the relationship between the two of you so dramatically
You suddenly didn’t mind the nighttime music sessions, and you actually found yourself falling asleep to the sounds of Sewoon and Jaehwan’s voices singing together
You weren’t sure if you two were friends now and didn’t know if you should approach him again or what
But about a week later, Sewoon approached you himself, thanking you for your help and letting you know that he had aced the assignment
You envied his being able to come talk to you like it was nothing (but little did you know that Sewoon had been looking for an excuse to talk to you again after that night
“Oh, I’m glad everything worked out, you really worked very hard on that”
“Thanks, I couldn’t have done it without your help, (Y/N),”
*cue awkward silence of twiddling fingers and stealing glances at one another
“Uh, so to repay you for that, if you want I can help you learn some guitar, it seemed like you were really interested that night,” Sewoon coughed out, nervously glancing at you (looking like a complete 180 (or 360 as ong would say) from his confidence-exuding stage presence)
“Oh, y-yeah sure that sounds fine, I mean I’d really like that,” you replied, this whole situation not making it any easier for you to focus
“Okay, Jaehwan won’t be here again tonight so just pop in when you’re free?”
“Sure, yeah, will do,” you replied, the both of you standing there for another second before waving goodbye and walking in different directions
For the rest of that day you couldn’t stop thinking about your meeting/lesson/date thing with Sewoon (what was it??) and zoomed back to your dorm after classes, stressing about what to wear and how you looked before giving up and settling for your normal sleep outfit
Don’t get ahead of yourself, (Y/N)…
You had no idea how you had gone from hating this guy to now… whatever you felt about him, but either way you weren’t thinking about it
That evening, you knocked on Sewoon’s door, and he opened it for your eyes to be greeted with a completely cleaned room
“Wow, Sewoon, you clean up well,”
“I assume you mean the room, not me,” Sewoon laughed back at you, as you finally looked at him, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants lol
“You look really good too,” you let out accidentally, mentally kicking yourself as you caught Sewoon’s smile at your response, teasingly raising his eyebrows
The two of you walked into his room, Sewoon telling you to take a seat on his bed because that’d be the most comfortable place for you two to sit
He grabbed his guitar and sat next to you on the bed, immediately placing his guitar into your hands
“Uh, Sewoon, isn’t this your guitar,” you whispered nervously: it must be incredibly expensive, Sewoon was known for being extremely attached to and taking perfect care of his instruments
“It’s fine, (Y/N), I trust you, for now…” he replied, poking you
He started by teaching you the strings of the guitar and how to hold it, his fingers occasionally brushing yours, and his arm purposefully holding yours to demonstrate how to carry it
You felt his chest softly pressing against your shoulder and part of your back, and you thought that there was no way you would be focusing on the actual lesson
After that though, Sewoon let you play by yourself, you quickly picking up easy tunes like twinkle twinkle little star and hot cross buns (aw)
Your “lesson” thing lasted about an hour, and you actually started learning well – Sewoon was a great teacher
The lessons became a regular occurrence, happening most nights if not all, at the same time every day: Sewoon claimed that Jaehwan had an activity every night during that time anyway, so it’d be fine for you to come over
(what you didn’t know was Jaehwan was banished to a practice room or Youngmin/Donghyun’s room every night per instruction of Sewoon SLKDFJ LOL)
Sometimes your meetings would morph into a jam session, with you either playing like a n00b on the guitar or like a virtuoso on the piano, the both of you having a lot of fun together
One day Jaehwan got tired of having to wait forever to leave you two alone, and crashed your party, screaming “JUST DATE ALREADY WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO SUFFER FOR THIS”
“Wait, why are you suffering, Jaehwan,” you asked, unknowing of the situation
“SEWOON KEEPS KICKING ME OUT SO THAT HE CAN BE WITH YOU BECAUSE HE WON’T JUST TELL YOU ALREADY THAT HE–”Jaehwan exploded before Sewoon tackled him out of the room, slapping a hand over Jaehwan’s mouth, closing and hardlocking the door so that Jaehwan couldn’t even get in with his key LOL
“Sorry about that, (Y/N), I was going to tell you eventually but I guess he pretty much did the job for me,” Sewoon mumbled, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck
“I am honestly so confused right now, I barely could hear what was going on, Jaehwan honestly just seems psychotic,” you replied
“Oh, well…” Sewoon started, grasping one of your hands, “it’s pretty obvious but we’ve been spending a lot of time together and you’re a really good musician and really cute and I like you a lot,” Sewoon spewed out, as you stared in awe at his blushing face
He looks… adorable.
“UGH FINALLY!” Jaehwan screamed from outside the door (he must be listening lol), but the both of you ignored him (hah take that psycho)
“oh- oh? You do?” was all you managed to get out
“I mean, if you don’t like me that’s completely fine, I don’t have a problem with continuing to teach you guitar, I’ll just have to charge you now,” Sewoon laughed out, attempting at a joke as he let go of your hand
But instinctively you grabbed his hand with the both of yours
“No– no! That’s totally not it I mean I really like you too you’re practically a musical genius and you’re really nice to me even though I treated you like an asshole at first and–,” you awkwardly rambled, Sewoon cutting your words off by pulling you tightly into a hug
You expected him to say something, but all Sewoon was giggle like a fool and unlock the door for Jaehwan with one of his hands
“Hyung you can come in now,” letting Jaehwan fling open the door to find the two of you all cuddled up on one another
“EW I’M LEAVING THAT’S SO GROSS GET AWAY FROM ME” Jaehwan screamed, leaving the two of you alone again, laughing at whatever the hell just happened in the past 10 minutes
And that was that: you and Sewoon had somehow transformed from enemies to lovers
Lots of music dates, you willingly compromised your sleeping schedule to play music with Sewoon, sometimes writing your own
Guitar lessons continued, but… they became less innocent than before (I’ll let you decide what that should mean heh)
Nighttime karaoke was not unusual, and Jaehwan couldn’t resist participating
The two of you learned from one another, and brought different perspectives to writing and playing
You supported him at his concerts #1 fan lol and he always came to your piano performances
so darn cuTe yay
Music truly does bring people together :’)))
A/N: OMG this ended up way longer than I thought it would. Must be because I tried to incorporate both requests LOL whooops
also ahHH I feel so bad for not posting more in the past few days – I had to finish up exit presentations for my job but NOW I’M FREE for the most part so I promise to be a good admin and finish up all these requests! Thanks for your patience once again!!
I heard that u give great fic recs:)))? Do u have any good long fics? Maybe highschool AU's? Thank u & have a nice day❤️
Hello! So I’m gonna be honest, I haven’t really read that many High School AUs so I’ll include College AUs as well, I hope that’s okay? (Also I’m including some of my fav long fics too bc i can’t help myself) xo
It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.
Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.
‘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.
“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat. Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”
1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.
Louis accidentally breaks Harry’s camera lens and in order to get it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other.
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.