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First Lines

Thank you @all-these-larrythings for tagging me

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I only have 16 so I’ll post those :)

1. I’m All Yours - It was fairly dark in the studio while Louis was trying to finish the vocals for No Control. He was trying his best, but his frustration was mounting.

2. To See Like Your Eyes Do - Louis stirs awake when the driver stops in front of his and Harry’s house. He stretches quickly before making his way out of the car, thanking the driver for his time.

3. All I Wanna Do - It’s been a year, 3 months, 23 days, 14 hours and 42 minutes since Louis last saw Harry. As soon as the hiatus began, they broke the news to Niall and Liam that they had in fact been broken up since Zayn left the band.  Harry and Louis had agreed to not say anything until the break because they didn’t want to add any more stress to what was already going on around them.  

4. I love How You Go Down - Not many 20 year old popstars can say they’ve reached their three year anniversary with the love of their life. Even fewer can say they’ve reached such a milestone with their bandmate.  And if you’re Harry Styles, no one would even believe he’s in a serious relationship if they go by what’s in current tabloids sitting on magazine stands around the world.

5. Never Too Late - Harry’s always had a thing for the color blue. He smiles to himself when he pulls up to his temporary new home.

6. Keep Your Enemies Closer - Six months into their hiatus and Louis doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s gone on a holiday with his family, has gotten to visit some parts of the world he’s wanted to visit all of his life.  He’s had a lot of rest, maybe even too much rest if you ask him.

7. Day 17: Let My Body Do the Work - Louis’ day had started out great, waking up to a full english breakfast that Harry had prepared for them in the kitchen. Harry was wearing his “Kiss the Chef” apron, as he filled their plates with food. Louis couldn’t help think how lucky he was to have such a wonderful husband.

8. Just Breathe - Harry is late. The cool fall breeze hits his cheeks as he scurries across campus to get to his philosophy class on time.  He’s hot and flushed as he moves as quick as he can without looking like a complete lunatic in the unseasonably warm October weather.

9. Bend Me, Shape Me (first line of the part I wrote)
Harry’s mind was swirling with all sorts of emotions trying to figure out what the fuck he’d forgotten.

10. Follow Your Heart - Louis imagines some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.

11. In This Moment - Louis hates hospitals. The smell of antiseptic and floor cleaner and even a bit of latex, it all puts Louis off completely, making him want to get out of here as soon as possible.

12. Kiwi - Louis is hot. And sweaty.  Being surrounded by thousands of people doesn’t help either.  But, he’s at Lollapalooza, so he isn’t going to complain.

13. Far Away - The London air smells so familiar that Harry finds himself taking long deep breaths as he steps outside of the airport.

14. Bring Me Home - There’s a lot Louis has learned about Harry since he saw him all those months ago in Chicago.

15. Carry This Feeling (First line I wrote)
The California sky is electric blue with hues of grey, the sun bright and hot as Louis drives down the coast in a BMW convertible.  His hair is whipping around his face in the wind, but it feels refreshing and far from the slow, damp crawl of traffic back home in London.

16. Wanna Wake Up and See Your Face - A cold shiver awakens Harry, making him reach for the duvet laying across his hips. 

 
10 are from Louis’ POV I notice..haha

I will tag my favorite people, so I apologize if you’ve already done this and I haven’t seen it yet. @a-writerwrites , @lululawrence, @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee, @indiaalphawhiskey, @suddenclarityharry, @haloeverlasting, @tvshows-addict, @icanhazzalou, @tempolarriefix, @wellingtontat 

Title: Waiting On You
Rating
: Explicit
Word Count
: 76k
Chapters
: 8/8 (Complete)
Summary:

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

remember when zayn and louis didnt have a fucking clue what the lyrics of stockholm syndrome were even though it was added to the setlist so when they had to perform it live they sounded like drunk 14 year olds being forced to do karaoke like zayn sang literally one line of his solo then just went “stockkhooolmmm syndrommeee… eerrrgmmmmhsmmmuuu… BEIN HELD BY U” and louis sang the words to half of harrys solo instead like “who’s that shadow holding my hand… talkin bout her eyes….” louis did u really think thats what the song was

Whipped...friends??

Y/N would have never imagined the amount of attention being Harry’s best friend would bring. There’s also always speculations, suspicions that the two might be more than friends, given the fact that when they go out, it’s like they might as well be joined at the hip. Where Harry is on a day off, Y/N is sure to follow, and the paparazzi gets pictures of it all. But Y/N’s always been just a friend. It’s not like she trails behind him like a puppy, no. Harry just always loves having her around, finds comfort in the way she talks to him without a hint of glorification. Tracing back to the beginning of their friendship, Y/N didn’t tip toe around Harry, trying to make sure to not say the wrong thing, never really made impressing Harry a priority. And Harry really appreciated that.

And the relentless bother and questions of “are you two dating?” doesn’t end with the public, no, it continues, and probably gets more intense coming from their group of friends.

Whenever Y/N steps away from Harry’s side, there’s always one of the boys whispering to him about how they’re sure she’s got him wrapped around her pretty little finger. How at the call of his name, Harry never thinks twice about dropping everything and tending to her wants and needs. They make it sound awful in a way, as if Y/N is always needy of Harry and demanded his attention. But they don’t mean it like that really, just like bothering him about it, specially because he gets all worked up in trying to defend her.

They even comment about how they’ve taken notice to the fact Harry’s smile can stretch for miles at the mention of her name, which Harry has never denied. Only nods his head in amusement at the fact others notice.

And maybe their secret little escapes to what they refer to as “friend dates” are no help. They’ll be having a night in on the sofa, Harry sat at the edge of it, elbow propped on the arm rest, mindlessly scrolling through texts and thumbs swift on the screen, typing replies to friends. And obviously Y/N’s with him, lying down and feet resting on his lap, her head flat on the cushion, eyes shut because she quite enjoys just lying about in a silent room, knowing Harry’s there. And it’s not until he shuffles to stand up, pushing her legs off him in the process, that she opens her eyes and follows his body across the room where he doubles over to slip on his YSL boots before he goes for his coat. With a small whisper of “ye’ comin’?” Y/N is sure to follow his steps. Most nights like that they end up in some random bar or restaurant, sat on a stool or a booth, laughing and eating. Harry will often opt to sit next to her rather than in front, taking the chance to lay his head on her shoulder. Even kiss at her neck sometimes.

And when the boys catch a glimpse of the paparazzi photos taken of them all cuddly on a random Tuesday night at a local cafe, Harry’s phone just about overloads with texts from Niall going on about “I knew it!” And “just ask her, man!”

So no, it’s not out of the ordinary for Louis to make a ‘wuh-PSSSH’ sound followed by something snarky like “so whipped, mate. And she’s not even ye’ girlfriend,” when he notices Harry’s stare trailing to where Y/N goes as she makes breakfast for the lot. Harry tries to disregard the comment as Louis takes a seat next to him at the kitchen island.

“What’re you guys going on about over there?” Y/N asks, giggling to herself, “got Harry blushing and all.”

And of course with no chill what so ever, Liam pats Harry on the back, a devilish smile playing on his lips, “Harry here has found himself head over heels.”

Y/N can’t deny that her heart sinks a little at that, but she doesn’t let it faze her, or at least she doesn’t show it. “Really?? Oh who is she??”

“Yeah, Harry! Tell our lovely Y/N who’s the lucky woman!” Harry would hope Niall would be the one not to indulge in his current tormenting.

But Harry can only look at Y/N, her eyes locked on his from across the room. And Harry swears he’s never seen her look at him the way she is right now.

And the boys don’t mean to over tease him this time, just wish he’d finally let it out and tell her because they’re rather sure Y/N feels the same. It’s hard not to notice the way she looks at him, eyes full of adoration and dare they say, love.

When the air has fallen silent for far too long, Liam decides to change the subject for Harry’s sake and stands up to give Y/N a hand with the pouring of the beverages.

“You two have gotten to the point where you grocery shop together.” Liam starts again when Y/N steps away for more milk, “you cook together. You do laundry together. You’re always going on dates. You go with her for manis and pedis, and I’m sure you enjoy it, too.”

“So wha’?? I like spendin’ time with her.” Harry doesn’t really see why that’s so bad, being whipped and all.

“You sleep together,” Louis chimes in, “hell, wouldn’t be surprised if you showered together.”

Now that’s just nonsense.

“Sod off ye’ prick.”


It’s been a few weeks since the day Y/N found out Harry’s interested in someone. And she’d be lying if she said it doesn’t keep her awake at night. Awake while she’s lying next to Harry because of the fact that they’d much rather sleep together than alone. But when she looks over at him, she can’t help but smile.

She’s lying on her side, eyes tracing his, rid of any wrinkles they get when he smiles or frowns. They trace all of him. From his eyes to his eyebrows, then his cheeks and to his nose, where she kisses lightly, careful not to wake him. He only crinkles it for a short second, to which she only smiles. Her eyes linger down his neck, tracing every muscle and crevice until she’s looking at the tattoos on his chest, the steady rise and fall of it has her breathing adapting to his.

It’s when she looks at his parted bubble gum pink lips that she raises a hand, her index finger ghosting over his bottom lip. The touch has Harry stirring, eyes open for a moment before he puckers his lips to peck her finger, a smile on his face. He flutters his eyes shut for a second before resting his hand on her waist and rubbing his thumb gently on the exposed skin. He moans in content, pulls her body closer to his and rests his lips on her hair line.

“Go t'sleep, pet.”

And why oh why did she ever think some friendly flirting and bed sharing with her best friend could never lead to any emotional attachment.


The cuddles hasn’t stopped. Harry’s lingering kisses and hugs hasn’t stopped. The boys teasing on Harry behind Y/N’s back hasn’t stopped. Y/N sleeping in Harry’s bed hasn’t stopped. And Y/N’s constant self reminder that Harry might just be in love with someone else has not stopped.

If she’s being quite honest, she’s not liking the way the boys snicker and whisper to Harry when she walks off. And she really doesn’t like how whatever and whoever they’re whispering about is making Harry blush and smile sheepishly like crazy. Wishes she knew what they’re always being so secretive about. But giving it a second thought, maybe she doesn’t wanna know. It’s all the same to her now though.

The movie on the telly doesn’t seem to distract her anymore, not from her thoughts which are taking over her mind the more time she spends in Harry’s home. And to add to that, the second she steps back into the room with a bowl of popcorn the boys go silent. It makes her feel awful…left out, but she’s sure they don’t mean to do it. She should be thankful right? At least they’re nice enough not to talk about Harry’s girl in front of her, or maybe that’s just something she wants to believe.

“Oh popcorn.” Niall’s first to reach out and grab a handful before she’s even had the chance to get to her seat next to Harry.

“Thanks, love.” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek the second she sits down.

She notices out of the corner of her eye how Louis smirks and nods his head when Harry wraps his arm around her shoulder. What’s so funny??

The moment Harry presses another kiss to the top of her head is the moment she realizes she’s had enough. It’s the moment she realizes she can’t keep pretending and letting herself fall even more. Not after what Liam said.

“I have to go. It’s getting pretty late.” This catches everyone off guard, especially Harry.

When she stands up to leave, his fingers around her wrist are quick to make her stop and have her look down at him, still sat on the sofa. “Wha’ do ye’ mean? Ye’ always spend the night, poppet.”

His brows are furrowed now, grip tight on her wrist, fearing that if he loosens it she might just slip away.

Of course they can’t ignore the other people in the room though, so when Y/N’s eyes avert to the boys, Harry is quick to stand up and lead them away.

“Everythin’ a'right?” His eyes scan hers for answers, his hand now cupping her neck, thumb rubbing soothingly at her jaw.

The cool of his rings on her skin keep her at ease. But the uncertainty in her eyes has Harry feeling all types of useless.

“Tell me wha’s wrong, little one. Wha’ can I do to make ye’ feel better?”

And those words would have made no sense if it wasn’t for the sudden feeling of Harry wiping away a stray tear she didn’t notice she’d shed.

She can’t. She can’t break down. Not in front of him. What can she say for him to let her go??

“Nothing’s wrong, Harry.”

But she’s sure he doesn’t believe her, not one bit. He knows her too well.

And she can tell he’s about to say something else, and she knows if she lets him, she’s sure to fall back into whatever they have.

“I’ve really got to go. I’ve got a date in an hour and I have to go get ready.”

As much bullshit of an excuse as that is, Harry’s grip on her wrist loosens, and the hand on her neck falls.

And she takes the opportunity to slip out the door.



Whipped…friends?? Or.. (Part Two)

James Corden was just on The Talk and the hosts brought up having Louis on the Late Late Show next week!  They asked James how they met and explained the story of Johannah reaching out to him years after first meeting up so he could keep an eye on Louis since he just moved to London and didn’t know anyone. Then James mentioned how close he was with Louis and Harry and the rest of the boys and how proud he is of how far Louis has come and it’s exciting to see him on the show next week as a solo artist!  They didn’t mention the song or anything but I just thought it was a nice mention of Louis to bring attention to him. 🤗

hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of february. I recommend that you read these great fics in march, if you haven’t already. there are SO many good and unique AUs this round, so please check them out!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Saved Tonight (30k)**

Harry is the world’s most persistent seduction-baker, a questionable dog-sitter, and Louis’s biggest fan. Louis hasn’t written in years, is trying to pass loneliness off as cynicism, and absolutely hates his fans. It’s probably destiny.

2. Too Real to Fake It (82k)*

With seven years of blissful marriage behind them and four wonderfully unique kids to brag about, Harry and Louis seem to finally have life all figured out and under control. How much more real could it get?

Very real it turns out, when Harry reluctantly leaves home for a 5 day business trip leaving Louis to manage their rambunctious, hyperactive household. Do they really have it all under control or are they just faking it?

Featuring all the usual suspects, inside jokes, embarrassing moments and of course, Harry and Louis’ wild antics + the addition of their four equally wild and outrageous kids.

3. When You Look Like That (16k)*

“You… you still have the dress form I got you for your eighteenth birthday? You’ve kept it for ten years, Harry?” Louis’ eyes flick around Harry’s studio. It’s big and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that help flood the room in bright sunlight, just like the lobby. However, he can’t stop staring at the faded, but present, heart surrounding the “H + L” written delicately in Louis’ handwriting in the center of the mannequin.

Louis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.

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