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FAVORITE HL FICS - YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL (227k) by @mizzwilde (velvetoscar)

“The moon knows,” is what he says, breath colored in liquor and a smile.

Louis stares at him.

“What are you talking about?”

Another manic grin from Harry, and then he pulls him in again, his hand travelling to the side of Louis’ face, cradling his cheek.

“The moon knows that we’re in love.”

And Louis pauses at that, his entire body and physical processes pause, because Harry has never said he loves Louis. He’s implied it, his eyes have whispered it, but he’s never said it and…did he just, sort of, maybe say it?

“Wha—“ he begins, dizzy, his veins filling, but Harry steps even closer, continues to whisper even lower.

“I’m in love with you, Louis Tomlinson,” Harry says, curls the words in Louis’ ear, and when Louis pulls back to look at him, his gaze is dazed and soft, grinning with freedom and the recklessness of inebriation. Fond. “And this belongs to you,” he continues in his low, rumbling volume as he places Louis’ hand over his heart and presses it there, holds it there with his cool fingers clasped around Louis’ wrist. “It’s yours, and yours to keep, and nobody deserves to know because nobody else matters.” Louis thinks he might die, standing here with the perspiration layering his skin like a delicate film, the gaze of the heavens alighting his limbs as he feels the beat of Harry’s thumping heart beneath his fingers.

Monthly Fic Rec February (x)

Or a Valentine’s Day story where Harry has a really fit neighbour, and his cat is a thief. 

A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets. 

Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him. 

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“Can I have this dance?” Harry said, and Louis thought of laughing, thought of telling him he didn’t need to cook for them, or buy him flowers and put on his favourite songs throughout the whole night just to impress him. He thought of shaking his head and telling him that he was being so ridicolous.
But he did none of those things.
Instead he let Harry take him in his arms, let him guide his body slowly around the dark room resting his head on the crook of Harry’s shoulder.
“I love you” he whispered, wishing it’d be loud enough.
For a moment the night seemed so real Louis thought he could not exist out of it, he was a part of that mantle of stars, shining so bright and quietly between Harry’s arms.
“I love you too. I love you more than anything”