larrysweetcuddles: ok so can u make a one shot where the boys r playing video games in the bus beside harry and then harry comes and becomes really childish cuddly and whinny bc he wants to cuddle with louis but louis ignores him and harry becomes more cuddly like a kitten and tries to get his attention and louis calls him bby babe love and sweetheart and finally they cuddle and the boys laugh bc they think harry is so cute and adorable and I want a lot of fluff fluff ilysmmm and I love your stories bye sweetie xx
Harry slowly blinked his eyes open and shut, trying to rouse himself into consciousness. The first thing he noticed when he woke up was that his back was sore. That was a side effect of sleeping on a tour bus, bumping around in the small cubicle. It did a number on Harry’s muscles. He slowly stretched his legs and moved his arm to pull Louis closer to him. When his arm reached out and felt nothing but cold sheet next to him in the already cramped space, he whined and opened his eyes completely. “Lou?” he whispered as if his boyfriend had become invisible in the last hour or something. Harry sighed and pouted to himself. He just wanted to cuddle with his boyfriend as they traveled the highway in some unnamed town. Was that really too much to ask? He was sleepy and feeling cuddly and these days he could barely sleep without Louis by his side to keep him warm. That was it. Harry was just making himself sad now. He needed to go see Louis. With minimal difficulty, he heaved himself out of the bed, hitting his head and whimpering in the process, and suddenly heard faint sounds coming from the next room. It sounded like shouting and laughing, with the occasional “Fuck you, wanker” and “Twat” mixed in. Harry sighed and smirked to himself. The boys were playing video games, he was sure of it. He wanted to see Louis though, so he walked in quietly.
“Ah, H,” Liam said with a grin as Harry padded in and slumped onto the couch. “Nice of you to join us. Want in?”
Harry shook his head. “Nah, I’ll just watch,” he said with a smile.
Louis quickly looked away from the screen to look over at Harry. He smiled from ear to ear. “Good morning, sunshine,” he said with a giggle.
Harry’s heart swelled with love and he smiled back. “’S'not morning,” he argued.
“Well you have morning hair after your little nap, babe,” Louis insisted and Harry pouted. “You left me,” he whined, scooting closer to his boyfriend.
Louis smiled affectionately, laughing at the adorableness of his still sleepy Harry. “I’m sorry bubs, Niall forced me to play with him. I didn’t want to leave either. You’re cozy.”
Harry blinked. “Come back to bedddd,” he said dramatically. “I miss your warmth.”
Louis almost caved. Almost. Instead he smiled fondly, and then frowned. “When I’m done with this game, I promise we can take another nap, love,” he insisted. “But stay with me and cheer me up, I’m gonna beat this twat,” he said with a grin. Niall interjected. “He’s going to lose, it’s no use!”
Harry sighed, but he stayed, scooting even closer to Louis and placing a hand on his thigh, which Louis ignored. It wasn’t there for long though, because Niall did something in the game that greatly hurt Louis’ chances, and Louis flailed for a moment in anger, causing Harry’s hand to lose its spot. Harry knew this was bound to happen again so didn’t put his hand back, instead rubbing his arm up and down. “I know, Harry,” Louis cooed. “Almost done,” he promised, leaning over and kissing his cheek. Harry smiled and almost purred, relaxing into the touch and resting his head on his lover’s shoulder, rubbing his head up and down a couple times until he found a comfortable position. “Damn, you’re like an overly affectionate kitten,” Louis said in wonder.
“’M'sleepy,” Harry whined, keeping his head there. “Nothing wrong with it,” Louis whispered. “I love it.”
“Louis!” Zayn exclaimed. “You’re losing!” Louis snapped his head back to the screen and began frantically pushing buttons on his controller. Suddenly, the game turned around and he was in the lead. They continued for a while, with Harry just watching, eyes half lidded and yawning occasionally, until about ten minutes later when the GAME OVER screen began flashing at them. “Haha!” Louis exclaimed. “I won! I knew I’d win!” Louis grabbed Harry’s hand and squeezed it. “I won, babe!” he whispered happily. Harry smiled at his adorableness. “Great job love, knew you would,” he said sleepily. Louis grinned at him. “Me too,” he said, kissing his nose and Harry burst into giggles.“
"Oi,” Niall exclaimed. “Y'all are being too cute, and I can’t handle it.” Louis laughed. “That’s what you get for losing,” he said.
Zayn groaned. “I can’t even deal with you too, go take a nap with Harry, Lou. That’s all he wanted in the first place. I can’t handle the cuteness.”
“Yeah,” Liam chimed in. “You two just make me jealous and lonely.”
“Oh,” I’ll cuddle with you, babe,“ Zayn said sweetly, half kidding.
"Cuddle puddle!” Niall said with a grin. The three burst into laughter, and Harry smiled and nuzzled into Louis’ neck. “Tired, Lou,” he said again.
“I know, sweetheart,” Louis whispered. “Come on, let’s get us back to bed.” To the best of his ability, Louis lifted Harry up and carried him bridal style, the short distance to the adjacent rooms and onto the bed. Without bothering to change, they climbed in and immediately got settled, fitting into each other perfectly. Harry pulled the sheet over their heads and Louis scooted down so his head was at the perfect level to Harry’s heart so he could hear it beat. “That game wiped me out,” he mused, grabbing Harry’s large hand and playing with his slender fingers. His eyes shut and he sighed happily.
“You can sleep now, baby,” Harry said with a chuckle. “Just don’t leave me this time. Stay here till I wake up.”
“Promise,” Louis said, meaning it. He then closed his eyes and let Harry and his aimless humming lull him into a happy sleep.
anonymous: You should write another sick Louis and comfort Harry! ☺️☺️ where Louis maybe comes home sick and crying or upset cause he really doesn’t feel good and Harry does cute thing for him like making him tea, rubbing his back, and takes care of him when he’s sick in like the middle of the night and stuff 🙌 I’d love you forever!!! Thank ya darling 😘
Harry was getting worried. Louis wasn’t home yet and he was always home by 8 when he was working. He knew it was probably nothing, maybe traffic or a busy day in the studio, but Louis was Harry’s baby and he had the right to be worried, right? He tried to reassure himself of that. But staying snuggled in a fuzzy blanket lying on the couch with the TV droning in the background on his day off, huddled in on himself rocking back and forth waiting for the comfort of Louis was beginning to stir some anxiety into the younger man. After sending a text and a voicemail to Louis and receiving no response, Harry began to get even more worked up. If Louis didn’t come home safely soon, he was going to have a full-blown freakout. He was sure of it.
After another fifteen minutes, Harry was about ready to file a missing report when the door opened quickly and a shivering bundle of Louis walked in the door with a scowl on his face. Harry rushed to the door the second he heard it creak open and sighed in relief, engulfing Louis into his arms. Louis smiled slightly and looked at Harry. “Hi,” he whispered.
“Hello there,” Harry replied, letting go of Louis and kissing his forehead, which he noticed seemed to be a bit warmer than usual. “Where were you?”
“Sorry, love,” Louis croaked. “There was traffic. And I picked up some ibuprofen because I’m really not feeling well,” he said softly. Harry’s face softened even more and he brushed the stray hairs from Louis’ face. “Aw love, you should’ve told me you weren’t feeling well. I would’ve come and picked you up early, made up an excuse for you or something…” he frowned and his brows furrowed in concern, and Louis shook his head. “S’okay, Harry…didn’t want to bother you on your day off.” He stared at the ground.
Harry kissed his nose lightly and lifted Louis’ chin. “Nonsense, boo, I would’ve done it no matter what.” He took a long look at his older boyfriend. His face was pale, his eyes didn’t have their usual sparkle, he had a scowl plastered on his face, and his nose looked red from sneezing. “Shit, you really don’t feel good, do you Lou?” he asked sheepishly.
Louis shook his head and shut his eyes. “My head’s killing me and I’m exhausted,” he whispered, leaning forward. Harry caught him in his arms and shushed him, rubbing Louis’ temples for him and looking at him. “Hey, at least you got through the day though. I’m proud of you, baby,” he murmured. Louis nodded and whimpered, resting his head on Harry’s shoulder.
“Tell you what. I’ll make you some tea and we can go right to sleep, alright? You need to rest anyway. If you don’t feel better tomorrow morning I’m going to take you to a doctor. We need to getting better as soon as possible, love.” Louis nodded and then shook his head. “Yes to sleep, no to doctor!” he exclaimed, wincing because ever talking at a level higher than a whisper caused him pain, he was feeling that awful.
“We’ll see,” Harry said with a chuckle. He took Louis’ hand and led him into the bedroom. You get dressed and just get right into bed, I’ll make your Yorkshire, okay?” Louis nodded and leaned up at Harry with his lips out, innocently awaiting a kiss. Harry smiled and kissed Louis’ lips sweetly, earning a blush and a giggle from the shorter boy. “There’s that smile,” Harry said happily. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
Harry was back in record time with some tea and two Ibuprofen, as well as a fresh box of tissues and another pillow from the closet. He walked into their room and was pleased to see Louis bundled up quite adorably in all of the blankets on their bed, having them tucked up to his chin, his head propped on three pillows. His eyes were half lidded and he was staring up at the ceiling. “You’re too cute,” Harry said, both to himself and Louis, snapping him out of his ceiling gaze. “Thank you,” Louis croaked, coughing at the sound of his voice. “Damn, I sound like shit,” he laughed to himself.
“This tea will help,” Harry promised, handing it to his boyfriend. Do you need anything else?”
Louis nodded, taking the tea and sipping it before he answered. He smiled at the taste, which soothed his throat immediately. He sighed and spoke again. “Yes. I need you in this bed, Styles.” Harry giggled. “I do believe that can be arranged,” he replied with a wink. Louis shifted closer to his side of the bed and Harry lifted what little covers Louis left him, burrowing down into the mattress. Once he was settled, Louis gave up some of his blankets generously and turned on his side, scooting as close to Harry as humanly possible, it seemed. Louis tucked his head into Harry’s neck and sighed. “Thank God you’re comfy,” he mumbled. “And warm.” Harry grinned and turned his head to kiss the top of Louis’. He turned on his side as well and wrapped an arm around the smaller boy’s torso. “I’ve got you, love. You really ought to tell me when you’re sick, though. Could’ve prepared. Gas masks, and the lot.” Harry chuckled and awaited the smack he was bound to get, but he looked at Louis and his eyes were shut, breathing even, albeit a little stuffy. Small snores were tumbling out of his mouth and he whimpered softly. Harry’s heart almost burst with love, almost. He spent a while lying there, simply admiring Louis. This is the earliest we’ve gone to bed in about a year and a half, he thought to himself. He kept looking at Louis, admiring his beauty and occasionally rubbing his arms to make sure he was as warm as possible.
Harry wasn’t sure when he actually fell asleep, but it seemed like no time at all when he was being nudged awake. “Harry,” he heard somewhere in his sleepy, subconscious state. “Hazza, babe…”
“Mmmf,” Harry groaned, trying to turn, when he heard his name called more urgently. “Harry!” His eyes opened immediately, and he stared right into Louis’ bright blue ones. The lights were on, and the clock read 2:12 AM. “Whatsit?” he asked, his tongue not fully working yet. He was drawn back to his senses a bit more and he saw Louis staring down at him, sitting up and breathing heavily. He sat up as well and frowned. “Louis, love, are you okay…?” he asked tentatively, raising his arm to rub Louis’ back.
“Gonna be sick, H-Harry,” Louis whimpered brokenly, breathing even heavier. “Don’t feel good…” he frowned, blinking his eyes open and shut rapidly. And with that, he suddenly shot up and ran to the bathroom, dropping to his knees and shakily vomiting into the toilet. Harry followed his quickly with a cup of water from the nightstand, worry etched all over his face.
“Louis, Louis love,” Harry said softly, dropping to his knees next to Louis and rubbing his back once again, handing him the water. “You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay, I’m right here, I’ve got you,” her mumbled. Louis shook violently and turned to face Harry, tears in his eyes. “I feel absolutely disgusting,” he whined, falling into Harry. Harry wrapped him in his arms and shushed him, kissing his feathery hair and rocking him. “I know baby, I’m so sorry. I know you’re going to hate me, but I’m calling the doctor tomorrow morning. I don’t think this is the usual cold.” Louis nodded. “I won’t hate you Harry,” he promised.
“Do you need anything?” Harry asked softly, kissing Louis’ temple.
“Just wanna sleep,” Louis replied. “Carry me?” he asked softly with a blush in his cheeks.
“Of course,” Harry replied with a smile, and Louis sighed, lifting his arms. Harry scooped him up, putting Louis’ legs around his waist, and Louis laid his head on harry’s shoulder. By the time Harry was laying Louis down on the bed, Lou was already dozing off. Harry set him down and leaned down to kiss his lips softly. “Feel better hun, I love you, even when you wake me at godforsaken hours in the morning.”
“Mmmm, love you t…” and Louis was asleep. Harry laid down next to him and cuddled into him once again. It was okay. He got the message.
Harry clicked his tongue, scooting closer to Louis to see the baby better. “Aw, poor baby boy. At least he has an amazing father to make up for it,” Harry said softly. He smiled when the baby looked at him. “What’s his name? And yours? It’s for, um, scientific reasons.”
Louis chuckled as he gently rubbed Jacob’s back. “His name is Jacob, and I’m Louis. I’d shake your hand, but I have a two month old in my arms. What’s yours? It’s for scientific reasons.”
Harry played with Jacob’s small little hands. “M'name is Harry. And thanks for telling me your name, Louis. My fellow science partners will appreciate the details,” Harry said as Jacob wrapped his hand around his finger. “Aw. He likes me.”
or; the one where Louis is a young, single father and Harry is the barista that just so happens to be working that December day.
“I can’t decide whether I should fuck the sass out of you on my bed, or against this wall. What do think Tommo?” Harry breathed into the boy’s ear, almost sounding like a threat, as he watched Louis visibly shiver, being snapped out of his thoughts. Louis let out a shuddering breath as a whimper escaped his lips.
The one where Harry and Louis have hated each other from the start, well not really.
Autorka podkreśla, że ani ona, ani nikt z jej otoczenia nie jest niewidomy, więc nie wszystko może być opisane idealnie zgodnie z prawdą.
Więc! Shot doczekał się wreszcie swojej publikacji, siedział u mnie w folderach przez dobre tygodnie. Jest super i słodki, i w ogóle. Ma też swój cudowny sequel, którego będę bardziej niż chętna wam przetłumaczyć, jeśli tylko wykażecie zainteresowanie pierwszą częścią. Jak zawsze moja skrzynka jest otwarta, więc śmiało, nie gryzę. A teraz, miłego czytania!
Harry nie myśli zbyt wiele, kiedy wlecze się z biblioteki w późny wtorkowy wieczór z naręczem ciężkich książek w swoich ramionach. I z pewnością nie spodziewa się dzikich, szalonych chłopaków na swoich deskorolkach wjeżdżających prosto w niego z ogromną siłą, ale oczywiście, dokładnie to się dzieje.
– Kurwa – klnie, upadając, lądując w połowie na szczycie swoich książek i w połowie na chłopaku, który w niego wpadł.
– Oh, cholera – słyszy przekleństwo pochodzące od kogoś innego parę metrów dalej, po czym kroki się przybliżają. – Louis, w porządku? – ten sam głos pyta, a Harry wciąż nie może dojrzeć jego źródła, ale chłopak pod nim, jak i jednocześnie na nim – są całkiem nieźle splątani – jęczy w odpowiedzi.
“I need you to do something for me.” Harry said, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger.
“It seems like you’re asking me to kill for you, H.” Louis laughed nervously.
“It’s nothing that drastic, I promise. It’s just. I don’t think it’s a secret that I’m not a.. normal eighteen year old.” Louis furrowed his eyebrows at that, narrowing his eyes at the younger boy.
“Are people giving you a hard time?” Louis wondered. Harry shifted in his seat and brushed some of his fringe off his forehead.
“Yeah, that’s. That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” Harry swallowed nervously. He could feel the sweat pooling at his hairline so he wiped it with the sleeve of his sweater. “I need you to uhm, pretend to be my boyfriend.”
the one where harry is sick of getting bullied and casts louis as the hot punk boyfriend to scare them away. louis needs harry to return the favor.
Do you ever think about those lazy Sunday mornings? Louis’ blue eyes are all crinkly from squinting against the sunlight and Harry’s voice is still rough and raspy from the night before. When he whispers “goodmorning love” like he does every morning Louis still feels the butterflies in his tummy like it’s the first goddamn time. And all he can see anymore is green, he can’t look away from his love’s eyes because when he does he misses his boy, misses him every second his fingertips aren’t tracing his tattoos, always reminding himself over and over that this is real… because God it doesn’t matter how many warm kisses the younger boy presses against his skin every morning, Louis still feels like he hasn’t woken up from his dream.
I haven’t been around to read a lot of HL as I used to, but these are my current favorites, basically these are just the ones I actually managed to finish lately, so here you go; not in a specific order, or category.
You can message me if you want me to find a certain fic, category, theme or even kinks. I’ll try to find it.
With his best friend and eternal roommate Zayn getting married and
abandoning him, Louis has planned the world’s biggest stag do to send
him off into married life – a week in Thailand showing him all the
things he’s going to be missing when he becomes a married man. But Zayn
has neglected to mention that Louis’ ex and their old uni friend Paddy
will be coming – along with his successful, rich new boyfriend.
Determined not to let Paddy ruin his fun once again, he enlists the help
of an attractive backpacker by the name of Harry, who good-naturedly
agrees to go along with pretending he’s Louis’ boyfriend for the week. A
week of sun, sea, booze and no-strings-attached sex beckons, but as
always, things don’t go quite as planned…
[13k, side ziam, fake-boyfriends au, one shot, explicit.]
The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous
indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you
is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end,
nobody’s supposed to find out it’s about you.
The one where Harry
writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with
someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about
[19k, famous x journalist au, one shot, explicit.]
Harry smiles. He’s only known Louis for about two hours, knows
nothing about him past his first name, but he’s nice and sarcastic and
helpful and so, so pretty. And Harry’s still got a few days left in
Barcelona, and he thinks he wouldn’t mind spending them with Louis.
known as, Harry takes the summer before uni to travel Europe and meets
Louis in Barcelona, and they end up traveling together.
Harry is visibly buzzing with excitement as they get into the
police car, and Louis laughs, reaches out to put a hand on Harry’s knee
and try and calm him a bit. “Relax, McClane, we’re just stopping in on a
few of the local businesses to say hello. No need to sit with one
finger on the trigger.”
“I don’t think you’ll need to worry about
me being trigger-happy, Lou,” Harry says with another one of his
megawatt grins, patting the water pistol holstered by his hip.
where Louis is the chief of police in a small sea-side town and Harry
is his new deputy who’s a bit of a pacifist and a lot wonderful.
Harry’s brow furrows, a look of confusion spreading over his face.
“But I am real. I exist, see,” he says, raising a hand out of the water
and wiggling his fingers at Louis.
Louis finds himself relaxing a bit. Harry seems
harmless really. And he’s quite cute, for something that’s not supposed
to exist. If Louis is indeed having a hallucination right now, at least
it’s a cute one.
AU where Harry is a mermaid, Louis is a human, and they both discover a lot more than they anticipated.
“Kind of hard to reach my back with it though, innit?” Louis asks.
“I’d need someone else to really reach my sore spots, wouldn’t I? In
fact, all of this would be a little nicer with someone to share it with,
Harry stares at him for a moment, clearly debating over what to say. Eventually he blurts, “I could draw you a bath.”
Finally. Louis grins and looks up at a horror-stricken Harry
through his eyelashes. “That’s the sweetest come on I’ve ever heard,
Harry. Draw me a bath, though, are we sixty years old?”
Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, the two most loved coaches
on The Voice UK known for their banter on the show and best friendship
off. Louis’s determined to win and finally end Harry’s winning streak
with Zayn Malik on his team, but Harry’s flirting and Liam Payne have
— Or an AU based off the Voice where
Louis’s Adam, Harry’s Blake, Niall’s Shakira, Zayn and Liam have a
cliche Romeo/Juliet love story and Louis’s too old for pathetic pining.
[18k, side ziam, the voice au, one shot, teen and up.]
Opis: Na podstawie – „chłopak z mojej uczelni zerwał z dziewczyną, ponieważ zdał sobie sprawę, że jest gejem, a ona ujawniła go przed wszystkimi w jego szkole, ponieważ była wściekła, że z nią zerwał, więc on pieprzył się z jej bratem i to jest najbardziej niedorzeczne gówno, o jakim kiedykolwiek słyszałam”.
Od autorki: Dla @bloujobIips . Mam nadzieję, że się spodobało ! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
Od tłumaczki: Więc, dzień dobry ! Jest to moje pierwsze (ale najpierwsiejsze brzmi lepiej!) tłumaczenie i mam nadzieję, że nie spieprzyłam tego tak bardzo, jak mi się wydaje xd Ten shot spodobał mi się tak bardzo i nie mogłam przyjąć tego do wiadomości, że nie jest przetłumaczony, więc postanowiłam zadziałać na własną rękę. Mam nadzieję, że ogarniecie co i jak ! I jeśli się wam spodoba, dajcie jakikolwiek znak! (/^▽^)/
Dedykacja od tłumaczki: Kochanym dziewojom: Karolinie aka @xdonutxx oraz Ewelinie aka @xswaggirlxx , które stały się moją inspiracją do tłumaczenia !! A także Kornelii, która zawsze we mnie wierzy …
Ostrzeżenia: treść 18+ !!
Z perspektywy czasu, zerwanie ze swoją dziewczyną dokładnie na początku pierwszego semestru (i miesiąc przed ich pierwszą rocznicą) nie było najlepszym pomysłem Louisa, ale jeśli musiałby znosić Eleanor przez jeszcze jeden tydzień dłużej, prawdopodobnie zakończyłby to długim spacerem z końca klifu. Louis wiedział, że musiał to skończyć, kiedy ona zaczęła mówić o przeniesieniu ich związku na następny poziom i rozumiał, że przez “następny poziom” ma na myśli seks i chociaż nawet robili już inne rzeczy, Louis nawet zrobił jej palcówkę raz czy dwa, ale sama myśl o włożeniu jego kutasa gdziekolwiek w pochwę sprawiała Louisa miększym niż marshallow*.
Maybe he was in denial about Louis nesting. He’s not sure why, it’s not a bad thing, in fact Harry found it incredibly endearing and cute, his beautiful omega getting their house ready for the little ones. Even so, there’s no way he could deny it now.
Harry’s a professional photographer and he can never keep his mind off of different ways he can take pictures of Louis. Louis can be a bit camera shy, but Harry finds a way to build up his confidence and get him to relax in front of the lens. Louis discovers just how much the camera loves him.