harry and zayn go to the club

Billboard: Niall Horan Braces for Stardom Outside One Direction, With Advice From Justin Bieber & The Eagles

When Niall Horan decided to move from London to Los Angeles in early 2016, it’s no surprise that he chose a house in Laurel Canyon, the epicenter of ’60s folk-rock culture. Horan was the one ­toting a guitar in One Direction, the British boy-band juggernaut that was just then going on a hiatus, and he’s got the soul of a singer-songwriter: He’s charismatic, witty and sensitive, but also easygoing and no-nonsense. Viewed alongside his bandmates – born rock star Harry Styles, “sensible one” Liam Payne, “funny one” Louis Tomlinson, moody R&B prince Zayn Malik – Horan, 23, is sort of like the middle brother: the most ­approachably handsome, the second-most popular across social media (29 million Twitter followers; 19 million on Instagram) and the most likely to lust after a gig at the historic Los Angeles rock club The Troubadour. “Playing for, like, 500 people. What more do you want?” says Horan. “I’ve had some good moments with screaming ­teenagers, but I like when the room is completely dead. It’s a ­different kind of respect. People are actually listening.”

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1. These four walls and me - 65k On the outside, it would appear that Niall’s perfectly content with his life the way it is: spending his days with his three pups as they take care of his flock of sheep. In reality, Niall’s got far more going on than meets the eye, but he won’t let anyone close enough to help. That is, until someone comes along who’s not willing to take no for an answer.

2. Emotional knapsack - 63k
 “We could do a,” Harry leans forward, “like a, small show? Or shows? Like, not a full tour. Not that we’re like, going to record or anything or change anything about our hiatus. But, we’ve got the songs?”
“Just a small thing,” Niall could slap himself for how light his voice comes out, clearing his throat and meeting Harry’s big eyes with his own, “just a bit of fun.”

(Harry and Niall go solo, together.)

3. Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all - 19k
    “You don’t have room to talk,” Louis says, pointing a finger at Harry and narrowing his eyes. “Seeing as how you were seventy five million years late to the meeting today.”
“Well I’m bloody well here now!” Harry shouts. Everyone goes quiet, Zayn even manages to pause whatever Robert Downey Jr. is doing on the telly, and it’s right then, in the middle of the first split second of quiet since Harry arrived that he hears it.
“Wait,” Harry says, cocking his head to the side and listening more closely. “Is that a baby crying?”

OR: Niall gets a baby left w him and Harry moves in to help him take care of her

4. Can’t help falling in love with you  - 21k
  Niall is an Irish popstar and Harry asks him to his sister’s wedding via Twitter, never expecting he’d actually say yes.

5. Once in your life - 13k
There’s a moment of silence where Harry considers just passing out right there, head hanging off the bed, because the alcohol’s finally catching up to him in the most unpleasant way. “When we’re thirty?”
“When we’re thirty.” Harry repeats. His eyelids are slowly drooping closed, fingers going slack around the beer he’s clutching. He’s just slipping over the edge when there’s the rustle of material and he squints open one eye to look at Niall.
“We’ve done stupider things.” Niall shrugs.

Niall and Harry make a marriage pact.

6. Nobody Said it was easy
   Niall’s a doctor who assumes harry has a wife

7. Eventually we find our way
   based of Audrey, wait

8. So it goes
   harry’s mum thinks they’re dating

9. Home is where the he heart is
  Harry has always been with Niall, has always gone where Niall’s gone.
 So flying across the  pond and drifting across the USA with Niall really isn’t all that different.        
 Until it is.

10. Broken hearted boy
     harry always get hurt by breaking up niall’s been in love with harry and tells him after a      
     long time

11. Chasing happiness
     Niall is famous harry his best friend is home

12. If you could be my wishing star
     niall is a shooting star

13. Hook, line and sinker
     Niall is a merman

14. A kiss just like a whisper
     niall’s dad thinks they’re together

15. Limits don’t exsist
     harry helps Niall with his math

16. Come closer
     Niall is in the group the preps and harry the bikers

17. Between sheets and paint
     harry goes to an art exhibitation and meets Niall

18. The biggest loser
      harry is contestant in biggest loser Niall is his coach

19. Camp harry
     they meet at a music camp

20. Growing up
    (Or the one where Harry and Niall grow up and fall in love together.)

21. Inside a clock
    harry meets a timekeeper after his fight with Niall
22. searching
     Niall looks at harry’s Google searches

23. You were the one to save me and i’ve never been happier
     Niall stutters harry becomes his best friend

24. It will come around
      Niall is in love with harry and harry is oblivious to it

25. Of demons and angels
     harry is a shadow hunter Niall becomes a shadow hunter

26. The countdown
      Like the timer on the inside of his wrist, Harry has been counting down the days-hours-  
     minutes-seconds until he meets his soul mate. But then Harry meets Niall.

27. 911 you’re my emergency
     harry is a surgeon Niall is a paramedic

28. Intensified by a absence
     harry is a time traveler

29. Stay with me until the end
      Niall and harry are boyfriends harry is in a boyband

30. To the sky, a joyful smile
     niall has cancer

31. Baby, you and I, were born to shine
     niall is a chimney cleaner

32. It was just so weird
     Louis and harry swap from body

33. Mastering The art of friends cooking
     the boys are in a team on a cooking show niall and harry like each other

34. Got lips like sugar cane candy shop

35. The boy at grimey’s records
     Niall world in a record shop

36. Trial and error
    the one where Harry and Niall are best friends who fall in love.

37. See you later, boy
     One day, Niall runs Harry over with a skateboard.

38. Know your place
      niall meets harry at the x factor

39. Turn all your grey skies blue
     Niall’s a new single dad, and Harry’s his daughter’s teacher at the daycare.

40. Hey niall, did you know?
     Niall is kinda nerdy and awkward and wears glasses and loves facts. Louis kinda sets him  
     up on a couple dates.

41. Whole weekend recovery
      harry is niall’s room mate in decuyper house

42. Baby, you make my heart beat faster
      Niall’s into Harry. Harry’s into taxidermy.

43. I’m not trying to stop you
     Niall and Harry are the only ones left on campus over the Christmas holiday

44. Are you there god? It’s me, niall
     niall is married to harry his friends don’t know it and have a fan club about harry

45. Just smile
     Harry and Niall decide to go to the prom as just friends. It doesn’t work out quite as

46. See to my soul
Niall and Harry are cast in their university’s production of ‘Spring Awakening’, and Niall has an awakening of his own.

47. Baby, you don’t know what it’s like
In which Louis is a good friend, Liam is kind, Zayn is always stressed, Niall is the new guy and Harry falls in love

48. Her human’s human
Button (cat) isn’t quite sure what to make of the new blond boy in her human’s life.

49. Kiss me till you’re drunk
niall is liam’s friend and heart liked niall he’s 3 years younger than niall (written through ages)

50. Friends just sleep in another bed
tour starts: niall and harry grow closer

51. Half a heart
harry is looking for his soul mate his whole life he stood hoping when he’s 19 then he meets niall

52. Just words
the one where Niall starts writing a fan fiction of his own and the constant slashy comments leave him confused about his feelings for Harry.

53. Endless road
Summary: Eighteen year old Harry Styles planned to spend six months backpacking across Europe with his older sister Gemma. What he didn’t plan was to meet an irresistible blonde boy called Niall on their very first stop. As Harry starts to fall in love with Niall, there’s only one thing he’s certain about. Gemma can’t ever find out. Unbeknownst to Harry, his budding relationship with Niall isn’t the biggest secret being kept over the course of their travels.

54. Eighteen
Ed listens — and is inspired — as the relationship between one of his best friends and his best friend develops and changes into something wonderful.

55.  Keep it down
Harry’s trying to write a paper but some idiot in the university library keeps distracting him.

56. A narry Cinderella story
Harry is Cinderella. Niall is Prince Charming. And that is just how the story goes.

57. The kind of love I need
Harry Styles befriends the blind boy in the grade below him, but he never expected to fall in love

58. By fairest blood
Harry is the prince, and Liam is the huntsman. And Niall is the fairest of them all.
Snow White and the Huntsman AU

59. Baby, I
Warm milk floods his mouth. The hand in Niall’s hair tightens. “Oh my god,” Niall says, his mouth full. He doesn’t know whether to spit it out or to swallow it.

60.  Hair of the dog
Featuring VetTech!Harry, WitsEnd!Niall and the rascally beastie that brings them together.

61. And us their men

The school’s production of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ is underway, but not until Ben finds his perfect Romeo. Harry, a Shakespeare enthusiast, is asked to audition for the part, and Niall, a stagehand watching in the balconies, inadvertently becomes his Juliet.

62.  To being neighbours.
It starts off something like this, with textbooks and a noisy apartment complex, but then there’s a kid involved and Harry isn’t quite sure where he went wrong. Or right. (Or the kid!fic no one asked for.)

63.  Children off all ages
Niall grew up in the circus, Harry didn’t, but they both live under extraordinary circumstances and all they really want is each other.

64.  Harry styles and the seven years chase
Harry and Niall bump into each other, literally, on top of the Astronomy Tower, and then skirt around feelings for seven years.

65. So ill go for you with everything I’ve got
Niall is about to give up on his dreams and Harry is the one who makes him hold on. When harry met niall OR When Harry Met Sally AU where Harry is Harry and Niall is Sally and they are both completely stupid (for each other. Harry rides along with niall to new York

66. A slide into first
Niall’s a minor league star baseball player, Harry’s in love with him, Liam makes really good hot dogs, Louis’s a mascot wrench, and Zayn shows up to pull everything together.

67.  Good enough
niall meets harry at the set of master chef

68.  Until the end of time
Niall Horan has always been in love with Harry. And things are perfect until Niall meets Zayn.

69. The wedding singer
It’s not that Harry doesn’t believe in love, exactly - he just thinks that romance and marriage and all that comes with it are overrated. Niall has sung at over a hundred weddings, and is determined to prove Harry wrong. After all - there’s a reason for all those songs.

70. Leviticus
Harry is the new kid with a bad attitude and Niall’s the son of priest who’s never even thought about girls- let alone boys. Somehow, they make it work.

71. Flipping the script
Or the one where Harry’s always topped but now he wants to bottom and Niall just wants his Harry back.

72. Baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses cause we’re gonna take a ride
The one where Niall’s got it all figured out and Harry’s a little bit insane… but it’s not that simple. It never felt right calling this just friends or: harry and niall’s friendship from ages six to sixteen. (and nineteen at the very end).

73.  Sky with the turbulence
(or Niall is a literal angel, and Harry is really strong. Like, really

74. The injury
Niall and Harry live in the same apartment building and when Niall hurts his leg Harry is there to take care of his friendly and cute neighbor he’s been crushing on.

75. Stay with me (a little longer)
(or the one where Harry and Niall meet again after seven long years).

76. Happens all too fast
niall and harry meet at law school

77. Our possible past
Niall may have traveled the world and found love everywhere he went, but there was only one he would always return

78. To The rules of dating niall horan
Sometimes they laugh and sometimes they cry. Regardless what of life throws at them, or what it takes away, Niall and Harry will fight their way through the troubles of love—together.

79.  Blanket forts and netflix
Niall and Harry are best friends living in New York and this is basically just a whole bunch of fluffy dates and schmoop. Oh and crying Louis.

80. 7:39 Every morning
Niall catches the 7:39 rush hour train to work. One day some prick steals his seat.

81. Maybe with me
Harry tries to help Niall hook up. Set during the American leg of the TMH tour.

82.  If these drugs don’t kill me, baby, you might
– In which university student Niall does a lot of drugs, lands himself in the hospital and meets a certain seventeen year old boy named Harry Styles who has tried to kill himself on multiple occasions.

83.  Remember that
In rome on the bus harry and Niall start shagging on tour

84. Wait ‘till our mums find out
niall and harry have been best friends since they were kids and, well, pops

85.  Handwritten au university Manchester
Harry and Niall meet trough photography class

86. The button chronicols (cat) she doesn’t like her human’s human Green Christmas

87.  It’s supposed to be innocent
Niall inviting Harry over to Ireland for his family’s Christmas festivities. He’s just being a good friend. Instead, it turns into an excuse for Maura and Denise to try and push the two smitten boys together at every opportunity.

88.  Show me your love
niall and harry go to las vegas as best friends and go home married.

89.  And if it’s quite alright, you could be my way of life
A comfy cozy, post break up, slightly golf!AU where Harry fills all the cracks and gaps left in Niall’s heart.

90.  If I got a condo on a cloud then I guess you can stay at my place
Harry can’t just show up to his sister’s wedding where his ex boyfriend is going to be without somebody with him, I mean he can’t just loiter around the chocolate fountain. So that’s why he enlists Niall’s help.

91. Every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces
Harry’s a nanny in New York. Niall’s his boyfriend. It’s summer. That’s it. That’s the story.

92. Something unexpected
Harry doesn’t like basketball—never understood it, and probably never will, but the cute blond sitting next to him just might make the game bearable. Oh, and there’s also a kiss cam.

93. Second home
Harry and Zayn are roommates. Zayn’s friend Niall has a habit of visiting when Zayn’s not around. Sort of written for the prompt: ‘my roommate’s best friend is really obnoxious but also hot au’ that someone reblogged on tumblr. There is only you Or: the one where Harry has the unusual ability to take his soulmate’s bad feelings and suffer through them himself.

94. The art of scraping through
(Where Harry can’t seem to make his luggage light enough to get checked in, and Niall offers him his extra baggage allowance. Then fate intervenes, the way it does.)

95.  Baby say yeah
Harry’s a rich kid looking for something to eat. Niall’s the only employee left in a restaurant that happens to be closed now, actually

96. Welcome to the jungle
Harry falls in love with Niall a little too hard and a little too fast. It’s not very punk rock.

97. Yoga to be joking
harry does yoga with niall and tries to suck his own dick

98.  All in one
The only thing was that Niall couldn’t. He couldn’t let himself fall that hard so carelessly ever again. The dangers of heartbreak were way too high. Nothing was there to catch you from that traumatic fall. Niall and harry are best friends and co-workers.

99.  Baby, it’s cold outside
After a one night stand, Harry and Niall get snowed in together.

100.  Snowdrop
Summary: Niall works at a cemetery and one day, he notices a curly haired boy, visiting someone’s grave.

101.  Ache for home
Niall is asexual. This changes things, eventually for the better.

102.  But your brand is all the rage (or so I’ve been told)
Or the one where Harry’s been in love with Niall since they were seventeen and he’s in an indie band that seem to take off overnight and him and Niall no matter what happens will always be HarryandNiall.

103.  My heart is beating the same
“Because that’s all Zayn is, now. He’s not a human, Niall’s boyfriend, anymore. He’s just the dog Niall saved from the rescue shelter sale.”

104.  Mad ones (pool party remix)
Harry buys a car in NYC = OT5 road trip to LA. 24-hour diners, shit hotels, Polaroids, golf, line dancing, and too many people in the backseat: this is what dreams are made of.

105.  A proper kiss
Liam has a Christmas party, Louis has a devious streak, and Harry has a crush on Niall. Awkward What’s the perfect first kiss like? Could you describe it? Can you remember it? Would you repeat it again if you ever got the chance?

106. Bleach and fabric softener
Summary: Harry’s roommate Louis had managed to turn their washing machine into something from The Exorcist, forcing the boys to use a local Laundromat. However, after coming across a blonde boy with blue eyes and a smile that made his insides squirm, he didn’t think it would be too bad.

107. Please know that I’m yours to keep
After running off on his fiance Harry goes back to North Carolina his hometown and reunites with old friends and the love of his life.

108. The whole world is sleeping, but my world is you
Or; Harry lives his dreams and Niall helps him save them.

109.  Just a little rush, babe
Harry’s a vampire who’s awful at parallel parking, being scary, and being alone. He meets Niall walking home alone one night.

110.  In medias res
Harry Styles is an HMRC agent with a penchant for numbers and being alone, who one day wakes up to find a voice inside his head narrating his life.

111.  Everything, from falling in love with a lovely (possibly Anarchist) baker to brushing his teeth
is told through the voice of a snarky author who’s known for killing off his protagonists, and this time’s no different.

112.  See the fire, watch it glow or
niall falls in love during tmh.

113.  What makes you different
Niall’s wings are a secret hidden in plain sight, a curse and a blessing at the same time.

114. Tell me you want me to stay
Harry just really wants this girl to leave him the fuck alone. He’s an idiot. But that’s okay, because Niall is too.

115.  Selfish pain
Summary: Prince Niall is the youngest son of King Tomlinson. His older brothers Louis and Liam are Alphas while Niall is an Omega. Everything changes the day King Malik comes for a state visit.

116.  Standing next to me
Liam meets Louis in a coffee shop and doesn’t quite know how to feel about it. Luckily, neither does Louis. They go on Not Dates, Harry and Niall cuddle a lot, and Zayn is the only sane man in town.

117.  Wabbit season
Or, Harry turns into a rabbit and Niall’s there to take care of him.

118.  While there’s still something left
Or, Niall and Harry are both assassins -and old fuck buddies- hired by competing firms to kill each other. (Mr. and Mrs. Smith au)

119.  Summer stars
niall meets harry when Jess dies. Then they go into seven minutes in Heaven Heartbreak hero (Alternatively, Niall’s Guide On How to Win Back the Girl, patent pending. It should work, in theory.)

120.  Maybe you’re my snowflake
Harry Styles loves the snow. Niall Horan loves the stars. And somewhere between snowflakes and night skies, they start loving each other.

121. Soul mate’s words
Or the one where Niall, a hopeless romantic, slowly watches each of his friends’ and family members find their soul mates until it’s finally his turn

122. . I need an hour just to say hello
or where a shy, stuttering Harry works at the golf course, where he meets Niall

123.  Show the marks upon your skin soul mate.
You get bruises and scars what the other person gets.

124. Words cannot espresso
niall and harry work in a coffeeshop. Niall is a Girl

125.  People fall in love in mysterious ways
The plan is fly to Dublin and be engaged by the end of the weekend. It’s not supposed to include a slight detour, a series of delays and a beautiful but brazen Irishman who changes, well, everything. Inspired by the movie Leap Year.

126.  Groovy, baby
Niall is still from the 70’s and still living with Harry in 2015 But he’s disappearing by the second

127.  Our possible pasts
niall runs out the we ding with Nathan skyes. He meets hat rt at a farm where he works. He runs away later t

128. By your side
Harry is blind and Niall gets partnered up with him for a project.

129. Loving you feels so right
Or the one where Niall is a stripper with a past and Harry is a soloist with a few secrets of his own.

anonymous asked:

Fic where they both meet at a club / dancing please? Thanks love

I’m sorryyy I’m so late to answer this :/ I’ve tried to make it up by making this one long ;)

- Another Hazy May, by deLILAh: louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices. (41k, M)

- Love’s Truest Language  , by @summerwinefics :  The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.  “Where’s your order forms, then?”  “I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.  Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?” (48k, E)

- Wasn’t Expecting That, by  shamelessamy10: Since moving out of his mum’s house with his baby daughter, it’s always been just Harry and his little Luna Flower; dad and daughter against the world. Things are just fine and Harry doesn’t think he needs anyone – and that could have had to do with the fact that he doesn’t think there’s anyone out there good enough. But, with a leap of faith and some unexpected twists and turns, maybe he might just prove himself wrong. Or, the one where Harry is a single dad and gets more than he bargained for after a one night stand of sorts. (103k, E)

- Change My Needs , by zarah5 : AU. A one-night stand gone wrong. Or: it’s just Louis’ luck that the boy he wanted to take home needs stitches after a club brawl. Honestly, a precautionary trip to the emergency room isn’t Louis’ idea of a fun time - but a hospital waiting room is a good place to fall in love. (13k, M)

- All that Glitters is Gold , by iwillpaintasongforlou : Louis is an exotic dancer in a club that is really, really not Harry’s scene, but there’s something about gold skin shimmering with glitter and a perfect bum in tiny shorts swaying around on a stripper pole that’s simply magnetic. If shy little Harry becomes a regular here, then that’s his business. And if Louis develops a soft spot for his favorite gentlemanly patron, then that’s his business too. (4k, E)

- You You You , by isthatyoularry : Or, the one where Harry and Louis meet at a club and Louis takes Harry home, only for him to realize that the boy who just made him breakfast half naked is Harry Styles from One Direction. (137k, M)

- Sweeter Than Wine , by anonymous : When Wizard!Louis goes to a muggle club for a change of pace, his one night stand ends up being much more than he bargained for. (15k, E)

- Put Your Hands on Me in My Skintight Jeans, by iwillpaintasongforlou : Harry is a popstar who –according to the media– does a lot of cocaine and fucks a lot of boys. Louis is a waiter at a gay nightclub who finds it hard to believe that anyone who wears a straw hat to a bar can be the party animal Harry’s made out to be.(Famous!Harry meets non-famous!Louis in a club and things progress from there… in the direction of Louis’ bedroom.) (8k, E)

- feel you on my neck , by @a-writerwrites : Harry’s drunk.  Harry’s drunk and there’s this guy.  This guy plastered to his back and if he could just get a cab…  (6.5k, E)

- Shape of You, by sincewewereeighteen : “Are you coming home tonight?” Zayn asks then, acknowledging Harry’s presence. “I don’t know”, Louis answers him and then looks at Harry. “Am I?” He raises a brow. Harry only smirks and says: “he’s not going home tonight”.Or: the club isn’t the best place to find a lover, but somehow they find each other. (21k, E)

- I’m All Yours, I Got No Control , by Bearandleonardwrite : Harry and Louis hook up at a club. When Harry turns up to his new job the next day, he’s more than a little surprised to learn that his new boss, Dr. Tomlinson, is Louis. (Basically; Louis is Harry’s boss. Harry wants his dick and also his heart. ) (10k, E)

- Go With It, by embro : Prompt: “You thought I was someone else and started making out with me in a club and you’re really hot so I just kinda went with it and now we’re heading back to your place and I don’t know how to break it to you” (4.5k, nr)

“When Niall Horan decided to move from London to Los Angeles in early 2016, it’s no surprise that he chose a house in Laurel Canyon, the epicenter of ’60s folk-rock culture. Horan was the one ­toting a guitar in One Direction, the British boy-band juggernaut that was just then going on a hiatus, and he’s got the soul of a singer-songwriter: He’s charismatic, witty and sensitive, but also easygoing and no-nonsense. Viewed alongside his bandmates – born rock star Harry Styles, “sensible one” Liam Payne, “funny one” Louis Tomlinson, moody R&B prince Zayn Malik – Horan, 23, is sort of like the middle brother: the most ­approachably handsome, the second-most popular across social media (29 million Twitter followers; 19 million on Instagram) and the most likely to lust after a gig at the historic Los Angeles rock club The Troubadour. “Playing for, like, 500 people. What more do you want?” says Horan. “I’ve had some good moments with screaming ­teenagers, but I like when the room is completely dead. It’s a ­different kind of respect. People are actually listening.””

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Her - Harry Styles Imagine

A/N: I have a Harry Gang kink so I felt like writing this lololol. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is welcome 😄

Harry Styles is the leader of the most dangerous and notorious gang whom currently reside in London, England. The police even are terrified to arrest them or anything, knowing they’d retaliate in the most horrible way possible. Let’s just say you wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of anyone in that gang, especially Harry. Unless you have a death wish of course.


“Tell me again why you decided to steal from us Stephen?” Harry asked, twirling the knife in his hand around.

This man, Stephen Young killed a delivery guy and stole a truck that was moving $20,000 worth of drugs to the gang’s warehouse. This man had to pay, whether he returned the drugs or not, the deed was still done.

“I needed the money s-sir. You see my f-family-” Stephen started. “Oh please save the sob story you’ve been rehearsing, why did you steal from us? I won’t ask again.” Harry asked once again, growing more impatient by the second. “My boss has a grudge against you all, I just do as I’m told.” Stephen said shrugging his shoulders. (well as much as he could anyway - he was tied to a chair)

“Alright, well a lot of people have a grudge against us sweetheart, you’re gonna have to be more specific.” Harry’s fingers touched the blade of the knife, sliding down on it lightly enough that it didn’t cut him. “You think a fucking knife is gonna to scare me into telling who my boss is? I’m not saying another fucking word.” Stephen spat. “That’s too bad, oh well. We’ll find out another way, anyone?” Harry gestured towards all of the people standing in the room. Zayn nodded at him and walked on over taking Harry’s place. Harry handed the knife to him and stepped to the side. Stephen gulped and started trying to break free from the rope tying his hands and feet together. He however was unsuccessful. Zayn started walking towards him and Stephen clearly became petrified in that moment.

“We are going to have a lot of fun.”


A blood curling scream could be heard through the walls of the club. Of course it wasn’t a rare occurrence, people knew who ran the club. It was the best club in London despite it. Everyone loved it, they had the best alcohol, best drugs, best everything. It was so good in fact that no one questioned what happened on the other side of those walls. You had nothing to worry about, unless you were on the other side.

All eyes rested on the five men who walked out of a “No Entry” door, located at the far back of the club, including yours. You had never seen them all in real life, only on the news. “They are way more attractive in real life”, you thought. You couldn’t help but stare at Harry. He was handsome, tall, had incredibly beautiful green eyes plus other enticing features.

You had realised you were staring too long until you saw a man beside tap him on the shoulder and point at you. Harry’s eyes met yours and he smirked. You quickly looked away, your heart beating rapidly not only from nerves because he’s gorgeous but because you’re also terrified. You know his reputation, what he’s done. That scared the living daylights out of you. Especially after that scream you heard before. Your best friend Sarah convinced you to come here tonight despite your best efforts to say no. She had just gotten dumped so she guilt tripped you into saying yes.

In a swift movement you made your way towards the bar to grab a drink, that didn’t just happen. It. Did. Not. Just. Happen.

“Okay what the hell just happened?” Sarah asked, sitting beside you. You ordered a drink for you and her and slightly turned your head to look at her. “I was staring at Harry and h-he made eye contact he smiled at me and…” you said, turning your head to the man giving you and Sarah your drinks. You thanked him and gave him the money for them. He smiled and walked off, serving another customer. “Well you naughty girl, I didn’t think you had a thing for the bad boys.” Sarah laughed, pushing your shoulder in a friendly way.

“I’m serious. What if he is over there now plotting my death?” You glared at her. Sarah’s smile disappeared. “He won’t hurt you unless you’ve earned it, the smile was probably harmless. Or he might think you’re cute.”

“You’re probably right.” You said and shrugged it off. Deep down, you were still worried however.

Sarah and yourself talked for the next 20 minutes until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around facing a man and according to what he was wearing, he worked here. Your eyebrows pushed together, “uh yes?”

“Mr Harry Styles has requested to see you.”

A/N: I don’t know if I should make a part 2 or not???¿¿¿

As we’re blessed with Footballer!Louis during Socceraid, I guess it’s time to make a fic rec, right ?

- Pull Me Under : 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.)(140k)

- so grab your passport and my hand : The one in which Louis plays football and Harry sings a lot, and somehow that means they’re meant to be. They’ll figure it out soon enough. (32k)

- Hold My Breath  : AU. It’s possible — possible — that his three-week ban from the football pitch makes Louis just a tad antsy. Surely it’s not so bad that it warrants punishment in the form of his friends signing him up for a yoga class? Either way, Louis is determined to hate every second of it.He didn’t count on a yoga instructor who wears flower-patterned headscarves and smiles like summer won’t end. (19k)

- Just For Me  : Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic lunch between friends.(They do.) (9.5k)

- and your light’s always shining on (Series) : Louis sends him lots of messages with exclamation marks and so proud of u haz !! and that save was brilliant ! and u look so cute when ur angry :p. Harry replies back with lots of heart emojis and pictures of himself shirtless and still in bed, grinning like an idiot, and Louis saves all of Harry’s pictures. (16k)

- Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame)  : Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be. OR    A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can’t have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything. (85k)

- We’ve got nothing to lose  : (…) Also known as an Olympics AU where Harry is a pro tennis player, and Louis is a pro footballer. They meet at the opening ceremony and fall in love, obviously. (12k)

- We Made These Memories for Ourselves  : Breath held, Harry squints his eyes open and focuses on the first stick. A blue line. Harry breathes out an unsteady breath. He’s pretty sure he read that one blue line is a negative, but he fishes the box from the bottom of the pile just to make sure.“Negative,” he confirms, voice echoing around the small room. “Next.”Now that he’s feeling a little less shaky, he scans the rest of the tests at once, is met with a headache-inducing mixture of pink plus signs and blue double lines. His heart rate picks up until it’s pounding triple-time in the base of his throat and the pit of his stomach, thundering in his ears and throbbing in his temples. He flips over the rest of the boxes slowly, but he knows what they’re going to say before he even looks.[or, Louis is a footballer, Harry owns a bakery, and they’re having a baby.] (17k)

- anything could happen  : Harry’s famous, Louis is almost famous and they switch phones one night. (1.4k)

- but me, i’m not a gamble  : A Posh & Becks AU in which Harry is a star on the stage and Louis is a star on the pitch, but they’re both inexplicably terrible at articulating their feelings. In the end, it only takes a season’s worth of failed matchmaking schemes, platonic dinner dates, road trip holidays, and one very convenient David Beckham cameo for them to figure it all out. And if Niall knew all along? Well, he at least has the decency not to be too smug about it.  (33k)

- You’ve got to see yourself from far and wide; Harry and Louis meet at a very early age under all the wrong circumstances, which leads them to absolutely loathe each other for years on end. Eventually they both make it as professional football players in (very) rival teams, but are suddenly bought by the same club and depend on one another to either make it or break it at the height of their careers.With a side of sports journalist (and bridge friend) Niall, teammate Liam and wannabe football rep Zayn. They say that there’s a fine line between love and hate. That line might as well be shaped as a football trophy. (287k)

- We’ll go slow and high tempo  : Apprentice journalist Harry Styles has a bit of a crush on former football player turned Adidas model Louis Tomlinson.A fortuitous encounter with his ex colleague Liam might lead to an interesting turn in Harry’s life.  (5K)

- Sing When You’re Winning  :  Harry is fifteen minutes late to the office on the day Louis Tomlinson comes out as gay. 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. (90k)

- Way in the World  : When Louis Tomlinson enters the waiting room, Harry can distinctly feel his heart sinking to his stomach. The man’s hair is ruffled and dishevelled and his red jersey, damp with sweat from training, clings to his perfect and chiseled body. He stands there, almost unreal, against the glass door, peering inside the office. Harry knew this would’ve happened, sooner or later. That he would have bumped into him. They play for the same club after all, even if they’re in different leagues. It’s not weird. It is not. Except it totally is. Or, the one where Harry has a knee injury and an embarrassing crush on Manchester United’s number ten.  (74k)

- Without You I’ll Never Make It Out Alive  : a Bodyguard Harry/Football Louis AU where Louis isn’t even gay at all but somehow Harry is too gorgeous with his endless legs and bouncy curls and Louis just can’t resist. From there on, chaos and love ensues. (201k)

- Although We’re Miles Apart  : Louis Tomlinson is a famous football player. Harry Styles is a famous musician. They’re in love, and long distance relationships are hard.   (10k)

Update (last update on Oct.17th 2016)

- burn this flame , by @rainbowninja:  “You’ve played keeper before?” Tomlinson asks suspiciously, hands on his waist.  “Er, yeah,” Harry coughs. “Loads of times.”  “Alright Popstar, if you’re sure,” Tomlinson tells him with a shrug, his professional expression already curling into laughter. Harry tries not to read too much into it. After all, how hard can goalkeeping really be? When Harry gets invited to play in a celebrity charity match with Louis Tomlinson, Manchester United’s star player, he’s determined to impress him with brilliant football skills. The only flaw in Harry’s otherwise foolproof plan? He has absolutely no football skills, brilliant or otherwise. (14k)

ok but tbh…. bi!liam. let us discuss this cause i’m still not over it. and also how it fits into ziam narrative. cause like. 

zayn always knew he was bi. even before x factor. but i imagine liam didn’t think much of how he used to look at muscular guys and WANT. he just thought it was envy, cause he got bullied all the time. he wanted to be strong. then he goes on x factor, meets zayn. and doesn’t understand why he can’t stop staring at his lips, his cheekbones, his eyelashes. he convinces himself it’s cause zayn is so attractive, liam’s just a little jealous is all. and he can’t stop staring at zayn’s mouth because that’s where his voice comes out and liam thinks his voice is AMAZING. and he’s just scoping out the competition, after all… 

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insp: x and true detective

Chasing Empty Spaces

By Lis (domesticharry)

Chapters: 10/10

Words: 79,027

Language: English

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Original Characters, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - 1930s, Alright so here we go with another blast from the past fic, Harry is to inherit a tobacco firm, Louis is a mechanic, and they meet at a club, there is going to be, Angst, and a touch of, Fluff, and as always, All the Smut

Summary: The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

start your day right


1. good morning sunshine - shortstraw // 2. sail into the sun - gentlemen hall // 3. if you wanna - the vaccines // 4. something good can work - two door cinema club // 5. gold rays - vinyl pinups // 6. d-d-dance - the royal concept // 7. fred astaire - san cisco // 8. tightrope - walk the moon // 9. handsome - the vaccines // 10. say it, just say it - the mowgli’s // 11. no story time - smallpools // 12. mr polite - the jungle giants // 13. what you know - two door cinema club // 14. diane young - vampire weekend // 15. hunger - frankie and the heartstrings // 16. cardiac arrest - bad suns // 17. ways to go - grouplove // 18. weekend - last dinosaurs // 19. when i get older - wild party // 20. she’s a riot - jungle giants // 21. let’s go - matt and kim // 22. geronimo - sheppard // 23. let’s dance to joy divison - the wombats // 24. san fransisco - the mowgli’s // 25. young blood - the naked and famous // 26. couch potato - shortstraw // 27. thunder clatter - wild club // 28. shiver shiver - walk the moon // 29. love will save your soul - grouplove // 30. changing of the seasons - two door cinema club

Harry’s surprised when he wakes up to his jeans unbuttoned and Y/N rubbing over the front of his boxers, where his knot’s full of seed and his cocks hard like he’s in full rut.

Which is all very bad, given the circumstances.

They say the omegas who defy alphas, who cross boundaries they know they shouldn’t, are, for some reason, despite their defiant behaviour, always the best in bed.

“Y/N,” Harry tsks, grabbing her wrist to pull her hand away, even though he really doesn’t want to, “this isn’t cuddling, darling. This is groping.”

or Y/N’s Liam’s younger sister. She spends the weekend in Las Vegas with him and his friends, where she’s too young to do anything fun and unexpectedly goes into heat under Harry’s watch.

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List of girl!direction exchange stories

Love You a Latte by 1Diamondinthesun for annewithane (Harry/Louis)
far from her sun by ziallsmofo for geewhizmo (Niall/Zayn)
Just Me, Her and The Moons by MoonyJu for sitandadmire (Harry/Louis)
I Would Like by MissLii for MoonyJu (Liam/Louis)
don’t fall in love with the moment (and think you’re in love with the girl) bytraumatic for Veronibell (Harry/Louis)
It’s time by niallhoranbitches for acciowriting (Zayn/Liam)
Would you let me be your world? by geewhizmo for walking_travesty (Zayn/Louis)
Hawkeye, Not Hulk by kikikryslee for rumpledlinen (Harry/Louis)
This Could Be My Greatest Mistake by annewithane for harrytomlinsonwhoops (Harry/Louis)
Cliff’s Edge (You Turn Me On) by marie24 for buttfuckinglarry (Harry/Louis)
so honey hold my hand by acciowriting for ivegotfireforaheart (Zayn/Liam)
and this is the why by sitandadmire for gravitycentered (Zayn/Harry)
You’ve Got Stars (They’re In Your Eyes) by StayTillTheAM for niallhoranbitches (Niall/Zayn)
Love Club by walking_travesty for hvrrystyles(Liam/Harry)
makes me wanna be all yours by sitandadmire for lit_anon (Harry/Louis)
We Beat the Odds Together by annewithane for kikikryslee (Harry/Louis)
bottle it up by saysthemagpie for MissLii (Liam/Louis)
time to go down by MissLii for traumatic (Liam/Louis)

collection of 1D recs that I have read so far

Compiled from my dreamwidth posts from the past year, and I entered the fandom late, so you’ve probably read most of these already. Not an AU unless otherwise specified. Happy ending unless otherwise specified.


Better Life Choices by Ferritin4. Fake boyfriends secretly pining, like you do.

And If This is the Only Thing I Want by estrella30. Nick and Harry kiss sometimes, like you do.

nowhere better than this place by waspabi. AU with Farmer Harry and Fashion Writer Nick. This is the most beautiful (and the only) Farmer Harry fic I’ve read, except for the gay farmer dating tumblr not!fic by rubdown, which was pretty funny, but not actually a fic.

Like a Lightning Strike by Hllangel. Canon divergence AU in which 1D didn’t get past judges’ houses. I think you accidentally took my red tartan jacket from Mahiki last night. My keys were in my pocket. You had an avocado in yours, which I’m sure was equally important.

i should ink my skin with your name by crucios. Harry POV

If This Is Love by sunsetmog. Nick POV. Broke my heart, then mended it. Airport reunion scene! Novel-length monstrosity I’ve read several times.

In Vodka Veritas by Vae. Nick POV. Harry complains about bisexual invisibility.

keep my heart slow by estrella30. Harry POV. Nick produces a boyfriend out of nowhere, and Harry goes on tour broken-hearted. But happy ending!


Not Your Fault But Mine by sunsetmog. Louis-centric, plus OT5 friendship. College AU with realistic
depression (but with a happy ending; no one flunks out)

Podfic of The Disgruntled Novelist’s Bodacious Pornographer (or, that time Nick and Louis were rival romance writers) by greedy_dancer. Beautifully read podfic of a funny AU about rival romance writers by aliferuined.

Three Cheers for Involuntary Attraction (and sequels) by checkthemargins.

and i never saw you coming by annemari. Someone sends Nick anonymous backhanded compliments in the mail.

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow by sunsetmog. Lots of pining and emotional confusion, secret relationship, being in the closet, slightly kinky. Another novel-length monstrosity I’ve read several times; I have a lot of feelings about it. The author has written snippets of a sequel, but I’m trying not to get my hopes up.

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better Than You by aliferuined. Louis has to be an asshole about everything; Nick likes it. Sequel.


emotional knapsack by irishmizzy and miss_bennie. Slow-burn futurefic of my heart. After One Direction breaks up, everyone else seems to have settled into their new lives, but Harry and Niall are both a bit lonely and depressed. Niall has the feeling that he’s forgotten something, Harry’s house in LA is too big, and they think touring again is the answer. (Hint: Fucking is the answer.)

way, no way by irishmizzy and miss_bennie. Amazing sequel to the amazing emotional knapsack. Together they are the quintessential, the ultimate, the standard Narry futurefic against which all Narry futurefics are measured. In a word, I liked it.

Baby, I by makesomelove. Aka the best babypire fic ever written. Niall gets bitten by a baby at the beginning of tour and starts craving milk. Harry provides. OH YES HE DOES. When Niall grows up, they live happily ever after. All the benefits of a vampire fic, but with none of the woe-is-me-i’m-dead-forever drama. Except for that other Vampire!Niall fic that’s also drama-free.

Maybe With Me by threeturn. Tourfic. Niall has feelings, Harry is clueless, the band is charming. So great I made a podfic of it to express my feelings.

remember that time on the bus by estrella30. Tourfic. Niall suggests they have sex, and Harry likes the idea more the longer he thinks about it.


One Hundred Per Cent by threeturn. Liam is 100% not gay, but Niall has a plan. Or, five times Niall came up with a ridiculous excuse for him to have sex with Liam and one time aliens did. One of ten delightful stories in the TROPEGATE collection.


the pawn to your king by blackwayfarers. Harry thinks Liam and Louis are dating, so they pretend to be boyfriends to get back at him. Then they realize they are dating, so they pretend not to be to get back at him.

slow to acknowledge the knots in our laces by dicktective. Liam and Louis play gay chicken; Liam accidentally wins.

Enough to Go By by oliviacirce. Novel-length futurefic in which Liam has been secretly in love with Louis for years, and Louis is going through a divorce and needs a place to stay. The side Haylor is cute.

Louis Tomlinson and the Upstairs Neighbor by mistresscurvy. an AU in which Liam and his daughter move into the apartment upstairs from Louis. Contains a surprise fusion that’s not really a surprise, given that it’s right there in the title whoops. I loved it.

Grey sweaters = clones, apparently? by greedy_dancer. Futuristic dystopian notfic, but with happy ending.

These Streets Are Yours by sunsetmog. College AU. Angst, with a side of angst. Happy ending, though!

Fine By Me (if you never leave) by harriet_vane. Non-famous AU. Liam is a great fake boyfriend. So cute I made a podfic of it.

Replay, Darling by lazy_daze. Louis flirts via obnoxious word games. Apparently the obnoxious word games are canon.

My Love is as a Fever by harriet_vane. Hurt/Comfort. “Liam gets sick. Louis looks after him.”

Trade All My Tomorrows for Just One Yesterday by harriet_vane. Actually a Groundhog Day AU, but apart from the time loop, it’s still the same band.


Trust in Your Dream by disarm_d. Non-AU, sort of. Harry hits his head and wakes up in a world where he and Louis are not dating. Louis is straight, so no happy ending. Short and sad.

if it’s me you’re looking for by eleadore. Non-famous AU. Harry and Louis live together, pine secretly, but never say anything and date other people like idiots. lots of angst, but happy ending!

Purer Than The Water (like we were) by FeelsForBreakfast. Mermaid AU!!! Pensive and lovely.

Soft Like Circles Strong Like Squares by disarm_d. A/B/O X-Factor Era fic in which Harry is an Alpha and Alphas are the ones discriminated against (usually it’s omegas). Ended too soon. Labeled “unhappy ending”, but no one dies or anything.

Agent Provocateur by anonymous. D/s tourfic. Delightful story about subspace and Harry and Louis being idiots who don’t know they’re in a relationship.

Google Says Cut That Out by LittleMousling. Another BDSM Harry/Louis relationship.


Da Mi Basia Mille by StormDancer. College AU. Zayn gets dumped, and Harry decides to kiss him once a day in the spirit of friendship. Feelings happen.

if you never let me go, well I will never let you down by estrella30.

(just like) starting over by robpatFF. Pretend boyfriends; predictable results.

The one where Zayn can’t stop acting like Harry’s boyfriend by shuttermutt. Accidental boyfriends.

Zayn/Liam, Harry/Louis, Zayn/Harry, Liam/Louis

Yours Faithfully by threeturn. Space AU with soulbonds. Niall is a spaceship. Zayn and Liam are popstars. Harry and Louis are ex-slaves. Little Mix are resistance fighters. Do you need to know more?


Even When We Fight by threeturn. College debate club AU.

If I Was Your Boyfriend, I’d Never Let You Go by estrella30. Pretend boyfriends!

around the world in eighty thousand days by fallfreely. Harry falls for Liam on tour and doesn’t think Liam likes him back.

The More the Sun Will Shine by harriet_vane. Always-a-girl Liam. Liam has a list of naughty things she’s never done, and Harry offers to help her in the spirit of friendship. Feelings happen.

never look surprised by daisysusan. Liam’s wrist is broken, and Harry offers to masturbate him in the spirit of friendship. Feelings happen.

Marcel the marketing guy/anyone

But If You Close Your Eyes Does It Almost Feel Like by pukeandcry. Marcel/Louis. AU. Louis is the receptionist; Marcel has a crush.

Cute as Buttons by threeturn. Music video canon. Harry/Marcel. Harry has regrets after they trashed the office.

You looking like that by rivers_bend. College AU. Harry/Marcel. Harry and Marcel meet at university. I loved it so much I made a podfic of it. And there’s a sequel!

Harry/Dylan O'Brien (Teen Wolf RPF crossover)
How Do You Think It Goes by makesomelove. Dylan’s a fan. So’s Harry. This hilarious and charming fic is how I fell down the rabbit hole. So great I made a podfic of it!

fic playlist → these inconvenient fireworks (listen here)

a fic mix for a story in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one another eventually anyway.


♡ note ♡ 
this was made in collab with shelby (thekillouers). we are not the authors of the fic!!! we just love it a lot ha x

01. A Drop In The Ocean // Ron Pope 02. Perfect Two // Auburn 03. Fix You // Coldplay 04. Beside You // Marianas Trench 05. Wake Me Up // Ed Sheeran 06. Better Together // Fifth Harmony 07. Can’t Help Falling In Love // Twenty One Pilots 08. Come Back Home // Two Door Cinema Club 09. fallingforyou // The 1975 10. Turning Pages // Sleeping At Last 11. Oblivion // Bastille 12. Always // Panic! At The Disco 13. Howlin For You // The Black Keys  14. All I Want // Kodaline 15. All About Us // He Is We 16. Til Kingdom Come // Coldplay 17. Shiver Shiver // Walk The Moon 18. Don’t Let Me Go // Harry Styles 19. All Things All At Once // Tired Pony 20. Strong // One Direction

domestic monsters - g_uttertrash (69k) Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren’t exactly what they seem

spark a new flame - mentalistecbm (6k) Louis is nineteen, Harry is twenty-one, and it’s not all that hard to figure out what happens when they both go clubbing.

+The Dead of July - whimsicule (117k) Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

you’ll be mine and i’ll be yours (everything has changed) - godgavemelou (6k) an AU set in the backwoods of Tennessee where Louis can’t seem to find a pair of shoes and Harry is new to town.

walk my days on a wire - sunshiner (38k) when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

long way from the playground - ariadne_odair (14k) Louis should really get over being in love with her best friend. Harry doesn’t help by acting less than platonic. Liam is Liam and Niall is the best wing woman ever.

+Sail Across Me - iwillpaintasongforlou (21k) Harry is a prince that is about to be forced into marriage against his will and running away to sea seems like a much better option. Louis is the captain of the infamous pirate ship The Rogue and he has a thing for helping defenseless creatures. Especially when they’re as pretty as this one.

Tangled Up In Blue - roughvoiced (19k) au; Louis finds it difficult to jump. Harry helps him.

+Midnight Dancers - hazmesentir (107k) Nearly a year after One Direction ends, Louis finds himself with a choice to make: go back and fix the mistakes of the past, or take a risk on something new?A tale of three men, two love stories…and two endings.

Wake With The Morning Sunlight - sweetly_disposed (6k) Cinderella AU.

+Under the lights tonight - Paynegerous (20k) Harry’s an A-list supermodel, Louis’s his make-up artist boyfriend. They’re something of a dream team.

+Sparks - shipsdrifting (10k) A WALL-E AU.

slam, slam, oh hot damn (what part of poetry don’t you understand?) - interruptingsloth (22k) Louis hates poetry, but she is also a bit in love with Hot Poet Harry Styles. So when Louis tries to impress her by accidentally agreeing to write a poem and perform at an upcoming open mic night, what could possibly go wrong?(Answer: Quite a lot, actually.)Also featuring Zayn as a stage-shy slam poet, Niall as everyone’s favourite Marxist bartender, and Liam as a surprisingly helpful partner in rhyme.

A Match Made in Aisle Three (Everybody Cut Footloose) - kikikryslee (16k) The one where Louis is a drama student/cashier who assists Harry in buying a bottle of lube, and is also the only guy that frat boy Harry has trouble talking to.Also featuring Sophia as stubborn matchmaker and Liam as accidental wingman.

Smoke and Mirrors - colazitron (38k) Louis and Harry meet on a night out and find they can help each other out by pretending to be a couple. It just might get Louis’ mum off his back and Harry’s maybe-ex to want him back. Simple plan, right? Wrong.

last star left in heaven - songofsnow (23k) The world may be ending, but maybe that’s all the more reason to find something warm and alive and wonderful and cling to it for all that you’re worth.

+I Would Bleed the Colors of the Evening Stars - peanutbutterapple (21k) Fake dating AU in which Louis needs a fake boyfriend and Harry wants to know why he doesn’t choose him.

"Boxed Up, Broke Free." - Smutty Zayn Malik One Shot

     The music box was a matte lilac, so pale it looked almost white. But the light cascading across the room, weeping through the blinds, gave it a pearlescent glow. And the color was true.

Your fingers were cold as they bent, unclipping the silver lock on the trinket. You freeze.

Tipping the box over and keeping the top closed, you grip the dial and wordlessly crank it all the way. The skin around your lips felt unused and lonely. 

    Upright and opened up, it sang. Aerial piano dancing around the rotating ballerina in the center. She was painted to look just like you did when you were seven. Small bun atop your head and cheeks painted with halos of pink. Arms raised above her tiny head as if she practiced it a thousand times. Not afraid to fall, but didn’t fall often. Didn’t have any reason to be afraid…

The music is so delicate, so beautiful. To your ears, it was begging to be fractured. Just a slip away from the other side of the line. The line that would grow instantly to a wild jungle. Fruitful trees with drenched leaves and wild beasts. Separating what was safe and what you were running from by miles. 

    “You’re such a sweet pea when you’re having those deep thoughts,” and that’s Zayn. 

You didn’t realize how low your head was hanging until you lift it. Lift your face and feel the smile crack the once still features. The warmth from your lips runs throughout millions of channels underneath your skin, not blanketing but fixing.

    Every time he spoke to you, you were fixed. It didn’t seem possible at first but he was the piece of you that you couldn’t take without knowing you were the same to him. 

He is quiet, always letting what will happen play out before he takes another step. Zayn was still, not rushed or pressed for something. Needing only what he did in fact need. He once wrote down in pen that you were at the top of that list. 

“Hi baby,” you whisper with that smile still spreading. Now flowing and pumping new, healthier blood within you, a successful business operating where you live inside. 

You turn in the chair to see him. He is standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his hands holding each other at his lower abdomen. Fingers slowly spinning their rings, looking straight towards you. The flavor of the air around him is mint, the silence welcomed to your chest as a promise that it was all okay. All still okay. 

Your vision rolls like a marble from a table top and across the dark wood flooring, on and on until you’re met with the sight of Zayn’s shoes. His black boots up to his black skinny jeans, wrapping tightly around his svelte legs. Your eyes follow the trail of his lower half up to his dark, very subtle green dress shirt. Long sleeves and high neckline, buttoned up all the way. You knew the cashmere was scented of Dolce & Gabbana. The skin around your earlobes did as well.

    And it’s the cooled, gentle vibration of Zayn’s voice that gathers the sightline up to his face. A spun luxury of gazing at his jawline, stubble across the silky smooth flesh there. His whisper pink lips, the curved bow resting on the pillow of the bottom. They moved to form his words and you lock your eyes with his. And the thick, long, raven colored lashes seem to wave to you before the dark cinnamon eyes light up your entire body. The spines of all the dusty books you let sit were broken and snapped a satisfying hiss, no longer doomed to sitting here and just thinking. Zayn laid his eyes on you…and you knew you had overthought it all a bit, hand’t you?

    What happened, happened. Your childhood a laundry list of unsavory memories. But he was your present, and your promise that tomorrow would happen too…no matter what. 

    And that had to be okay. It was.

  And what he had said was,  

    “You look like you’ve been thinking of it all, my love.” Zayn’s voice isn’t sad or disappointed. Never disappointed in you. When he found you, broken and dreaming in colors that only meant darkness, he scooped you up with no second thoughts. 

The lump in your throat creeps up like the nasty little phantom you knew all to well. Nodding and worrying your lips in, you turn to point all of you at him. A feeble attempt to find the solace your boyfriend gave you. But with Zayn, it’s less than a second and he is kneeling at you feet, pressing his fingertips against them. Soothing the pattering  of the muscles that you wished you could just stop.

You dreamed to be still and ready. Ready…

“My warrior, this will never ruin you,” he says clear as if to scare the monsters back under the mattress. Swiping the cobwebs off the beams of your home and out the windows. 

“I…I know, god you’ve had to tell me this a thousand times, I should know by now…” You blink and two tears jut past your eyelids. The ink bleeding out of the pen, getting on your hard work. Not everywhere but enough to make you think you had to start over. 

Zayn’s hands leave your bare feet and cup your cheeks, thumbs stroking the blush. A heat of embarrassment and anger underneath you. Anger at yourself. 

“You’re sad right now, that’s not tainted a thing, oh gorgeous, you know you’re doing amazing…” Zayn breathes and gets closer, a lock of black hair falling over one eye. Both closed. His forehead is leaned against yours, fingernails now running a calm across your scalp. His touch a nourishing safety and injection of power. 

“Your family let their angel go when they said goodbye, I found my angel at that bus stop. You found me…you found me and made me whole, my angel,” he says, face pointed to your ear and hand rubbing slow circles at the base of your head. 

“I, it just hit me hard today for some reason,” you sigh, the air coming up from you is vulnerable. Your lips are wet from the tears, against his shaven sides. The small fuzzy hairs and his skin so so soft. So fresh and so familiar. Him.

“Just be.”

Zayn mutters the words so close to your lips, the cadence of his breathing teaching yours how to be. 

“Just…be…” You repeat into Zayn’s hair and nod. He smiles, you can sense it angled just below your nose. 

“That’s my girl." 

You’re fragile, fixed and fixed again and exhausted a lot. The anxiety can be too much but since Zayn, the memories of the falling out with mom and dad and brother weren’t so big and could be passed. Could be walked around without squishing your body to the wall, hardly breathing. 

You were okay, and ready.


    “Right mother fucker, so tell me then, where’s my big reward?” Harry giggled, red in the face from laughing so hard, arms crossed over his chest as he sat on the kitchen stool. 

"What were you thinking? I was gonna give you something for helping me move in? That’s what lads should do for their mates!”

"Are you fucking kidding?!” Harry counters, throwing his hands up, slapping them down onto his thighs.

“Should be compelled to come to my doorstep and offer your assistance!” Niall continues on, beer bottle moving with his wild gestures.

Harry’s eyes get a wild look as they get wider.

“Oh for goodness sake!”

“Hey, ya Niall? Can I please please please drag your heavy as dicks sofa around and wrap up your lamp?” Niall is trying for the tone of Harry’s deep voice, hand on hip and on the verge of hysterics. His cheeks are rosier than Harry’s. 


“Awwww c’mon Harold! You know I’m right fuckin’ you up the arse, right? You’ll get your money,” Niall chuckles and is met with a swipe of the calf from Harry’s worn leather boot. 

    “Rowdy boys, we’re quiet in my kitchen, I’ll have you know…” you announce as you walk into the room and plop down next to Harry. 

“Heeey lovey,” they both greet in unison, smiles taking up their whole faces.

Zayn’s footsteps sound from the staircase and he’s walking in after you, cleaning his glasses. His eyes are on you as you swing your legs from side to side, occasionally knocking Harry in the knee.

“And hello Mr. Professor! Where’s my assignment?” Niall teases with flecks of mischief in his blue eyes. 

Zayn grants him a mildly amused smile and shakes his head. “Just shut up,” he replies and sets his glasses down next to your hand. You bite your lip and put them on, smiling big at your man. He’s very blurry but you can tell he’s smiling. Can always tell.

“You’re so pretty,” you giggle to him and trace a heart over his tattooed hand. Now he really gives a laugh, a real one to his girl, and bops your nose. 

“How can you tell love? I’m all blurry to you.”

“Well, yeah…but you’re a beautiful blur,” you coo and wrap your arms around his waist. Harry and Niall are rolling their eyes. You don’t need your vision to know that for sure. 

    “How poetic of you, I’d give you an A, I would,” Zayn whispers into your ear and nips at it, all breath leaving your lungs for a split second. 

“I’m glad…” you mumble back. Your boyfriend was a high school English teacher, only started the job two years ago.

“Ooookaaay! Enough of that,” Harry drawls with good natured annoyance in his tone. Neither Harry or Niall minded the affection being shown, but you knew it was Saturday, the night approaching. And that meant one thing only for these mid-twenties lads. 

Going out. 

"Where we going yeah? There’s this new place downtown called like, Fetish or summat, wanna see what that’s about.”

“No Niall, we are not going to a sex club, no.” Harry is scoffing and dodging a coaster simultaneously. 

“Well you come up with something then, curly headed twat,” Niall is totally smiling as he chews the chips, tossing loving glances his best friend’s way.

    “Well, how about Baby Jane’s?” you suggest, fingers squeezing Zayn’s tighter. Knowing his skin is pulled with more pressure as yours is too makes the light in your stomach go brighter. Niall and Harry turn to look at you, Zayn’s eyes already there.

“Where’s that?” Harry questions, clearly intrigued. Niall nods to know more.

“Well, it’s um…it’s this….burlesque club by the water…overlooks the bridge,” you are hesitant and a little sheepish to be suggesting a burlesque club. Zayn is nuzzling into your neck and humming. All embarrassment is lost.

Harry and Niall have eyes wide as cherry pies, mouths hanging open.

“Hell…yes!” Niall cheers around more chips as Harry bites his lip, smiling gratefully at your idea. 

“Genius, y/n….just brilliant.”

“Well yeah, thanks…” you say and feel Zayn’s jaw line up with yours at an opposite angle, fitting like a puzzle piece. His whisper almost knocks you off the stool and into the bowl of fruit. 

“You’ll look so beautiful under crimson light my dear…I can’t wait.”


The sky is a navy sapphire, freckled by errant stars twinkling above your heads. The bay is wafting sea air to your noses and glazing over the exposed skin. The bridge stands tall and statuesque, lined with red and blue orbs of light to the peaks. The colors drip and ice skate across the ocean’s surface, moving only slightly. Waves taking their time to the contrast of your rapidly beating heart.

    Your dress is a bitten red, dark and deep. The slit goes all the way up to the middle of your right thigh, the high neckline sweeping down to an exposed back. The silk of the train casts gently into the air as the sails of the ships explore the ocean. Zayn is in his crisp white and blue striped shirt, cutting down his waist and chest indulgently. The cuffs halting just at the top of his biceps, bathing his tattoos in the moonlight. All of his pitch black hair was combed to one side, facial hair freshly trimmed. 

    The building is made up of faded but kept up brick, ivy climbing the walls of the almost five story facade. Getting close and closer. The yellow fairy lights hugging along the arch leading into a courtyard. Niall and Harry are bouncing from anticipation, pushing each other and losing their shit every time the drop of the bass seeps from the club. 

The clanging of ship bells rings in the distance as the clacking of your heels and the boy’s boots melt. A firm tap into the asphalt and you’re guided, by Zayn, into the seductively lit front patio.

Seagulls called and waves crashed into the rocks. He pulled you into his side like rain water. Easy and natural, from the sky. 

It’s his hand and Harry’s palms that push open the silver and gold double doors.

    It’s huge, so huge. The ambiance is various spotlights of candy apple red and mermaid purples and greens. Dark wood floors with diagonal laid rugs of Renaissance embroidery all across. Two side stages with girls in fishnets and lace stockings, corsets and curly bobs or long tresses. Cleavage displayed with fat pearls and long sparkling beads. Some only with crystal laden nipple tassels, huge feather fans covering as more articles are flung off. Diamonds along their lashes and viciously sweet smiles on their pouted lips. Brushed on with scarlet and pink and black. 

    Several waitresses and waiters clad in lace and crystals floated around the main floor quickly, flirty giggles tumbling off their tongues. The main stage was lit aflame by a sunset orange, lined with slowly grinding dancers. They were all spinning and twisting surreptitiously around a singer. The woman’s hair is a platinum blonde a-line hairdo, lips getting very friendly with the retro microphone. A large sign above is the focal point of the whole place. A smiling blonde much like the singer is painted with long legs exposed. She’s in baby blue shorts and matching blazer with nothing underneath. The woman salutes you all, other hand on hip, winking with a simpering provocateur. 

It’s all so much and so dazzling. A fantasy seen in old movies and on Broadway’s stage, come to life. Bursting at the seems with the expensive musk on the mens’ collars and blush sweating from the girls’ sparkling skin. The air chilled like a popsicle, syrupy sweet and dripping with a taste you’d think to save for dessert. 

    “Oh….my….fucking god.” Niall sounds close to orgasm, fingers inching further and further up into the air. His eyes can’t seem to decide on where they want to land. A girl whose just hopped off the right stage breezes past, cleavage glittering, lashes winking at Niall. And he’s gone.

“See ya later Ni! Jesus…no shame, that boy…” Harry shakes his head, tongue poking into his cheek. You laugh shakily, amazed but still nervous. Your hands wrap around Zayn’s firm back, gripping the smooth fabric. The warmth radiates off his skin through it, all of the promise of safety that you need. He leans into the touch immediately and smiles down at you. Tucks a strand of your hair back into place. His fingers hold your chin as if you’re a porcelain doll. Grips harder as his pupils feed the chocolate surrounding them, he knows you won’t break. You never have…

    “You look so gorgeous, it makes my heart beat harder every time I look…” Zayn’s voice doesn’t have to compete with the live horns and strings behind the singer. His sentiments are more than that. Your life blood. 

“You are the most handsome man in the world…my man,” You sink your teeth into your lip, eyes dragging over his cheekbones and electric lips. Your bodies lined up right in the center of this club become the target practice for the sizzle of the lightbulbs above. Fizzles of sugar sprinkling off the edges of martini glasses blended with the crying secrets of the violins. The staccato notes of the piano encourages the beat of your heart to travel up your throat, along the line of your jaw and across to Zayn’s. Sharing the sensation of being conducted with the orchestra. 

“Drinks…we need drinks,” Harry sounds somewhere in the background, charming green eyes pulling a bubbly looking red head to you three. You think you see Niall’s blonde head bouncing up and down with a blue locked dancer in the crowd. You think…

Harry hands you a frosty glass of something blue, a cherry stabbed and lounged above. Zayn gets something pink, Harry opting for the scotch. 

“Let’s toast,” Zayn announces. All your glasses clink cheerily and you sip again. So sweet.

“To y/n, for taking us here and making the night perfect,” Harry says beaming.

You just tuck your head down and giggle gratefully. Zayn’s mouth is nibbling on your ear the next second, wet and tingling of the candied liquor. 

“Yes sweet pea, here’s to you…”


Harry was quite tipsy, as were you. Zayn was too as a matter of fact, but that’s what happened when the waitresses were so kind and so stocked up with the sweetest martinis you’d ever drank down in your life.

 The second floor was dark purple, the walls covered in light reflected stars. That’s where Harry leaned into you close and whispered how excellent your choice in clubs was. Where you smiled and patted his head, giving your return in thanks. Where he cheered when he won a game of roulette and high fived you, lacing the fingers and holding a tad longer than you expected. 

    But Harry was Zayn’s best friend and he would never do anything inappropriate. You knew that, it was just…you felt Zayn’s eyes and touch get heavier, more antsy. A stalk in his walk, a venom laced protectiveness. 

  You carefully, somewhat leaning on your boyfriend’s shoulder, made it up to the third floor. That was really something beautiful…the whole circular shape pinks and reds and hearts. 

    Real looking and smelling lilies and orange roses hung from the ceiling, clinged to the walls and under the glass floor. The midnight sky slept soundly, seen out the balcony. The terrace was framed by a large heart shaped arch, crimson mosaics and blue mirrors. 

“It’s like a dream in here,” you mutter with both hands now grabbing at Zayn. The temperature of his shirt less and less cool as the night progressed and the drinks sprinted the marathon harder. Harry rounded behind you clumsily, clutching at your waist to steady himself. 

“Ope!” He giggled, struggling to keep composure. Failing altogether when he knocked his head into Zayn’s shoulder and finally found a safe way to lean against the wall. 

“Well ello, lovebirds…” He slurred with a flip of his hair and a press of his chewed pink lips. Zayn’s grip on your waist felt much tighter. Your body craved more of it instantly.

“Hi Harry,” you said with distraction in your voice, eyes only seeing bouquets and hearts and Zayn. Sparkling stars and cocktails and Zayn. Felt only Zayn and his hardness pressing into the side of your hip. Wanted, no, needed the thickness and heaviness of him between your thighs. Rubbing. Lifting, growing. Sinking in.

“Zayn…” You know your voice comes out as a pant, feel the winded tightness in your chest. A good, beautiful tightness.

He stares back at you with every intention to give you what you need set in those rich, glazed amber eyes. Your world doesn’t include other people than him. Doesn’t exist with the clinking of glasses and fluffy echoes of other peoples’ voices. Your world is only the scent of Zayn’s skin. The ink of his tattoos playing a ballad that is speeding up and up and oh fuck, you were gasping for this world with only Zayn. Your world is only the weight of Zayn’s cock rested on your bare, sweating thigh. 

And the look in Zayn’s eyes sings a moan straight into your face and down your throat, and it is dangerous. An anger paints his features as he snakes his grip up to your elbow and tugs. Your bodies pour like the alcohol into glass throughout the club and underneath a big red heart. 

You can just make out his voice amongst the buffed, distorted strings and bass. The laughter and trills of the singer’s vocals. The door is swung open and you do hear it, you do. You almost do not.

But you do.

“You’ll feel that you’re mine baby girl. You’ll feel it all.”


Zayn slams the door shut, a second later it’s the lock being twisted. A click to the privacy and the virtue of your thigh invaded by his rough, hungry palm. The slickness of your heat throbs, clenching for something to be inside. Zayn’s lips are on yours next, nothing calculated in both tongues but desire. Desperation. Hips in your hands as you shuck the hem of his shirt up harshly. Needed those hipbones bare and under your fingertips. Zayn lets out a throaty, wet groan and surges forward, plunging his strong tongue into your mouth. His taste mixes sweeter than the concocted sugar in the drinks. Swirls with the strawberry of your lipstick more raw than the diamonds tied to the women’s necks. 

    “Holy shit,” You hear yourself sputter out as his hands effortlessly lift you up the back of the door by your thighs. The top of your dress is pulled off, your arms jerking hurriedly out of the straps to help. Zayn’s growl more than implies his plans to rip whatever fabric gets in his way. As the breath in your lungs trembles his hold flows to your waist and uses the center of his stomach and chest keep you up along with his arms. 

    “Some think they can act like your theirs…” Zayn speaks against the hollow of your throat, the dew of sweat hotter with his tongue. So fucking wet…

“People think they can touch my baby doll and some sick part of them…might think…for one second…”

His fingers thud under your ass, the right hand dragging it’s nails all along. The fullness of your left ass scraped deliciously with candy coral lines. Marks from your predator and safe keeping. The brunt of his manhood is straining against the black pants and right up at your inner thigh. His nose is pressed hard into the little shelter shadowed by your ear. Sharp teeth chilly and biting down. Staying and popping right fucking off with the shove aside of your panties. Soaked. His fingers there. 

“Papi!” You gasp and throw your head back into the door, a bang and a rush of ecstasy as gritty as sand between your toes. Under the bridge and saturated with moisture and sea air, as it falls from your digits and back where it came from. Your man has you, and fuck does he have you so good.

“That you are…But the thing is, sweet pea…”

His lips return to yours and catch the moans and squeals, the star MVP in this world series game. Fuck yeah, you’d fuck him in the glint of that trophy. 

“You’re mine, and you’ve got me all wrapped up in you,”

Zayn’s fingers dig into their meal, pads of the tips dipped into the drenched arousal of your lips. Index sinking deep…deep, a trill of your tongue. A chirped roll between your teeth as he fucks it to the hilt and back out, back in. Back out. Adds his middle finger and kneads your clit with his thumb. Your tears well up fast and the whimper is absolutely coddled with spit. “Oh fuck!”

“And you’d never be without Papi ey baby girl? So I need my sweet pea, need her so bad…” The violins and piano floods the third floor and into every crevice of the structure. A wall and bricks and beams dusted regularly of their own cobwebs. Your own cleaned and taken care of by Zayn. Keeping the bad guys away and the pretty, pretty music with you. 

“Need you too Papi, so fucking bad, only you. Always, fuck, only you.”

His movements are graceful but powerful, his legs braced just as strong as his hands on your writhing legs and dripping pussy. 

The precision like a dancer, perhaps much like you with your bun and ballet slippers. Seventeen and no longer fearing the floor meeting to tops of your toes. 

Twenty-two now and chest heaving, halos of pink more oval and revived to be that much more beautiful. And truthful. 

    Zayn spins you around and your sat firmly onto the bathroom counter. Legs spread so wide to the trained stretch, going beyond teaching.

The porcelain of the sink less breakable than the little doll in that music box. A good place to fuck. Zayn’s kisses trail from your lips to your jaw to your ear. Three fingers deep inside of you, a cocked gun and a loaded arsenal right between both of your legs. 

    You wanted to feel the gritty gun powder as you chewed down on your lip. Clamped down on his shoulder and grinded on his fingers. Zayn gasped when the heel of your hand pressed down hard onto the bugle in his pants. He cast his swimming glance to you and his grin went crooked, eyes almost closed. He licked his lips slow. 

“Want this cock don’t you? Need your cock baby girl? Your cock that makes you feel so good…”

“Ah, fuck yes Papi,” you hiss through barred teeth, eyes trained down at the twitching mass beneath his pants. He needed every bit just as bad. 

“Want that too,” Zayn whisper groans while rubbing your clit and sliding those fingers out. The emptiness clangs like the coins thrown into the tip jar at the bar. More more more… 

“Give it to me Papi, give it to your sweet pea.”


Zayn’s cock is so satisfyingly heavy in your hands, long and thick, the vein on the underside of what’s yours a cut throat reminder that this shit cannot be duplicated. You pump him hard and fast then slow and tight. The aggressive shake of your fist has you hitting your thighs, jiggling the flesh. His eyes roll to the back of his head, nostrils flaring. The drag of your thumb across his firm tip has Zayn blurting out precum onto your knuckles. 

“Need to be inside you, y/n…fuck…please,” and Zayn’s cheeks are so red. Teeth marks embedded in his bottom lip. 

The sink inside. The whip in the hands of the girls on those stages. 

“It’s fuckin’ so sick babe, your pussy is, fuck…”

“Sick as fuck huh Mr. Malik?” you cock your head to the side and pop down that red bottom lip. Smile. 

He smiles back and it’s all love. The head of his dick hitting the pit of your stomach. Feeling him so deep, fuck yeah he makes himself at home where you can get your nutrition and it’s healthy as hell.

As far as he can go he’ll go, hard and banging against that mirror. Your body shaking as his hands keeps you from spiraling to the sun. Rays hot and unstable as the speakers by the main stage. The flickers in your chests and the electricity of the neon signs hanging low and everywhere.

Quotation marks of his fingerprints on your bouncing tits. Nipples darkened and pebbled with the pull of his teeth when Zayn lowers his mouth there. He looks up into your eyes and speaks with your breast worked in his jaw muscles. The guard to your heart the skin that’s inside of him. 

    “Dirty for daddy?”

“So filthy daddy,” You squeak back and clench those calves to the brink of a cramp. It’s all lit up and sweat drenched. The pearlescent glow more urgent and adding to your ego. You can’t be dragged down fuck no. Zayn is circling his hips, pants around his ankles and locked his gaze right with yours. 

He lifts you up and as you hover above the rose quartz counters and heart shaped soaps; he fucks back in and out. To that wet, wet heat and he never looks away from your face. Your eyes are stitched into his like the pale pink frills to the music box. 

    Cover up my dreams. Mom, dad, brother. Left me behind and this boy wanted all of me.

“Mmm…oh daddy, I’m…I-”

Zayn’s free hand strokes the hair he watched you curl in the doorway before you left for the club. He watched you in the doorway mull over the painful memories. He’s watching you now, unravelling in the most perfect way. 

“Sweet pea, cum for me okay? Come find me…” he says, eyes so full of music not played to train your ears but to be taken by your soul and cared for. You took the rub of his cock deeper and deeper until every single meaning of who and what you were was made up of babe! babe! baby!

Winding up the music box all the fucking way and letting go, your ears were flooded with dewy, padded piano and welcoming, sunshine violins. Zayn moaned as the bow that hailed across the strings. Your squeal a whistle to the jaunt of the drums. 

    You came seeing the stenciled hearts lit up like spotlights over emerald corsets. The girls flashing the crowd with a pinky to the side of their lips and your scream a crash of the cymbals. 

Zayn is right with you, gasping for air in the bed of your collarbone. You clench and suck him in, milking him dry of every last drop he has to give. He’s yours. You’re his. 

You two try to reclaim your breath and the hurt isn’t in that part of your brain anymore. Not there and isn’t ever supposed to be again. 

The girl in the slippers and top bun wasn’t theirs at all anymore. Zayn’s kept promises to love and stay never wavered or proven wrong. The girl grown up enough to be scarred but never ruined resting on this counter. Your legs swung airily around Zayn’s body, one hand at the base of his spine, other in his hair. 

“You’ve done it.” Zayn knows. Can always tell when the steady thump of your heart has slowed to show a calm and speed up to reveal the breakthrough. 

“I….I have,” you croak out, voice scratched and so meant to be. Zayn inhaled a proud, emotional breath and leaned his neck back to look into your eyes.

His hands cup your cheeks and the tears that fall are washing away the chains that bonded the memories and their pain with everything you loved about yourself. Corroding the metal, an acidic means to a melting end. Free.

You’re in Zayn’s eyes as he is in yours. 

The top is shut. 

The music stops.

“I’ve done it.”

You’re free.


“You’re gonna love somebody someday Zayn,” Yaser smiled as he cleaned up the toys off the carpet. Zayn peeked up from his toy train and uncrossed his legs, dressed in his ducky pajamas. It was the eve of his fifth birthday.

“Yeah dad!” He giggled excitedly and pressed his lips in concentration at his train. Yaser kneeled down and brushed back his son’s hair.

“What do think love is, my sunshine?” he asked. Zayn looked back up at his father and took a moment to think about that…

“Love….is when…um…” he was interrupted by a hiccup. Yaser chuckles.

“It’s when you help them through good and…bad. No matter…no matter what daddy…” Zayn managed through a gummy smile and a blush. 

Yaser gazed down at his son and nodded after a few seconds. Pride bloomed in his chest. 

“That’s right my sunshine…that’s right.”

Yaser kissed Zayn’s head and walked to the kitchen.

“I love you daddy!” Zayn called from the living room over the running water in the sink. 

“I love you too, my duckling!”

Yaser dried the dishes later that night as Zayn yawned over his stuffed dog. He heard the mumbling as he carried him up to his bed. Into his father’s shoulder and so quiet. 

“Love….” Zayn whispered.

Zayn Malik loved somebody. His father and mother and sisters. He grew up and fell in love with you.

You grew up and fell and broke and met Zayn. You fell in love with him too. 

You did it. 


Exams are nearly finished (only 2 orals left FUCK YEAH), time for great Larry with mostly side Ziam pairings, but sometimes Ziall or even Sophiam (sorry about sophiam…)

Nearly all of them are smutty, loads of fluff and angst, happy endings assured! These are some of my faves, I have read too much to be able to correctly classify them.


Baby Heaven’s in your eyes :  A sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

Frame of Hearts: The abandoned tree house was something to poke Louis’ curiosity. His secret is kept, until he finds someone else trespassing in  his  tree house.
or the au where louis is eight and he has tantrums all the time and runs away but one time he runs somewhere and finds a treehouse, then goes back to find harry, then they both share and grow up and fall in love.

Fading: Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

Young and Beautiful: 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.

Gods and Monsters: The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.

Just Me, You, And This Box of Matches: Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him. 

You Are The Blood: A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

Club Mad: Harry is kidnapped and soon finds out that he is the latest addition to a group of people forced to ‘entertain’ members of a secret organization simply called 'the club’.  It’s a struggle to survive and stay sane from one day to the next but there is one bright spot in this nightmare world, Harry has become the favorite of one of the club’s members.  Louis is that member who just might turn out to be Harry’s salvation. Happy ending guaranteed!

Touch: Harry’s shy and virginal with a past, new on the football team; Louis’ the (experienced) popular star of the team and Harry’s new mentor.

Butterfly Gun:  Harry has never been much of a fighter, but—as always—where Louis Tomlinson is concerned, a lot of things stop being true. 1940’s AU. Even after six years apart, they can’t forget their shared wartime childhood.

Allies in Heaven, Comrades in Hell: A Catholic school!AU where Louis is finishing sixth form and will definitely be famous someday if Harry has something to say about it, Liam is the racist homophobe that Zayn is dreadfully in love with, and Niall teaches guitar. ~ “Louis remembers it from a few weeks before - Harry had told him that when he loves someone, he loves with every ounce of his being, and it often hurts to feel it. Louis hadn’t really understood what he’d meant until now.”

Wear it Like a Crown: AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis’ teenage fantasies.

Burning Away From Inside: They’re a little too dysfunctional to be considered superheroes, but they do their best.

Escapade: 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.

The King and I: Louis -better known as The Rogue- is the legendary King of the Thieves of London, the underground network of criminals who run the city. Zayn is his second in command, Niall is an Irish fugitive with ultra high-tech hacking skills, and Liam is a dirty cop who lets Rogue and his crew get away with just about anything. Harry is Britain’s absolute worst criminal and a professional scapegoat who flees Cheshire in search of good treatment, and just might find it under the wing of London’s regal mastermind.

The Dreams That You Wish: 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.

anonymous asked:

I feel like Zayn’s album got so hyped and it was supposed to be the biggest album of the year but all it gave people was a false sense of maturity. Nothing too too deep but there was some fun party songs and some sex songs. Harry’s album was mature sonically and lyrically. Not in the sex/drugs/party vibes. I feel like both Liam and Louis will go down that route. They want to brand themselves as adult so they do that by swearing and making club tracks.

i honestly love mind of mine like i cant even lie i think its great. but i think a big part of being timeless and successful ultimately counts on the personality and character of the performer behind it and zayn really fucked up his chances and rep where harry just hasnt done that at all. mom and harrys album are very different in terms of style but i think they are both rly great collections of music and its just a shame that zayn committed character assassination. i think theres still time for louis and liam 2 establish themselves but i cant lie i think most of their stuff is going to be relatively bland and radio friendly and v of the time in a way that harrys isnt