Recently Read Fic Recs - 9/24/17
If you know of any good new fics, feel free to send them to me! I’m always looking for new fics to read :)
1. Chasing Empty Spaces by Lis (79k, E)
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.
2. Turning Page by Anonymous (67k, M)
“What’s your name?”
“Harry.” He draws the word out slowly, hesitantly - like he’s not sure about it. The guy knots his hands behind his back. “Harry Twist.”
“Right,” Niall says, eyes lingering suspiciously on Harry before looking back to Louis. “You wanna buy Harry a drink?”
Louis lets his eyes drip back to Harry, to his wide eyes and the way his shoulders curve down. He really is pretty – Louis will be the first one to admit it and the last one to ever say it out loud. Louis almost smirks and his lips twitch as he tilts his head, “Not particularly, no.”
AU: Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been. Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.
3. A Few Very Good Mistakes by louisandthealien (12k, NR)
He almost wishes there were a better story.
“Fucked up pop star ends five day bender by wandering into a dive bar alone and passing out in public.”
That would’ve generated press, he thinks, and if there’s one thing that’s constantly on his mind (or more accurately, on the mind of everyone else around him) it’s that all press is good press, and good press is good press but bad press is great press.
Besides, he’s 25 and trying to do the whole transition from boyband to solo pop star. He’s pretty sure a press-fueled meltdown is, like, a right of passage.
The truth, alas, is a whole lot more boring.
Louis falls asleep in Harry’s bar. Harry takes him home to hang out.
4. A Million One, A Million Two (a Hundred More Will Never Do) by LittleLostPieces (42k, E)
While Harry doesn’t want to spend his final year at Wilshire Academy sharing his space with yet another idiot roommate, he figures he could have ended up with a lot worse than Niall. As the school’s newest scholarship student, Niall provides a fresh perspective on Harry’s privileged life, as well as a grounding presence when Harry’s other friends, Liam and Zayn, are acting like lunatics. Most importantly, though, Niall introduces him to Louis, a cynical townie with zero interest in spending his time around entitled boarding school kids. Convincing Louis that he’s more than a trust fund and a charming smile won’t be easy, but Harry’s never been one to back down from a challenge.
An AU loosely inspired by the short-lived WB drama, Young Americans, and the Gotta Be You music video.
5. One-Two-Three What Are We Fighting For by taggiecb (25k, E)
“Do you know why these people are protesting this man’s funeral?” Louis continues, letting his frustration out on this motionless creature in front of him. “Because of who he loved. But I am the bad guy because I am trying to protect those people in there from these people out here. I am the bad guy because I am standing in leather pants and drive a motorbike, and those pricks are ‘Christians’.” He raises his fingers to quote.
The sudden motion makes the man flinch, just slightly. No one would notice if they weren’t staring so intently as Louis is now. Louis notices though, and he takes some sort of satisfaction that he got even a slight rise from the man.
“We aren’t the bad guys here. And yet who would you be arresting if something went down right now? You know the answer to that don’t you? Just moving my hand made you flinch. Those idiots are jumping around behind you, waving signs and God knows what else, and you aren’t so concerned with them. But one move of my hand, and you were ready to pull a weapon on me. Don’t deny it.”
6. Ricochets by Myinnerfangilr (1k, GA, MCD)
Harry used to love sitting on the single iron bench facing the water. He would roll the stones under his feet, looking for the flattest ones. Placing them on his lap, he would clean away the dirt, before offering them to Louis: “Four ricochets and you get a kiss.”
“Four ricochets and you marry me.”
“Do four ricochets, Louis, and I might finally give you an answer.”
A story of love and grief.