Fic Rec Friday!
Well this week has been extra shitty hasn’t it? Here’s some fics that I’ve been reading to take my mind off things, I hope you enjoy some of them!
the AU where Harry works at Jason Mraz’s avocado farm, Louis works for BuzzFeed, and they’ve only got a few hours to fall in love.
Harry is sixteen years old when he meets his soulmate.
Niall sighs. He leans forward, pushing his mug of tea carefully to the side, before bracing his elbows on the table, chin in his hands. It makes him look like some sort of bottle-blonde cherub. “You have quite the fanbase, Harry. I’m not denying that. And you’ve done a good job of popping out every once in a while in the past two years, just to make sure you’re still talked about. But that’s all you’ve done, and I’m not satisfied. I want more.” He blinks at Harry. “Don’t you want more?”
(Or: AU where Harry and Louis compete in the Lip Sync Battle)
It doesn’t explain why he’s lying on the floor, with Harry Styles, of all people, planking on top of him.
As in, seventeenth most influential person in London, pop-star-turned-rock-star Harry Styles. The same Harry Styles who has had countless model girlfriends, left, right and centre. Also the same Harry Styles who has been the subject of Louis’ wet dreams since he was about eighteen.
(Or: Louis is a Radio 1 DJ and Harry is a pop-star he interviews.)
After a conversation with his Uni friends, Harry worries that his relationship with Louis has lost it’s spark.
(aka: an incredibly silly modern day love story ft. awkward boners, grumpy neighbours and Cosmopolitan sex tips.)
“When will we sleep for more than three hours uninterrupted?”
“Eighteen more years,” Louis replies jokingly, his laughter rumbling through Harry’s body. “We’ll get through it.”
“The dream team,” Harry says, and Louis pulls him in closer.
Or, the one where Harry worries about raising two kids, but Louis knows they’ll always be okay.
“Cherry blossoms,” Harry mumbles. “The solution’s cherry blossoms.”