Może kiedyś opowiem Ci to wszystko. Usiądziemy w przytulnej kawiarni, przy kawie, a ja już bez żadnych emocji, ale z sentymentem powiem, jak było naprawdę. Tak. Kiedyś postaram się streścić Ci te kilka lat tęsknoty
—  Marcin Lenartowicz

Sing When You’re Winning by hazmesentir

Length: 90k

“Isn’t that some kind of cardinal sin, a Manchester United fan Tweeting a Liverpool player?“

“How did you know I was a Man United fan?” Harry asks, immediately aghast.

“You looked at that shirt on the wall-” Louis motions to the Liverpool shirt reading TOMLINSON 17 hanging above the fireplace, “-like it physically hurts you to be in the same room.”

Harry ducks his head, trying not to blush. “Ah. Didn’t think it was that obvious.”

“My scum-dar was obviously off, because when you first walked in here I thought you were all right,” he says.

Or, the one where Harry’s a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League’s first gay footballer and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed, Must-Read

like a boomerang by youwilll

Length: 48k

“Right, so. Could I ask you an incredibly hypothetical question?” Louis whispers, this time, if only to take the piss out of Zayn.

“You came all the way here to ask me an ‘incredibly hypothetical question?’”

“Yes, of course,” Louis nods.

Zayn manages a quiet laugh. “Okay, I’ll bite. Go ahead, Tommo, ask away.”

“What would you do if you kept living the same day over and over again?”

AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed

Wiesz dlaczego ranisz? Na siłę próbujesz pokazać wszystkim, że Ty też potrafisz. Wolisz, żeby pomyśleli o Tobie “Co za suka” niż “Jaka ona delikatna i łatwa do zranienia”. Ale faktów nie oszukasz. Jesteś wrażliwcem grającym w teatrze rolę złego charakteru. Przyznam, masz do tego talent. Prawie Ci uwierzyłam.. ale potem Cię poznałam. I wiesz co? Ten któregoś kiedyś pokochasz.. tak wiem, teraz twierdzisz, że miłości nie ma.. ale On będzie wtedy najszczęśliwszym człowiekiem na świecie. Naprawdę.
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Want You More Than A by TheCellarDoor

Length: 78k

“Sorry if I hogged your duvet. Or you. I’ve been told that I tend to do that.”

“I didn’t mind.” That was a gross understatement. Harry wanted to spend the rest of his life with Louis tucked into his arms and stealing Harry’s duvet even though he already had his own. Just the thought of anyone but Harry getting to do that instead made his stomach twist with unease, and it was childish and stupid because Louis wasn’t his, but he couldn’t help it anyway.

“I should probably go home soon,” Louis said after a long pause that made Harry go back to fidgeting with the pillowcase again. “Don’t want to, but I can’t very well stay here all day, can I? Shouldn’t, really.”

Was he kidding? He could stay forever.

“You can stay as long as you want. I’ll make breakfast.” Harry didn’t even care how desperate he sounded. He just wanted to take care of Louis in any way Louis would let him. “I’ll make eggs?”

“Liam has never made me eggs. You’re clearly the lovelier sibling.”

Falling in love with your step-brother’s best friend is a disaster enough. When he happens to be the boy everyone loves and you’re a nerd who wears sweater vests and cries during rom-coms, it takes it to a whole new level.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed, Must-Read