(this is basically won’t get to space if you haven’t got a rocket verse)
“I don’t care that it’s 2:00 am, we need pie.” Louis folded his arms and sat down in the middle of Liam’s living room floor. “Or a sausage roll. Oh my god, we need fucking steak bakes.” He tried to stand up. “Gotta get to Greggs.”
Liam put a hand on his shoulder, and gently shoved Louis down onto the sofa. “It’s two in the morning. Greggs is closed.”
“Don’t care,” Louis said. He’d had a lovely evening all by himself with a lovely bottle of tequila and some lovely lemons and some less lovely salt and now he was perfecting his best mutinous face because Liam wouldn’t let him go to Greggs for a steak bake. “Where’s Harry? Harry would let me go to Greggs.”
“Greggs is still closed,” Liam sat down next to him and tucked his hand into Louis’s. “I’m sorry you were all by yourself tonight.”
No one knew it, but I bet Scott saw it.
Scott, my alpha. Well, I’m not a werewolf, but I’m in his pack
though. When the assassins came, I helped them fight. Even though I’m
a human, I’m a very good fighter. Just like Kira, but with other
instruments. I saved Brett. He was about to get killed by an
assassin, when I killed him. I’ve never killed anyone before and I
knew Scott said we’re not killing anyone, but I had to. I had to save
Brett, even though he wasn’t in our pack. I couldn’t just let him die
while I was watching him. I told Scott afterwards, but he said he
didn’t care, he was glad I saved Brett. I knew Brett and Liam were
rivals, I also knew that they worked together to find Tracie’s
necklace. So I thought I could do some research myself. Well, some
Brett research. I don’t know why, but I fell in love with him.
Brett and I were sitting at the lake.
We’ve never kissed or anything, but he made my heart skip a lot of
beats. I’m sure he already heard that. “I had a dream about you last
night.” His beautiful voice said. “You did?” I smiled softly. He
had a dream about me. “Yes, you saved me, again.” My smile got even
bigger. “I’d do it again.” Now he started smiling too. “Really?”
I nodded, really fast. “Yes, I’d save you everytime I can.” He
giggled. It sounds cute and funny when someone so big and muscular
starts giggling. “You know,” I started. He looked at me with his
beautiful bright eyes. “Everyone thinks you’re a bad guy. Not like
you’re doing bad things or someting, but the attitude, you know?” He
nodded in agreement. “I know what you’re talking about.” He said.
“You don’t care about that?” He thought about it for a minute.
“Not really. You know I’m not really a bad guy, don’t you?” I
nodded. “I think you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” He
grinned. “Good, that’s all that matters.” This made me think. Why
is my opinion so important to him? “Why is my opinion so important
to you?” I asked him. Before he could answer my phone rang. “It’s
Scott.” Brett said. My phone laid on the grass next to Brett.
“Should I pick up?” Brett took my phone and looked at it. “You’ve
seven missed calls and fourteen texts, so yes I do think you should
pick up.” I called Scott back and waited for him to pick up the
“Scott?” I asked when I heard
something. “Hey, (y/n).” He said simply. “What’s wrong? Why did
you want to speak me so badly?” I started to get nervous. I bet
Brett smelled it because he wrapped his arm around my shoulder
softly. He’d never done something like that, but I couldn’t complain.
I liked it. “Yeah, we wanted to speak to you. Can you come to my
house?” My heart started racing. Those words could never mean
anything good. “What’s going on?” He immediatly heard I was nervous
in my voice. “Don’t worry. It won’t take long, just come to my
house, okay?” I made a sound that he took as an agreement, he hang
up the phone. “I’m scared.” I said. “Scott said there was nothing
to worry about, so don’t worry. You want me to give you a ride
there?” I smiled at Brett. He was so incredibly sweet. “Yes, thank
The drive to Scott’s house was nice.
Brett sensed that by every minute passing by, I started to worry even
more, even though he and Scott told me I shouldn’t do that. By
sensing that, Brett started to tell me stories about himself, about
school or about his pack. He tried to get my mind to think about
something else. He placed his hand on my knee. His hand was very
warm, and it felt nice against my cold body. “Maybe it’s not even
about me, maybe they just want to tell me something.” Brett nodded.
“There you go, let the worries go.” I sighed and nodded in
agreement. He was right. I don’t know why, but Scott could tell me a
hundred times not to worry and it wouldn’t help, Brett needed just
three times for me to believe him. “Thanks Brett.” I said, after a
long time of silence. His hand was still on my knee. “For what?” He
asked. “Everything, giving me a ride, trying to let me stop worry
about it, being my friend.” He parked the car in front of Scotts
house. “You’re welcome. I love being your friend. You want me to
wait here? Scott said it wouldn’t take long, right?” My heart
skipped a beat again. “That would be nice. I’ll be right back.” He
smiled at me and nodded before I left his car and walked towards the
When I walked in, everyone was already
there. And everyone was looking at me. “What’s going on?” I asked,
getting more nervous again. “We know you have secret meetings with
Brett.” Malia got straight to the point, like she always did. I
could deny it, but that wouldn’t be smart, they could hear my heart
and they’d know I am lying. “Okay..” I just said, wondering what
was coming next. “How?” I was curious. “I saw you texting him
about meeting him, last week.” Kira said. Great. “Is there a
problem?” I looked at Scott, when I said this. He looked at the
others. “Well, we don’t know if it would be smart to date someone
from another pack.” This took me by surprise. “We’re not dating.”
I wish we were. “No, but we can hear you like him. Everytime someone
says his name or when we see him, your heart starts doing weird
things.” Well great. Everyone, almost everyone could hear my heart.
That means that even Brett had heard it. Brett, Liam, Malia, Scott,
Derek and who knows if anyone else had heard it too? “Okay.” I
finally said. I couldn’t deny it and I didn’t know what else to say.
“Why would it be a problem?” I asked Scott. “He’s from another
pack, and what if our packs get into some fight or something? What if
he gets killed?” Lydia stood up from her place and walked towards
me. “Honey, do you remember when Isaac left?” Why is she talking
about my ex boyfriend? “You went of the rails, we don’t want that to
happen for you again.”
I felt extremely uncomfertable. Why
wouldn’t they just leave me alone? Why did I had to explain my
feelings towards them? “Okay, let me tell you guys something..” I
didn’t even care anymore that Brett was able to hear me outside. I am
just so mad at this point, that I wanted to prove them wrong. “When
Isaac left me, left us, I was in a very dark place. You guys know I
didn’t come out of my room for weeks, maybe month’s, I lost count,”
I walked away from Lydia. Not wanting to hurt her. “
And then the assassins came, I wanted
to fight with you there because I didn’t care if I got killed. I
didn’t care about myself anymore. I thought, maybe it’s better if I
get killed there, I would be relieved from the pain,” I shocked
everyone saying this, nobody knew this about me. “But I saw Brett’
was about to get killed. I know we discussed this and agreed with
everyone not to kill anyone. But Brett was losing and I saw no other
way out, so I killed the assassin, saving Brett. He was very thankful
so he came to the school, he waited there for me, he wanted to talk
to me. We had a very long talk and we became friends.” I had to take
a break to get a deep breath. “We were hiding this because we knew
this would happen.” I said finally. “Does Satomi knows about
this?” Scott asked me. I nodded. “Yes, she said she wants him to be
I took a deep breath, I was probally
gonna regret this later, but I was so angry that I didn’t care. “And
you know what? Brett is waiting outside for me in the car, because
you said this wouldn’t take long. But yes, I like him like Liam said,
but I don’t just like him, I love him. I am in love with him.”
I turned around and looked outside the
window. Brett was watching me, probably even listening. “Maybe you
guys don’t like him, but I do. He seems like a bad guy but to me he’s
so sweet and respectful, he’d never do anything I don’t want him to.
He took my out of my dark place, very gently. He is so nice, so
incredibly nice, we can laugh about everything but we can also have
very serious conversations. He can make me relax, you guys know how
worried I can be about everything.” Malia and Liam nodded, they
knew. “When I’m with him, I’m not scared anymore. I do care about
myself again, he’s the cure to my pain, He led me out of the dark. I
really do love him.” I finally ended. Everyone was smiling. I wasn’t
sure why. “What?” Scott walked towards me and gave me a friendly
hug. “We never knew he meant that much to you. We want you to be
happy as well.” I smiled at him. “We’re sorry, if he makes you so
happy you should be with him. Forget everything we said.” Even Liam
smiled, I was super surprised. “He probably doesn’t feel the same,
so I think-” Scott interupted me. “He does.” How would Scott know?
They’ve never talked about me with each other. “I can hear his
heart, I can hear his breathing and I can smell his love.” I looked
at the window again. Brett gave me the most beautiful smile I’ve ever
“Go get him, girl.” Lydia said, she
pushed me softly towards the door. I ran towards the door and smashed
it open. I saw Brett getting out of his car. I ran towards him and
jumbed, my arms wrapping around his neck and my legs wrapping around
his waist. He catched me like it was nothing. I placed my hands on
his cheeks. Without saying anything I pressed my lips against his and
kissed him with all the passion I had in my entire body. He didn’t
even doubt, he just kissed me back immediatly. I let go to catch a
breath, Brett was still holding me. Our heads leaning against each
other. “I love you so much, I can’t explain.” Brett said, looking
into my big, green eyes. “I love you to, I love you so so so much,
Brett.” And then, he kissed me again.
You felt sick. You felt like nothing in the world could make you feel better after you found out that you were transferring to Beacon Hills High School. They told you, “Everyone is scared of change!” But you are terrified. You spent the last few years living just outside San Francisco with the best foster family you’ve had in fifteen years. But now, you’re moving in with a mother with a senior daughter…and you’re terrified.
You stayed close to the caretaker as you walked up the front steps of a beautiful home. You took a step back, looking looking up at the house. The door opened and you snapped your attention to it. “Y/N, this is Natalie Martin and Lydia Martin. Ms. Martin. I’d like to inform you on her issues.” The caretaker said. They smiled at you. You looked at them. Both thin, like you. Lydia had strawberry blond hair while Natalie had more red in hers.
“I didn’t know she had any.” Natalie said.
“It’s very minor.” Natalie urged her to keep talking. “She has a hard time trusting men and boys. It’s just something of her past.”
“Was she abused?”
“No. Just hurt by a lot of boys growing up and a lot of fathers. I just thought I’d bring it up because sometimes she goes into full panic attack mode.” Natalie nodded as the caretaker left.
“Come in!” Natalie said. Lydia took your duffle bag from you, smiling. “We are so happy you’re here, Y/N. We have your bedroom ready and I cannot wait for you to see it!” You smiled.
“Come on.” Lydia said and you nodded. You followed Lydia up the staircase with Natalie following behind. “This is mom’s room, this is mine,” she paused at a closed door. “And this is yours.” She opened it and let you inside first. It was beautiful. It was light pink and mint green and white and just so…elegant.
“This is all mine?” You asked, setting your raggy old backpack down on the floor.
“It’s all yours. We stocked the closet for you too. Lydia really wants to help you pick out clothes for your first day tomorrow.” Natalie tells you. You turned around, smiling. You forgot your nerves and went up to them both…and you hugged them. You’ve never done that in the first day before. You surprised yourself. They hugged you back.
“Thank you so much…I couldn’t ask for anything better.” You said, completely overwhelmed.
“I picked out a lot of the clothes. I was just so excited to get a younger sister.” Lydia told you.
“We came up with something for school.” Natalie said. She grasped your attention quickly. “Lydia has been telling her friends that her cousin is staying with us. She’s done this because we figured that you wouldn’t want us telling people that you are a foster kid.”
“That is totally fine! I was hoping to ask you about that anyways.” You said and looked around your room once more. It was all yours.
Lydia came into your room and bounced on your bed, waking you up the next morning. “Time to get up and pick out your outfit!” She exclaimed. She was all smiles and happiness. Her long strawberry blond hair was up in a bun. You wished your hair looked like that. Not it’s dull brown waves. Lydia rolled off your bed, taking you with her. She opened up your closet and pulled you inside. You didn’t even look to see what was in there the night before.
You watched and yawned as she went through racks and racks of clothes. You looked around and realized that you had a pretty big closet. “You can go shower if you want. This may take a while.” Lydia told you and you nodded. You walked out of the closet and just down the hall a little ways to the bathroom.
After locking the door, you turned on the water. As you waited for it to heat up, you took out a washcloth. You looked behind you on the towel rack. There was six towels. Two said Natalie. Two said Lydia. And the last two had your name on them. You smiled and stepped into the shower. It was so nice…at your old foster home, you barely got enough hot water to last five minutes.
You walked out of your closet in the outfit Lydia picked out for you. It was so cute and adorable. You felt life yourself when you wore it. It was a flowy white tank top with a sheer triangle like bottom, dark skinny jeans, a black and white splotched knitted cardigan with brown knee high boots and a long gold triangle necklace. You hugged Lydia when you came out. Then she handed you something. A phone. It was an HTC One. “It has my phone number and moms in it too.” She told you.
“Thank you guys so much.”
You did let your hair flow into its waves and Lydia helped you put a little makeup on to make your brown eyes stand out. You two then got into her car with your new brown satchel backpack and sped off to school. She gave you your schedule on the way there.
You felt the nerves come back. But you felt so beautiful that you didn’t even care that much. You and Lydia walked into that school like you owned it. And everyone got out of your way like you really did. It felt amazing. You didn’t even feel like a foster kid.
It was a couple weeks into the second semester. So it was kind of cold outside. “We’re going to stay and watch lacrosse practice. I have friends on the team. I can introduce you to my friends during your free period and lunch. Sound good?” Lydia asked you as you two walked down the hall.
“Yeah, defiantly.” You said. The late bell sounded and you two were standing in front of your history class.
“Kill ‘em girl.” She smiled and you walked in. Everyone turned around and looked at you.
“You’re Y/N Y/L/N? Correct?” The teacher asked. You nodded. He motioned you to the front. You walked up there, everyone’s eyes following you. He handed you your history textbook. “I’m Mr. Yukimura. You can take the seat in front of Liam.” He said and you nodded. You turned around and found the empty desk. You walked over and set the book down. You looked at Liam. Oh my god. He is absolutely gorgeous. You thought to yourself. You smiled at him and he smiled back. You took your seat.
Liam was in almost every single one of your classes. Except for biology and your free period. You met Stiles, Scott, Malia and Kira at lunch. It was lacrosse practice now. You looked around the field and your eyes landed on Liam.
“Who are you looking at?” Lydia asked.
“Just some guy in a lot of my classes. He’s just…very, very cute.” You said while never taking your eyes off him.
“What’s his name?” Malia asked.
“Liam.” They smiled at each other once you said his name.
“Just wait here with Stiles? I’ll be back in a second.” Lydia told you. You got really nervous. Your stomach tightened up.
“But-but Lydia!” You called.
“It’ll be okay! Stiles is safe and nice and funny. I promise, he won’t hurt you.” She smiled at you and walked away, back into the building. You looked up at Stiles and he smiled at you. You laughed a little bit.
“What, did I look funny?”
“You just give off some good vibe.” You laughed.
A/N: there will be more parts to this story! I tend to sometimes get carried away with writing. But that’s okay, who doesn’t?
- Take My Breath Away
, by @realitybetterthanfiction: There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy
classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These
select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in
the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war,
trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless
in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty
vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on
the line.Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to
flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was
always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall
Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the
Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed
Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he
finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and
something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father
had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically
missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love
with what keeps you on the ground.
Larry Top Gun AU (153k). Yes i’m gonna talk about it again. This is one of the best fic i read in 2016 so far. YEAH REALLY. Maybe look at the TW before, but OMG, the feels. (and also amazing smut) (power bottom Louis mostly). READ THIS NOW
somewhere I can rest my soul
, by @lourrynavy :
“I’m Louis Tomlinson,” the boy says, holding his hand out. Glancing down at it, Harry starts at the word beautiful written there, just along his pointer finger. It seems someone else knows exactly how stunning Louis is.
Willing himself not to act like a complete and utter prat, Harry
takes Louis’ hand in his own and quietly murmurs, “It’s nice to meet
Or, the AU where the way your soulmate sees you is tattooed onto your skin.
Larry soulmate AU and X Factor Era (3k) : absolutely cute and fluffy and just *SIGH*. Soulmate AU with tattoos are my weakness. No smut.
, by @alivingfire :
Tomlinson looks Liam over, tilting his head. “Are you a swimmer as well?”
“Yeah,” Liam says, a little cautiously. Harry wonders if it’s
Tomlinson’s fame or the unimpressed eyebrow that’s making Liam wary.
“Distance, I’m doing the 1500m. Harry here’s a sprinter.”
“Ah,” says Tomlinson, turning his glinting eyes back to Harry. “So
you’re not an endurance man.” A beat passes, and his grin grows, wide
and filthy. “Shame.”
Harry Styles is Team Great Britain’s newest swimmer, and has
spent his whole life training for this moment, a chance at the gold
medal in the Rio 2016 Olympics. All his training, hard work, and
dedication to no distractions is tested when he’s assigned to the same
Rio apartment as Louis Tomlinson, British gymnast and Harry’s childhood
Larry Olympics AU (21k) : I want 100k of this thank you ! I’m still screaming about the smut, just saying. (bottom Harry).
I’m always tired but never of you
, by @lalalaartje : “Shall we go, then?” Harry asked, surprising Louis a bit
with the invitation, though not at all unpleasantly. “What does your
Lonely Planet suggest?” Louis grinned, grabbing the travel guide
from his back pocket and started reading out loud, Harry chuckling at
the stupid jokes he threw in between. He quite liked the other guy, even
if they just met and likely had nothing in common but their motherland. After
a while of playing pretentious tour guide, Harry leaned over his
shoulder while they were waiting to cross the street, his long curly
hair tickling Louis’ cheek. “That seems like a nice place,” he pointed
at a picture of a small, secluded square. “Let’s start there.” Harry
is a photographer on his way to a summer course in Paris. Louis is a
almost paediatric resident on his way home after a month of backpacking
through Europe. They meet after their train is stranded in a foreign
city. All they have is one night before they each leave for their own
destination, so they decide to make the most of it. Or the Before
Sunrise adaptation that somehow decided to be a hospital fic with
doctor!Louis who pines after photographer!Harry who is currently at the
other side of the North Sea.
Larry AU (30k) : starting like a Before Sunset adaptation (if you haven’t seen the movie, don’t talk to me anymore), then progressing in an angsty fic (read the tags for TW, but warning for very stressed Louis and alcoholism). Barely smutty. Very nice.
Come As You Are
AFangirlFantasy : “Mr. Tomlinson, You have been cordially invited to Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School’s, Class of 2006 Tenth Year Reunion.” or highschool
reunion au where Harry is Niall’s flatmate, Zayn and Liam are married,
and Louis is just trying to find his way back home.
Larry High School Reunion AU (12k) : “long time no see” fic, nice ! So smut at all. (also side past Elounor)
love and kickin’
, by @camiii :
When Nick looks up in direction of the pitch he nearly chokes on his mouthful of coffee.
The Arsenal player standing behind the sideline, ball in his hands and number 28 splayed across his back, is fit. Really fit. In
all honesty Nick can only see him from behind, but the first thing he
notices is a quite spectacular bum and nicely muscled thighs and, well,
football might have its redeeming aspects after all. Or
the fic where Nick has no interest in football but is dragged to a
football match, Louis is the Arsenal player that catches his attention,
and maybe there are some redeeming qualities to the game after all.
Tomlinshaw AU (60k) : it’s been a long time without a good Tomlinshaw fic ! Absolutely not ansgty , amazing smut, and so much fluff! I love it !
keep them in your mason jars (i’ve come home)
, by @since-he-was-eighteen :
“I saw them there and I wanted to know what they were. I thought
they were maybe tea lights or something but there’s things written on
them. Like middle school and other happy things. Do you collect things?”
“Memories,” Louis blurts out, hand so tight on Harry’s
shoulder his fingers could bruise into him. But he needs something to
hold onto in fear he may fall over and pass out if he doesn’t. “I
collect memories.” But the silence between them is
unsettling. As each cold second passes, the thought of Harry shouting
out loud that he’s a freak is doubling. The thought of Harry running
away and never coming back to him again is tripling. Until Harry speaks. “You have fifty mason jars sitting outside with memories inside them?”or
the high school au where louis believes he can hold memories inside
mason jars to last a lifetime, and harry holds both louis and his unique
tradition deep in his heart. otherwise known as the mason jar fic.
Larry high school AU (84k) : very beautiful story, angsty (very depressed Louis, TW), a lot of pinning, great smut (bottom louis). The slow pace is really amazing and not so commun in fics.
to kill the mess we’ve made
, by @paynner : And when he’s finally standing, Liam fussing over him, rubbing
his hand at the red mark blooming on Harry’s forehead, does Harry learn
two things:One, he wasn’t actually hit that hard, and Tommo–or Louis, rather–is just as pretty when Harry is staring at him head-on and,Two, Louis is the Adidas model he’s going to be working with on today’s photo shoot.(or: AU where Harry and Louis are both models, and they decide being friends-with-benefits is a great idea. It isn’t.)
Larry Models friends with benefits AU (42k) : amazing smut (bottom Louis) and angsty (of course).
So Much We Didn’t Say
whyidontknow1 : Harry’s near fatal accident exposed the cracks in his and
Louis’ eleven year marriage. A serious error in judgement by Louis
shattered it completely.
Larry famous - sport - kid fic AU (52k) : Harry and Louis are famous skateboarders, almost retired now. I dont know what to say : it’s a getting back together kind of fic? Very well written, some trigger warning about a bad past for Louis (also, Niall is 68yp and adopted Louis, don’t ask), and a side Ziam. And bottom!Louis. And angsty of course.
wings to break your fall
, by @karamelised:
“I’m glad you like my clothes,” Harry whispers, sliding his arms
further along the couch until he’s speaking directly into Louis’ ear.
“Would you like me to take them off?”
orstrip club AU. Harry’s work and family are keeping him
busy. He really isn’t looking for a relationship, doesn’t want one. He
just wants Louis. Problem is, Louis has other plans.Featuring:
spilled drinks, meddling mums, accidental insults, a pivotal plot point
masquerading as a private dance, Harry with wings, slow morning sex, a
secret relationship, and tea that fixes everything.
Larry stripper AU (102k) : angsty and funny too, and smutty . Ooohh so smutty (kind of share that). so well done !
Every Story Ever Told
Becoming a best-selling author isn’t as difficult as Louis would have
guessed. It seems all you need these days is the perfect blend of
alcohol induced philosophy, complete disregard for one’s dignity, a live
blog about how fucked love is, and a bored publisher interested enough
to offer him a deal.
Larry hate to love AU (54k) : I looooove this fic ! Author!Louis and baker!Harry , hate to love, Twitter interactions, and fluffy, and no smut ! Very well written :)
maps can be poems when you’re on your own
, by @fukcinglouis
“Harry, this is Louis, the guy I was telling you about,” Liam says. “Lou, this is Harry, my roommate.”
Harry looks up and locks eyes with Louis, who is
very clearly drunk. Louis just giggles in surprise and claps a hand over
his own mouth, widening his eyes at Harry comically. “Nice to meet you,” Harry croaks, watching as Louis tucks himself more firmly into Liam’s side.Or, Harry falls in love with the guy his best friend is fooling around with.
Larry roomates AU (19k) : okay so don’t read it if you’re not comfortable with a side Lilo AND a bit of cheating. But if you can, go read it, it’s great, and angsty and smutty (bottom!Louis).
Second Time’s the Charm
, by @cherrystreet: Louis’ mother is convinced she met her son’s soulmate at the market.
Louis is extremely hesitant to go on the blind date she’s set up, but
she’s persistent, begging and pleading, pulling out all the stops. After
all, mothers do know best.(Or maybe they don’t.)
Larry blind date AU (8k) : OMG it was so great ! Amazing plot, and funny , and also car sex is great.
the dreams you left behind
, by @cat33x13: After Louis returns from a week-long guest spot a US chat show
to an empty flat and a ‘Dear John’ letter from Harry, life as he knows
it changes completely. Fast-forward two years and Louis has taken to
hiding away in a tiny village in the English countryside where he isn’t
known as Louis Tomlinson, ex-boybander, and has managed to live a
relatively quiet life. That is until Liam, Zayn and Niall come to see
him and he remembers everything he has tried to forget.When he reads of Harry’s Christmas engagement in the papers, he does
the only thing he knows to mask his sorrow; drinks so much he ends up in
hospital. Cue visiting family and a return to London, where he learns
not everything is as it seems, the mistakes of the past can be forgiven
and that maybe he might get his happy ending after all.
Larry ex to lovers - future fic AU (31k) : awesome and angsty. Like a lot. Both. no smut.
Portions For Foxes
, by pukeandcry
: You know how Tommo is about dares,” Harry says, laughing once, without any humor.
“An idiot,” Nick supplies, feeling a bit dazed. “But he’s always like that, so.”Or, Louis injures himself, and somehow Nick winds up taking care of him.
Tomlinshaw canon fic (16k) , ex to lovers and hurt!Louis. awwwwwwwww <3
You were on your way to Scott’s house with pizza and movies. You had been going strong for about 4 months now, only getting in danger about twice and merely avoiding death once. Your guys’ romance was a whirlwind, no arguments, no fights, and all around comfortability. The only people who really bothered were Liam and Stiles, who made it their responsibility to take up the roles of older brothers, younger brothers, and dads in the relationship. You knocked on the door, expecting Melissa to open it but surprised when Scott did instead. “Hello lovely,” he smiled, placing a loving kiss on your cheek and helping you with the bags of binge food. “Hello wolf boy,” you winked, knowing that you were the only person allowed to call him that. He playfully pouted and led you to the couch. After a few minutes of trying to decide, you both decided to have a Disney movie marathon, filled with laughter, dancing, and of course, singing. The two of you fell back after completing a song from Aladdin and laughing. “You are the only person I’d do this with.” He chuckled. “Don’t try to act all macho! You know you love it!” You teased. “Yeah well, it is pretty fun.” He smiled. “Of course it is! I’m not a boring person.” You stated matter-of-factly. You laid your head in Scott’s lap after placing a quick yet sweet kiss on his lips. “You’re lucky I love you!” He playfully growled. “That I am my love. I love you too.” You smiled. “Well that was absolutely disgustingly adorable yet totally almost unbearable.” Stiles muttered. “I told you we were busy!” Scott exclaimed. “Oh I love you so much (Y/N)! Please run away with me and help me reproduce to save the human race!” Stiles mocked. Liam appeared right behind Stiles, “Anything for you my love! I hope we have two boys so we can name them Stiles and Liam. Impregnate me!” “Leave them alone! Off to work my son and (Y/N), you two out now!” Melissa smiled grabbing both Stiles’ and Liam’s ears and dragging them outside. “No babies!” She yelled. “No matter how much a pain in the butt your friends are, I still love you.” You smiled at Scott.
“I’m feeling pretty confident in him tonight.” You told Lydia, trying to get yourself situated on the uncomfortable bleachers. You waved at Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa as they took a seat near the bottom and turned back to Lydia as she told you she wouldn’t know why you felt confident. “He’s doing great at practice! Finstock barely yelled at him this week!” You exclaimed. “Well, that’s a start. I have a problem with your outfit.” She tsked. “I’m being supportive!” You whined. Now, a huge lacrosse sweater and leggings didn’t seem all that appealing to the boys’ eyes but you weren’t dressed to impress them, you already had a perfectly good boyfriend. “Well next time be sure you tell me what you’re wearing so I can help you plan around the lacrosse gear.” She muttered. You rolled your eyes playfully and watched both teams practice for a few more minutes before the game started. For the first half Stiles sat out and watched the game, and you walked by multiple times to wish him luck and provide more support. If it hadn’t been for another player getting hurt, Stiles may have never played that game! Coach yelled at Stiles and demanded he get in position. You were at the edge of your seat, 1 minute left in the game and Stiles was getting near the ball action. At 30 seconds Stiles caught the ball and stared at it for an unreasonable amount of time. You jumped up, “Run you idiot!” He came to his senses and started running down field. 5 seconds and Stiles held the fate of the game in his net. 3- he got ready, 2- he aimed, and as if time had stopped the ball flew past the goal keeper and made the winning point. You shrieked in excitement and sprinted to the field. “Stiles you won! You won!” You cheered as you jumped into his arms. “God, I love you. If you hadn’t yelled I’d have treasured the ball the rest of the game.” He chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Yeah, well I did it because I love you too.” You whispered happily against his lips. He pulled away and accepted his praise before turning to you and telling you he loved you again. He changed and got his gear from the locker room, meeting you near the bleachers, “Have I ever told you how much I enjoy seeing you in my clothes?”
After a whole year of dating Liam, you both decided that for your 1 year anniversary you would both go to a cliché fancy restaurant. 3 hours before the date Lydia, Kira, and Malia stormed your house to help you get ready. Kira did your hair and Lydia did your makeup and picked out your outfit. Malia insisted that she was just there for moral support and had nothing to do since the guys were helping Liam, but she ended up picking out the jewelry. The 4 of you had a fun time and no one got hurt which is a plus, but to say you weren’t nervous was an understatement. “Would you please stop shaking?” Kira asked nicely. You tried to stop because getting burned by a curling iron didn’t sound all too appealing. After about 15 minutes Kira was done and Lydia began on your makeup. She explained that Stiles would be the chauffeur for the night and that he would take the both of you out for dessert after the restaurant. After she finished and sprayed the setting spray she helped you get into the dress she had picked out. “Ok now slather on some lotion and put on this lip stain, I have to go to the ladies room.” She ordered. You followed orders and sat for Kira to fix some curls. Malia came over with her desired perfume and the jewelry. At the very last minute the girls allowed you to slip on your heels and make your way downstairs just as the bell rang. Malia ran over to the door and smiled at the newest beta. “Hello, be sure to be out of the restaurant by 9 at the latest, have her home by 10:45, and if you have any questions or concerns we’ll all be next door eating pizza. Have a nice date!” She explained whilst pushing you both to the Jeep. “You look stunning.” Liam blushed. “Thanks took around 3 hours but it’s totally worth it. You look very handsome as well.” You winked. Stiles gagged from the drivers’ seat and parked in front of the restaurant. “Have fun, we’ll be at the pizza place next door of you need us.” He smiled. You and Liam sat at the restaurant and looked over the menu for a while before ordering. After eating and completely ditching the pack you both walked to a nearby park to just relax. “I had an awesome time tonight.” He smiled. “So did I and thank you. I love you.” You blushed. “I love you too, I’m glad you deal with me.” He laughed. “I’m glad I get to. You’re just so cute and fun.” You laughed along before placing a loving, passionate kiss on his lips. “So will my lips be the same color as yours now or…?”
“Lay down.” Derek instructed. You followed his orders and laid down on the soft comforter on your shared bed. “Having you train me was the worst idea I’ve ever had.” You moaned as Derek began massaging your back. “Self defense. I’m not letting you get the bite, so you have to know how to protect yourself.” He sighed as he kneaded his fingers through your tense muscles. “I could use a gun, a bow, a sword, or a knife. It would be much less painful.” You groaned. “And if you were to lose your weapon what then?” He questioned. “I’d die.” You stated. “I wouldn’t let that happen. I love you too much so I’m training you.” He replied gruffly. “Could you love me a little less?” You whined. “Never.” He laughed. He massaged your back more and assured you that in a few days you wouldn’t be as sore. “Ok I’m done my turn.” He smiled. You got up and straddled his waist from behind as you massaged his back. “That feels really good.” He sighed. “You’re welcome.” You stated, leaning over to peck his cheek. Derek began to drift off to sleep. You got tired of massaging him so you began to draw patterns with your finger on his back and write random things. After writing the lyrics of your favorite song on his back, Derek began to wake up very slowly. You wrote ‘I love you’ on his back and Derek smiled sleepily. “I love you too.” He smiled. “There’s no way you knew I wrote that.” You chuckled. “You’re right, but I heard your heartbeat pick up while you wrote it.” He replied. You got off his back and laid next to him. “I don’t know what I’d do with out you and I sure as hell don’t want to find out.” He whispered as he leaned over you to turn off the lamp. “You won’t have to, you’re stuck with me baby.” You laughed. “I love you so much.” He stated. Placing a kiss on your lips between each word. “And I love you.” You laughed kissing his lips in between each word. “The pack would kill us if they found us like this.” Derek chuckled. “Well, they’ll just be jealous because they don’t love you like I do or like you love me.” You reiterated turning to face his chest and snuggled him. “We never showered.” He laughed. “Derek! I had my face right near your sweaty, dirty chest and you never said anything?!” You shrieked getting up and heading to the bathroom. “I love you though!” He yelled. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I love you too.” You muttered, knowing he was listening.
“You’re such an asshole sometimes.” You growled at Theo. “Yeah, but you know you love it.” He smirked. “Not at the moment, no.” You stated turning to send him a death glare. “That was still absolutely adorable, if you must know princess.” He smiled. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” You stated. It had been a few months that he had been back in Beacon Hills and just a little less that you were dating. Scott had invited him over to his house to watch movies with the rest of the pack and relax. Theo began purposely annoying Stiles and being too touchy with you. You had had enough and thanked Scott for inviting you before you started walking home. Theo followed you but only let you get to the driveway before grabbing g you and kissing you. “Stop, you’re ticking me off and I don’t want to see or talk to you right now.” You said pushing him off you. “Hey, I was just showing you off.” He sighed. “I don’t want to be shown off. Now take me home.” You scowled. He sighed and started the car. When you arrived at your house you quickly opened the door and slammed it shut, storming to the front door of the house. You heard the car door shut and Theo’s foot steps follow but put your hand up and glared at him. “Stop. I have had enough of you for the night. Goodnight, I’ll see you at school on Monday.” You stated before opening the door and closing it right in his face. After getting ready for bed you watched TV for a little bit before falling asleep, only to be awaken a few hours later with your ringtone. “Hello?” You asked into the phone. “I’m sorry. I love you. Please let me in.” Theo said into the phone. You sighed hanging up and going downstairs to open the door. As soon as you opened it you were engulfed in a huge hug. “I’m so sorry. I love you so much. Don’t be mad anymore.” Theo whimpered. “I love you too, now I was sleeping so you’re either going to cuddle me or watch me sleep. I’d prefer the first option.” You smiled. “Cuddling it is.” He smiled, taking you into his arms and placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. “Goodnight my love.” You heard before drifting off again.
Liam had left home earlier than usual that morning, so he had time to get in the Timmies instead of rushing through the the drive-tru. He parks close to the door, getting out of his car and stretching. The weather is nice for September, a few puffy clouds in the morning sky. Hux holds the door open for an elderly couple, smiling at them and wishing them a good day.
Striding in, he gets in line, getting his phone out and browsing his e-mails. It’s just before the morning rush, there’s only a few people in the place, just like Liam likes it. Although, his view is blocked by a very tall and very broad man. On his screen, a dozen of desperate message from one of the coach begging for a new power forward.
Hux looks at his phone, then up, up, up to the man in front of him. Fuck it, it’s Canada for crying out loud, one out of three guy plays hockey on some level. Clearing his throat, Liam gently taps the shoulder of the stranger.
“Good morning! This is gonna sound very strange, eh, but do you play hockey by any chance? See, I’m manager of a small league and we’re short by one guy and I’ve been asking around for weeks. Any position is fine, we can shuffle the lines around.”
Liam closes his mouth, realizing he’s rambling. He always gets excited when he talks about the league, it started as a small 3 team playing against each other and since Hux took over, there is 5 teams and they even have a tournament with the French league from Gatineau. He’s very proud of it, and it always shows when he gets to talk about it.
okAY I’ve literally had this in my inbox for months i’m so sorry (it’s from my old blog lmao that’s how old it is hence the screenshot) buT if it’s any consolation this is actually massively long (just under 5k lmao whoops whats a short fic i’ve never heard of that). also, while i’m pretty satisfied with the job i’ve done, i would like to disclaim that i literally know NOTHIGN about porn like i don’t think anyone expects me to be a porn expert but literally if there’s ANY accurate knowledge about filming porn in here whatsoever that’s entirely a coincidence. i made this shit up. all of it. okay. on with the fic.
Zayn doesn’t think he’s been this nervous since his A
levels. Maybe not even then. This may actually be the most nerve-wracking
moment of his life, excluding the time he went on a plane for the first time
and fucking Louis told him it was going to do loops in the air. Come to think
of it, Louis’ been involved in all his worst moments in one way or another.
It’s certainly his fault that Zayn’s here now. Well, his and Harry’s fault, if
Zayn’s being completely fair, but he prefers to blame Louis for everything
because he knows that if the positions were reversed, Louis would do the same.
(even though it’s spring where i am and i have no recollection of autumn this year so pls excuse how crap this is ok bye)
“Pumpkin get over here I just got the fire started.” Niall called. “Stop calling me pumpkin just because the season calls for it you loser.” You said. “Stop being such a killjoy pumpkin.” Niall winked at you and no matter how hard you tried to stay mad at him you just couldn’t. Niall had set up the sofa near the fire and brought a few blankets. The two of you had decided that you were dedicating this night strictly for catching up as Niall had just come home from tour and that is exactly what you did. You were cuddled on Niall’s side with a hand placed on his chest as his arm was around your shoulder and his hand was lightly drawing patterns on your arm. Niall began talking about how incredible touring the world had been and you smiled at his animated recount. The way his eyes lit up as he talked about his favourite moments, never ending smile plastered on his face and how he could never sit still for a minute. “Something the matter pumpkin?” Niall asked as he realised you weren’t responding. “No, just thinking about something. Carry on.” You said. “Thinking about what?” He asked. “Just how much I love you.” You said nonchalantly. His smile grew even bigger and he quickly kissed your lips. “Well I think about that every time I see you.”
“Oh look at this leaf.” Liam pointed out, picking it up. It was bright red and Liam seemed very intrigued by it. “Very nice Liam.” You laughed. You both decided to go for a nice walk at the park because the weather was not too cold and the brightly coloured trees were too beautiful to pass up. Liam had not once left your hand that was until he saw the large pile of fallen leaves and then he looked at you. Then he left your hand and ran over to the leaves, picking up a large amount in his arms. “Liam Payne don’t you dare throw that at me, I just washed my hair.” You warned, stepping backwards. “I could always wash your hair for you again.” He reasoned before throwing the leaves in your direction. Although none of the leaves actually touched you, you ran over to him and threw leaves back at him and so the leaf throwing continued until Liam grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him, pressing you right against his body. The intimate position took you off guard and Liam took the opportunity to throw leaves in the air which landed right in your freshly washed hair. “You didn’t.” You said. “I did.” He grinned, “Love you babe.” He laughed. “I hate you.” You said pulling stray leaves out of your hair with a pout. “No you don’t” Liam said, pressing a kiss to your pouted lips.
“Alright I bought the pumpkins.” Harry said, placing the plastic bag on the kitchen bench. You clapped your hands and took the pumpkins out of the bag, placing them near the knives for carving. This was the first time Harry had carved pumpkins so you guided him whilst emptying the contents of it and holding the knife correctly. “I still don’t understand why we couldn’t make pumpkin pie, I used to bake, I would’ve made the greatest pumpkin pie you would have ever tasted.” Harry grumbled as he scooped out the seeds. “Why does this smell so bad? Why is this so hard to cut into?” He complained. “Stop complaining you dork.” You said. You began carving a little face onto the pumpkin with ease, while Harry on the other hand was struggling. You laughed watching Harry stick his knife into the pumpkin multiple times without making any progress. “Need help babe?” You asked. “No I can do this.” Harry said. After what felt like an eternity Harry had finally completed his ‘masterpiece’, in which he had just managed to create two circles for eyes and a squiggly curve which he claimed was a smile. “That was a good first try.” You said patting his chest. “Well, you know what they call a pumpkin when it’s not a pumpkin,” Harry said, dropping his pumpkin on the floor, “They call it a squash.”
“That one looks good.” You said pointing up at the shiny apple that was out of your reach. Louis came up behind you and placed the basket of apples on the floor and lifted you up so you could get it. “Thanks Lou.” You smiled, placing the apple in the basket. The day went on in a similar fashion until it began to get cold and you regretted not bringing a thicker jacket. “Cold love?” Louis asked. “A bit.” You said rubbing your arms. Louis wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. “How are you so warm.” You asked. “Can’t help how hot I am.” Louis said. “Not modest at all.” You said sarcastically making Louis laugh. “We should head home if you’re cold.” Louis said. “I need a few more apples to make an apple pie for Jay and the others.” You said. Louis agreed and then offered you his jacket, claiming his sweater underneath would be enough to keep him warm. You thanked him as you slipped into his jacket which was obviously too big for you but you didn’t mind. “You look so tiny in that my love.” Louis chucked. “Says you.” You shot back. “But the whole world is taller than you, so I win this.” Louis said, pulling you along to pick more apples before you could protest.
Lilo + “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
The first time it crosses Liam’s mind is in the bungalow, when he’s known Louis for five days and hated him for four of those.
Louis’ jumping on Harry’s trampoline. All the other lads tired out a few minutes prior, and now they’re all lying on it and letting Louis bounce them all by himself. He’s giggling and the sun is setting and from the angle Liam’s at, it’s lighting up his hair in a halo. The phrase bubbles up in his throat and he swallows it painfully back down.
The second time is after one of the shows on the Up All Night tour. Liam’s in Louis’ and Harry’s room, because Harry’s rented a film he thought Liam would like. The opening credits are rolling when the shower turns off, and outcomes a dripping wet and naked Louis Tomlinson.
“Hey, Lou. Liam’s here,” Harry says. The tone of his voice suggests that a beautifully naked and shiny Louis Tomlinson is a regular occurrence. Liam, though, has not had that luxury. It’s not even his dick (though he can’t keep his eyes off that, either) it’s just his whole body. His soft tummy and tan, smooth arms, and his thick, strong thighs. Liam wants to put his face in them and have Louis squash his skull between his thighs, but that’s an even weirder thought to have than the first one, so he really pushes that one away. And then Louis turns around and Liam’s chest hollows, like his lungs have completely been removed. And then, Louis bends down to get something from his suitcase, and Liam has to turn away lest he actually moan aloud.
When he turns back to Harry, Harry’s looking at him wickedly, mouths, “I fucking know.”
Strangely, Liam doesn’t know if that’s comforting or not.
The third time is during WWA. They’ve just broken into tomorrow night’s venue, and it has it’s very own bowling alley. But try as they might, they can’t figure out how to get the bowling alley to do it’s thing, so they’re just lying, starfished, in the middle of a lane.
“This is very nice and all Liam, but you know me and breaking and entering just isn’t enough. We have to fuck shit up. I have so much energy to spend. Let’s ruin someone’s life.”
Liam snorts, and the thought should not be on the tip of his tongue. It very much should not be so close to erupting from his mouth.
There’s a moment of silence.
“How do you think they get these floor so shiny and clean?” Liam asks, rubbing at it absentmindedly with the pads of his fingers.
Louis sits up so fast it startles Liam into following him. Louis looks at him with wide eyes, grabs the sides of Liam’s face, and kisses him violent and wet on the forehead.
“Liam Payne, you are a genius,” he says, before scrambling to his feet. He slides on his socks down the lane before scrabbling and running over to the right of the room. ‘C’mon!”
Liam starts running after him. “What did I do?” he calls, but Louis only giggles evilly in response. The spot where Louis kissed him is positively searing. Liam is in love with a menace.
By the time Liam’s caught up with Louis, he’s already turned on the Zamboni.
“Louis, yes!” he shouts gleefully. “Payno, if you’re not in the passenger seat in five seconds i will run you over with this thing.”
Liam is not one to argue with Louis Tomlinson in the driver’s seat of heavy machinery, so he scrambles into the passenger seat.
“Okay, I think I’ve got this figured out. This button,” he points to a glowing blue button, “is gonna put it in ‘drive’ if you will. You ready, Payno?”
It crosses his mind again, but what he says instead is, “You’re gonna be the death of me Tommo.”
“Nah, not the death, Liam, just the arrest.”
“What can I say? I’m a caretaker,” he says, shrugging, and then presses the blue button.
Only, the blue button does not make the Zamboni move. It makes it piss. There’s water fucking flooding out of some invisible hole or something, spreading across the floor at an alarming rate, just as a night guard makes his nightly patrol to the bowling alley.
Liam only sighs. It was bound to happen sometime.
“Run!” Louis shouts, giggling maniacally and jumping off the Zamboni, squealing when he hits the floor. “Gross! Wet socks.”
Liam mentally shakes his head, he doesn’t have time to do it physically, and starts running. There’s the crackle of a walkie talkie and ahead of him, Liam can see Louis throw his head back and laugh.
“He’s calling for back up, Liam! We’re gonna get in so much fucking trouble!” he shouts, and then laughs some more.
Liam is in love with a god damned menace.
Eventually, there’s three other guards chasing them, but they have such a head start that they make it off the property leagues before the guards, collapsing down onto the grass just next to the parked buses.
Liam’s chest is heaving and his throat burns. Next to him, Louis’ breath is loud and panting, intermittent with giggles.
“That was my exercise for the week,” he says breathlessly.
Liam wants to say fuck you, Tommo or, I think this is what a heart attack feels like, or, we flooded a bowling alley, but what comes out is, “I’m in love with you.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“It sounds like there’s an ‘and’ at the end of that,” Louis says, voice kept at a suspiciously level, snarky tone.
“And I’m terrified,” Liam finishes, rolling his head to look at Louis. Louis does the same, face red and gleaming from their chase. He looks alive and he looks beautiful.
Louis raises himself on one elbow and leans down to catch Liam’s lips softly in his.
When he pulls back, he murmurs, “Good, you should be.”