here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of august. I recommend that you read these great fics in september, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange!
(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)
He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.
Louis was leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking down at the water completely lost in thought when he heard someone approach the bridge from the side that he came from. Glancing up, he noticed Harry walking towards him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, and seemingly lost in thought. Louis shifted his weight onto his other foot and stood up properly, watching quietly as Harry walked past him. Louis opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Harry to break the silence, or at least to get him to notice him standing there against the bridge railing - but the words got stuck in Louis’ throat, and he snapped his mouth shut, going back to staring down at the water mindlessly instead. All the while, trying hopelessly to figure out what the fuck he’s doing with his life. Harry kept walking, and soon Louis was once again left alone to his thoughts.
Or the one where Louis really doesn’t hate his neighbor who keeps waking him up at the crack of dawn. Ft magic, Liam, Niall, and Zayn barely being mentioned, Harry and his fucking motorcycle, a date and a kiss.
Louis is sure he’s stumbled upon a secret, underground nightclub, though that is far from the truth. He’s also pretty sure he’s stumbled upon Apollo, which… isn’t very far from the truth, actually. Modern Greek mythology AU.
The one where Harry and Louis are childhood best friends and roommates and Louis is a YouTuber famous for his prank videos - all of which Harry is on the receiving end - and Harry may or may not be more than a little in love with him….and also wants to get him back with a prank of his own.
Harry wants a lot of things – fame, glory, Louis – but that last one is particularly hard to get when everyone thinks you’re dating your secret superhero alter-ego and suddenly you’ve become your own worst cockblock.
Never Let Me Go
, by @loveisalaserquest17 :
Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn’t be more
different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact
to marry in ten years if they’re both still single. Now, one month
before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid
ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by
The 10 Year Plan
Larry BFF to lovers AU (55k, E) : yes, this movie adaptation was needed !! special kudos for Tomlinshaw friendship. (bottom Louis)
It Doesn’t Feel Like a Win
, by @assisreal : Louis just got back from tour, and doesn’t want to deal with
people. Especially not noisy show hosts, who make him snap and come out
on an impulse. It doesn’t help that his manager is an asshole, and he
seems to bump into the certain show host everywhere. He just wants to drink a hot tea already.or, Louis is a closeted ace celebrity, Harry is a TV show host, Liam is too sensible and Niall drinks too much.
Larry Ace!fic (20k, G) : famous Louis and famous Harry in a hate to love story with Louis coming out as ace ? Sign me up!
Larry A/B/O AU (42k, E) : Hate to love with Alpha Harry and Omega Louis, great smut, and a lot of pining.
★Some Flowers In Your Hair
, by @letsjustsee :
Or, a magical camping AU in which Louis is jealous of Harry’s magic,
Liam’s a little too enthusiastic about surviving in the wilderness, and
Niall might have misunderstood the rules.
Larry Magic!AU (23k, E) : Magic Louis and Harry and hate to love, with a camping trip … and some bed sharing ;) (bottom Louis)
, by @myinnerfangilr : Harry used to love sitting on the single iron bench facing the
water. He would roll the stones under his feet, looking for the flattest
ones. Placing them on his lap, he would clean away the dirt, before
offering them to Louis: “Four ricochets and you get a kiss.” “Four ricochets and you marry me.” “Do four ricochets, Louis, and I might finally give you an answer.”A story of love and grief.
Larry AU (1k, G) : holy shit. Brave yourself and read this beautiful and (VERY) sad story. And get some tissues ready. (no happy end for this guys, sorry!)
Larry famous-not famous AU (13k, M) : Accidental marriage in Vegas and fake PR relationship , fuck yeah ! (bottom Harry)
Small Doses (Loving You It’s Explosive)
, by @becomeawendybird :
Louis Tomlinson finds himself at Vitality Fitness to try and turn his
life around after having left his cheating boyfriend of four years. The
gym’s owner, Liam, quickly becomes a good friend, but his right hand man
is rude and dismissive from the get-go. Louis and Harry continue
to clash all while Harry is trying to move his way up the ranks in
Manchester’s amateur boxing circuit, but they can’t seem to stay away
from each other.
Larry hate to love and boxer!Harry AU (39k, E) : of course there’s Boxer!Harry and the hate to love relationship, but there’s most of all some awesome sexual tension, and surprise! some great dom/sub smut! (bottom Harry)
The Art of the Giants
, by @iamasphodelknox : Louis is dancing away from an old relationship when he meets
Harry at a bookstore in the busy streets of Seattle. Harry is just a
bookstore owner hoping his handsome weekly visitor could become
Larry AU (10k) : Dancer Louis and Bookshop AU, with a lot of pining and no smut :) Very nice!
Summary: At the end of the previous school year, Louis swore to everyone that he would return in the fall as an alpha. He made this promise especially to his arch-nemesis Harry Styles, who had already presented as an alpha himself. Unfortunately over summer break, the worst thing possible happens: Louis presents as an omega. Now school is back in session and he has to return and face the consequences of pre-determining his status.
Featuring Liam and Zayn as Louis’ doting and exasperated parents.
“Harry.” He draws the word out slowly, hesitantly - like he’s not sure about it. The guy knots his hands behind his back. “Harry Twist.”
“Right,” Niall says, eyes lingering suspiciously on Harry before looking back to Louis. “You wanna buy Harry a drink?”
Louis lets his eyes drip back to Harry, to his wide eyes and the way his shoulders curve down. He really is pretty – Louis will be the first one to admit it and the last one to ever say it out loud. Louis almost smirks and his lips twitch as he tilts his head, “Not particularly, no.”
AU: Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been. Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.
Summary:What did Niall know? This had nothing to do with the few times (okay, countless times) Louis had pined over the idea of Hot Neighbor while drinking. Nothing at all. So what if he had perfect lips and long legs and the cutest little curls around his ears? Certainly not Louis.
He continued to scribble away, most of his words indiscernible except for one written in large letters at the very top of the napkin: REVENGE
Or, a neighbors AU in which Louis vows to get revenge on the guy who didn’t hold the elevator for him - no matter how ridiculously attractive he may be.
Summary: A decade of pranks, of fights, of yelling at each other, hating each other, getting under each other’s skin, and all for what? None of it seemed important anymore……
Louis couldn’t help but wonder what the past decade could have been if he hadn’t made such a fuss over the stupid stapler, if he’d just moved it all the way back onto his desk as Harry had asked, if he hadn’t placed Harry’s own stapler in a mold of jello. What would it have been if he’d just reached across the desk and had shaken Harry’s hand and had said, “Hi, I’m Louis. It’s nice to meet you.”
Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson have spent the last ten years working at the same company, and driving each other absolutely crazy with pranks and fights and competitions. So when Harry’s job is in danger, Louis should be celebrating. A life without Harry Styles in it is something he’s wanted for years, right? So why then is he trying to do all that he can to keep that from happening? And what is he supposed to do when Harry thinks it’s just another one of Louis’ pranks?
Summary:When Louis mentions offhandedly that he’s really been enjoying watching some TV show called Alone, and that the idea of humans surviving without magic in the wilderness fascinates him, he would never have guessed it would land him in a situation like this.
This is supposed to be a friendly camping trip between Louis and Liam, just a couple of bros surviving in the wilderness for bragging rights, not whatever rigmarole that fucker is currently outlining. And certainly not including one Harry Styles, pretentious twat that he is.
What is he getting himself into?
Or, a magical camping AU in which Louis is jealous of Harry’s magic, Liam’s a little too enthusiastic about surviving in the wilderness, and Niall might have misunderstood the rules.
Summary: I stand next to the sofa, looking down at Harry’s sleeping form. His long hair’s a mess, dark curls spilling everywhere and he has replaced the pillow he threw on his face with his left arm, just barely covering his eyes as if the light is bothering him. Actually, it’s bothering me as well, so I shuffle over to the window, closing the blinds and leaving the winter sun outside. I keep staring at Harry, something unfamiliar moving inside of me as my eyes follow the lines of one of the swallow tattoos on his chest. I shake my head, trying to get rid of that feeling. Enough of this.
Or, the one where Louis thinks he’s hung up on his ex, and is completely blind to anything, or anyone, else.
Summary: Growing up together in Yorkshire has led to a lifelong friendship between Louis Tomlinson, the future Marquess of Rotherham, and Harry Styles, the heir to a viscount. When Harry suddenly inherits his uncle’s title and estate much earlier than expected, Louis must watch his friend struggle under the weight of these new responsibilities, including searching for a wife with a dowry large enough to save his estate. However, sitting idly by as Harry looks for a bride brings some unexpected feelings to the surface.
Summary: “So, anyway. I’m done here and on my way to the airport. I think I’m expected to be there in the morning, around ten. I’ll let you know when I’m getting close.”
“Sounds good.” Harry pulled back from the window and threw himself onto one of the beds. Once he got comfortable, he steeled himself and then went for it. “It’s been too long this time, Lou,” he finally whispered. He watched as Louis bit his lip and nodded slowly.
“I know,” Louis agreed, just as quiet in return. “We have to swear to never go this long without seeing each other again. Two months is just…unacceptable. I’m gonna go now, but I’ll see you soon. ‘Kay?”
“Yeah. See you. Be safe,” Harry said, far too fondly for his best friend. He couldn’t help it though. It was how he always had been and probably always would be.
They hung up and Harry threw his arm over his face.“I am so in love with him,” he whined to himself. “Fuck.”
What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.
Harry and Louis choose the latter. FAKE/PRETEND RELATIONSHIP WITH A TWIST
He jumps when he feels a hand stroking his hair lightly. “I love it like this,” Louis murmurs, reaching to tug a wayward curl.
“Love what like this?”
“Your hair.” Louis’ touch is hesitant, almost reverent, all trace of humour gone now. “When it’s still kind of damp but the ends are dry and curl up like corkscrews. It’s supposed to look gross but it doesn’t.” He pauses before continuing quietly. “Your curls are so lovely.”
Harry swallows. Louis is a hurricane, and amidst his whirlwind of emotions, he slowly says; deliberately says, “So are you.”
In a world where YouTuber baker Harry pines for the (inconveniently taken) Louis. In other words, another YouTuber AU.
The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to think about too much.
or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship. SECRET RELATIONSHIP
“Hey, love, want to watch a movie?” Harry called, putting the dishes from dinner in the washer.
“Sure. Which one?” You asked, changing into your pajamas.
“How about Unbroken?” Harry replied.
“You sure? That’s pretty grim in places,” You murmured, coming into the kitchen and wrapping your arms around his waist.
“I’m sure,” Harry said, turning towards you.
“Okay,” You said, heading to the living room and putting the movie in. You and Harry settled on the couch together, his head in your lap. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair, your gaze focused on the actor playing Louis Zamperini, and the events of his life. You watched him practicing his running, his older brother trailing after, encouraging him, although, in an unusual way. A little ways through the movie-when Louis was at the Olympics-you noticed that Harry had drifted off to sleep, his breathing soft and even. You smiled to yourself, continuing to gently brush your fingers through his hair. When the movie was over, you gently nudged Harry, wanting to come to bed.
“What is it, love?” Harry sleepily murmured.
“Come to bed, Harry?” You quietly said.
“Is the movie over?” Harry inquired.
“Yeah, it is,” You replied. “You fell asleep, love.”
“Alright, let’s go,” Harry murmured, sleepily standing. He swayed slightly, before walking down the hall. You followed, smiling slightly as Harry collapsed face first on the bed.
“Move over for a second, Harry,” You said, pulling back the covers on your side. He did, and you pulled the covers back on his side, before walking over to yours. “Alright, scoot back over.”
Harry did, and you climbed into bed, snuggling close to Harry. He leaned his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist, and fell back asleep. You smiled to yourself before falling asleep yourself, loving how snuggly Harry got when he was tired.
A/N: If you haven’t seen Unbroken, I very highly recommend it. It is a wonderful, and beautiful movie. Warning though: it has some difficult scenes-there are times with Louis being a POW.
By the time three in the afternoon rolled
around you decided he wasn’t going to remember. Furthermore, he was supposed to
be home by now and that wasn’t happening either. And as upset as that made you,
you figured you should just own it and deal with it. By letting it get to you
it would just make you upset and you didn’t need that. The important thing was
that another year had passed and you were still together. Whether he remembered
or not really didn’t matter.
It. Really. Did not. Matter.
However, you could have killed him.
Regardless, you went about your evening and
left your apartment hoping to get some dinner and something for yourself at the
store. You closed the car door and glanced at your phone one last time and
shrugged as you reversed and then drove down to the mall.
Zayn was at the studio where they were doing
the photoshoot. He kept checking his phone because you usually called him
around lunch time but today you must have been busy. He was annoyed and sad—he
was supposed to be at home with you and watching a movie but instead he got
stuck for another couple hours because no one could hold their posture or the
camera broke or the props weren’t right. It was making him mad.
He was a little worried something was wrong.
It was very unlike you to not text him.
“Zayn, you’re up again,” the director said.
He sighed, put his phone away and headed to where he was told.
The mall was crowded and you were stopped
several times for autographs and a few times for paparazzi to ask you some
questions. For the most part you ignored it and enjoyed the attention. At least
someone remembered your existence.
You were looking at earrings in the jewelry
section of the store when Louis happened by with Eleanor. “Hey lady,” Louis
smiled. “What are you doing all by yourself?” He wondered.
You shook your head and shrugged. “Just
browsing. I like this jewelry brand,” you smirked. “They’re so cute, don’t you
think?” You asked.
Eleanor nodded eagerly. “You always have
adorable jewelry,” she noted. “I’m glad I finally caught you buying some,” she
giggled. You picked up one off the rack and placed it in the small shopping bag
you wanted to take to check out. “So…is Zayn still at work? Do you guys have
anything special planned?” She asked excitedly.
You shook your head once. “Nope.” You popped
your lips together for emphasis with how done you were with the concept.
Immediately, she flushed and the smile fell from her lips.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “Are you
alright?” She wondered.
You nodded. “It’s not a huge deal,” you
shrugged. “It’s just—”
“It’s just for the past three years you’ve
had some fun thing to do and you’re tired of always planning, I know I can see
it,” she said knowingly. “You should be mad, it is a big deal.”
You felt tears sting the back of your eyes
and Louis looked to see if the two of you were actually speaking real
sentences. “I’m a bit lost,” he admitted.
You couldn’t speak because your throat got
tight and you really thought about what El had said. You had planned all your
dates and always entertained. Of course you were always happy to just lay
around with Zayn and be with him, but you were tired of getting little to know
effort in return. “It’s nothing,” you said quickly and a tear escaped and you
felt horrible and crumbling all at once.
“Oh shush, no it’s not,” El said tugging you
toward her for a hug. You let a few more tears escape and she soothingly rubbed
your back. “He forgot the date,” Eleanor explained to her boyfriend.
“What’s the date?”
Eleanor sighed heavily. “It’s their
anniversary,” you could hear her eye roll.
“Oh babe, I’m sorry,” Louis said petting your
hair. “You should leave him and give him hell for it.”
“It’s fine,” you sniffed pulling away from
her. “I’m just overwhelmed with work and I wanted to spend the day with my
boyfriend but he…” you shook your head. “I’m just happy we made it another
year,” you said mustering the fakest smile the world would ever see. Eleanor
pouted and she looked at Louis.
“Why don’t you go to the stores you want and
such? I think we’re going to have to get mani-pedis for her anniversary,” she
said. Louis chuckled kissed Eleanor’s cheek and squeezed your arm before heading
“Come on buy your earrings, we need some
pampering,” she said.
When Zayn’s phone rang, he was very excited. He had arrived home and
you weren’t home and he was upset even more than he was when he simply hadn’t
talked to you all day. So when his phone buzzed, he was ready more than ever to
talk with you.
For about two seconds and then he answered to
Louis. “Hi,” he said solemnly.
“She’s at the mall with El. They’re getting
their nails done,” Louis said.
“Oh,” Zayn blinked. “Normally she leaves a
“I would imagine she wouldn’t if she was mad
“Why would she be mad at me?” Zayn scrolled
through a list of things you could be mad for and he came up short.
“I’m assuming it’s because you’ve clearly
forgotten your anniversary; that somehow even Eleanor remembered,” he
Zayn thought for a few moments and then let
out a long, annoyed groan. “I suck,” he claimed. “She must hate me.”
“I don’t think so…I just thought you should
“Yeah, alright. Thanks,” he sighed and hung
up quickly. He really didn’t understand how he could forget such an important
date. He could have kicked himself.
He didn’t know what to do or say so he went
and got flowers from a nearby shop and a card from the drugstore and just hoped
for the best. He was waiting at the kitchen table when you arrived home and you
smiled at him. “Hi, Zayn,” you said sweetly.
He shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
Immediately, you felt like you were going to
cry again. Of course, you wanted Zayn to make an effort but you felt like you
didn’t want him to at the same time and you should just be grateful he paid
attention to you. You didn’t like how any of that felt. “It’s alright,” you
shrugged. “There’s always next year.”
“Stop that. It is ridiculous that I didn’t
remember. I adore you so much and I’m an idiot. I’m sorry, I will do whatever I
can to make it up to you, but I’m so, so sorry in the meantime.”
You nodded solemnly doing everything in your
power to keep more tears from falling and you put your things away in the
bedroom. Zayn followed you and he quietly watched you put things away. When you
faced him, he was looking at you like you were some broken toy. You swallowed a
giant lump in your throat. “Can you stop looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” He asked curiously.
“Just…you look like I’m broken or about to
“Aren’t you about to cry?”
“Shut up,” you grumbled swiping your cheek
with your hand.
He came over to you and pulled you against
his chest. He squeezed you gently and you didn’t return the hug because you
were annoyed and mad. “Angel,” he murmured.
“Look, can you just not? I want to be mad
because I feel like I’m the only one that cares about this relationship
sometimes. I know you love me and all that good stuff and I’m very lucky you
do, but when you do things like this, it just makes me feel like I’m doing a
hundred percent effort and you’re barely giving me fifty.”
He nodded against you and he felt kinda sick
because he knew you were right. “You’re right,” he said easily. “I’m sorry. I’m
going to make it up to you,” he promised.
You shrugged. “It’s alright.”
“No,” he shook his head. “It’s not, baby.”
“I know,” you whispered.
“I do love you though,” he said softly.
You couldn’t help but smile. “I love you too,”
you said reaching your arms up around his back.
He let out a relieved breath and he kissed
the top of your head. He was going to make it up to you but right now he was
just going to hold you until you felt better.
Hiya Astrid, I hope Cali has been fun! :) I was wondering if you could do some HCs for the suitors and a Princess MC with really big/thick hair (this is straight up a self-insert ask but shhhhh I'm just an anon)
Lol, it’s ok … I have a lot of hair too 😉😉😉 I’m always getting layers or cutting it short… the lady wanted to layer it when I got it cut last time and I didn’t let her, lol.
Louis – jelllllly, hahahaha, soo jealous of your hair omg. You might get some hate from him for a while 😂
Sid - loves your bed head in the morning the best… loves to pull on it during sexy times 🙃
Byron - brushes it for you every night before bed. ☺️
Giles - shares hair care products and advice with you (also canon that he brushes hair) 😗
Albert - asks you if a wild animal lives in there 😐
Alyn - likes to play with it and run his fingers through it and make it all fluffy and messy😌
Robert - braids and flowers and everything for your hair, sooooo floofy 😯it’s like a masterpiece
Leo - smells it and plays with it constantly, likes to touch it and loves any style, up or down
Nico - thinks you look like a rock star, the crazier the better 😛
He can remember the moment when she was born, almost twenty years ago feels like yesterday to him, (although when in comparison to his 160 years on earth it could’ve been) he was returning from a feeding with his mates when it hit him like a truck, his strongly beating heart beginning to speed up causing n ache in his chest, gasping out in shock as his head began to pound eyes flashing red as he clutched at it rapidly growing dizzy. Hearing Liam speak his name although distant and hard to catch as Harry stumbled into Zayn, he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder as everything faded to black.
Do you know any long fics where Louis and Harry are friends who obviously have feelings for each other but are too scared to say anything, Also do you have some uni fics Thank you in advance and I hope you have a good/night or afternoon :)
I’m gonna do this in 2 parts okay? I’ll make a specific post for Uni fics and tag you in it.
But let’s talk about your first request !
- Candles On Air by @isthatyoularry:
Harry’s smile is filled with unconditional love — just not the
right kind. Louis has told himself for years that it’s okay. Harry
loving him the way he can is enough. Each year it gets a little harder
to repeat the same mantra.
"It gets better. It will pass. His friendship is enough.“ Harry
has taken the liberty of putting on classic Christmas tunes on the
speaker in the kitchen, and as their shared flat isn’t the largest Louis
can hear Mariah Carey’s crooning from where he’s perched on the small
sofa in the living room. Harry is on the floor, humming along. And yes.
All Louis wants for Christmas is Harry.A Christmas AU ft. Pining, Heartbreak, and maybe A Happy Ending. (30k)
- somewhere only we know by @bethaboolou: Personal assistant Louis knows something is up with his best friend
and employer Harry. And it’s not just his big tour coming up or the
ever-increasing womanizing rumors about the popstar. To get to the
bottom of Harry’s moodiness, Louis decides he has to kidnap him and take
him on a roadtrip up the California coast to Portland.The
roadtrippiest road trip fic ever written. Basically an excuse for
gratuitous fluff and smut with a pinch of angst tossed in for good
- nocturne in silver and blue by @dystopianau :
There’s a boy sitting on the branch. Harry’s sure he’s a real, live
boy, not a pretend one. Only– he doesn’t look like any boy Harry’s seen
before. Because he glows. His skin looks like there’s a gentle light
coming out of it, and if Harry squints– are those colours on the boy’s
skin? Harry suddenly thinks, looking at him, that he looks just like the
[louis is a fallen star and harry brings him home. told over the course of fourteen years.] (97k)
- we’re only stones around the sun by @orchidharry: Harry used to talk about him like that once, months ago when
he wouldn’t let himself linger on touches that lasted a beat too long
or looks that held unspoken promises. Back then it’d been easy, with the
hiding of feelings, now it’s all a mess, complicated and hard. He
doesn’t know where one feeling starts and another one stops, how he’s
supposed to figure it all out. He doesn’t know where to begin, which
thread to pick up and begin untangling, where it’s going to lead him if
he does. He doesn’t know if he wants to find out. or, Harry finds that he can’t ignore his feelings for his best friend when the months start ticking down to Louis’s graduation. (46k)
- for now (and forever) :
"It’s nice that you want to offer that, but I just can’t do that. First of all, it’s illegal.”
Louis shakes his head vigorously. “No, no. It’s not like one of us is gunning for a visa.” "Listen
to yourself,“ Harry laughs, shaking Louis’ shoulders. “Don’t you think
it’s a bit weird to con the country you’re supposed to be serving?“Louis is going into the Army, Harry is going nowhere, and there’s nothing like a little identity fraud between friends. (83k, yes, it’s a bit of cheating cause it’s a fake relationship AU, but I really love their friendship in this fic)
- Every Arrow That I Aim Is True
: “I can see you don’t believe me,” Harry says, pretending to be
stern. Louis chuckles a little but doesn’t get out of the bed. “Anyway, I
texted Liam and told him you’re with me. He said to stay here as long
as you need, and he’ll deal with the show over there until you want to
come back, all right?”Louis doesn’t say anything again so Harry whispers, “Just stay here with me for a while, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”Louis
is quiet. He never picks his head up, but Harry can see the pillow move
from where he’s nodding and his fingers tighten around Harry’s. “Yeah,”
Louis says. “Yeah, all right.” (24k)
- Baby I’m Hypnotized by You: Hypnotist AU where Louis and Harry are best friends and Harry
moans out Louis’ name on stage at a hypnotist show and Harry doesn’t
remember anything afterwards. Louis promptly has a nervous breakdown.
Harry is oblivious. (14k)
- Counting The Steps Between Us :AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love
with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a
little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a
collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis’
new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.) (24k)
- we’re afire love :Harry and Louis are best friends. Harry has the whole “crush”
thing under control, honestly. Until, of course, he moves in with Louis
and his baby. (11k)
Have a nice day !
Update (under the cut, it’s pretty long)(last update on April 4th 2017)
“Before I forget.” Niall moved over to the sofa. “I’m throwing my annual after show party in January.”
“After show for what?” Louis asked.
“For the year.” Niall grinned. “Anyone can throw a New Year’s party. I’m throwing an after show party in January. You guys are invited, of course.”
Louis glanced at Harry, not sure what to say. They wouldn’t go together, after all. There wouldn’t be any reason to.
“Liam already agreed to come,” Niall added, as if he knew Louis needed a reason.
“I’ll be there,” Harry said. “As always.”
Niall hummed, watching Barbara. “I didn’t have a doubt about that.”
“Can we bring people?” Louis asked.
“‘Course.” Niall shrugged. “No problem.”
“Cool.” Louis turned to Barbara. “Will you go with me, Babs?”
She jumped a little, almost cutting Harry’s ear. “What?”
“Fuck, Louis.” Harry kicked his foot against Louis’ shin. “Don’t do shit like that while she’s cutting my hair.”
Louis chuckled, reaching out to pat Harry’s cheek lightly. He kept his eyes on Barbara, though. “What do you say?”
“It’s not like she wasn’t invited already,” Niall pointed out.
Louis rolled his eyes at him. “You want me to help you out here, or what?”
Niall raised his hands in a defensive gesture, lowering his head a little.
“Why should I go with you?” Barbara asked, crossing her arms.
“Because I hate going to parties on my own. You’re fun.” Louis shrugged innocently, knowing he had his biggest ace still up his sleeve. “Also, I’ll take Lottie, and I’m sure she’d love to have you around.”
Barbara’s eyes lit up. Louis knew that it didn’t need any more convincing than that. “You really think she’d want that?”
“Of course.” Louis nodded.
For a moment, she was quiet, glancing at Niall a few times. She pursed her lips, tapping the comb against Harry’s shoulder. “Yeah, okay,” she said then, grinning at Niall first, before she looked at Louis. “I’ll go with you.”
“Oh my God, I love you.” Niall jumped off the sofa and hugged Louis, kissing his cheek sloppily.
Louis laughed, shoving Niall off. “The rest is up to you, mate.”
Barbara shook her head, still grinning while giving Harry’s hair a few final touches.
“How come you never got to convince her before?” Niall asked Harry. “Did you even try?”
“Not once,” Harry said drily, removing the towel from his shoulders.
“I’ll go get something to sweep the floor.” Barbara fled the room.
“Wait.” Niall followed her, hot on her heels.
Louis gazed after them for a moment, then he turned to Harry. “As if she needed any convincing.”
Harry shook his head. “She knows exactly what she wants.”
Louis stepped closer and reached out. Harry’s hair was still damp, and messed up from Barbara kneading products into the strands. “You look cute.”
“Cute.” Harry looked a little uncertain. “Not sure about that.”
“I like it.” Louis pulled Harry’s head a little closer, lips brushing over Harry’s. “You had nothing to be scared of. Still gorgeous.”
Harry’s breath hitched and he leaned in to kiss Louis properly. Maybe Louis had said too much; maybe he wasn’t supposed to call Harry gorgeous. But he was. Why shouldn’t Louis tell Harry? There was a reason, wasn’t there? Louis couldn’t remember. Not with Harry’s lips on his own.
“Thanks for calming my nerves,” Harry murmured, resting his forehead against Louis’. He still had his eyes closed. “It’s just hair, I know.”
“It’s your hair,” Louis reminded him. “You’re allowed to be scared of a change like that.”
Harry opened his eyes, and they were dark; the green turning into a stormy grey. “You’re not supposed to be this nice to me.”
Louis managed a smirk. They’d leave in a few hours, and he had no idea how he was supposed to muster up the courage to tell Harry how he felt about him before that. He didn’t know if he should tell Harry at all. Maybe today was the last time they’d ever see each other, anyway.
“Am I supposed to tell you that you shouldn’t be this whiny about your hair? That you’re a vain chinless wonder?” Louis tilted his head a little. “Is that what you’d like to hear?”
“Is that what you really think?” Harry asked.
“It’s what I should be thinking.” Louis ran his fingers down Harry’s back, resting it over the curve of his bum.
Harry’s gaze lost focus. Louis knew exactly what he was thinking about, where his thoughts had drifted off to. Louis had finally got around to thank Harry properly the night before. Things had turned a little heated, and definitely intense between them when Louis had fingered Harry open. He didn’t think he’d ever forget how beautiful Harry had looked when he had ridden his orgasm out on Louis’ fingers.
It had probably been the last time they’d slept together, touched each other like that. The thought made Louis swallow around a lump in his throat. He didn’t want this to end.
“There are kids in the house, you know.”
Louis startled, and Harry pulled back, eyes clearing. He cleared his throat, crossing his arms behind his back.
Lottie hip-checked Louis when she passed him, a small bag in one hand. “Babs allowed me to take over from here and style your hair.”
“Great.” Harry sat down again, nervously glancing at Louis.
Licking his lips, Louis stared back. He wondered if they were on the same page, at all. He couldn’t tell, didn’t know. All he knew was that Harry had planned to be with Luke once January rolled around.
Was he just a pastime? A replacement as long as Harry couldn’t be with Luke? Louis had no idea what to make of all this. Harry certainly enjoyed his company, and he definitely enjoyed the sex. Louis just wasn’t sure there were any feelings beyond those on Harry’s part.
He left the room, needing distraction from his thoughts – from Harry.