louis' forehead

im still literally so…… WOW that louis tweeted harry for his bday, pre-planned not to do promo on harrys bday, harry only went to that tequila and taco party for like halvies and then louis went back to work the next day and posted a pic of him wearing a rose shirt. i…. am…. so… WOW

KIWI

by fondleeds

With a stuttered mixture of a laugh and a groan, Harry lets his head droop, pushes his forehead against Louis’ chest and leans into him, fingers curled around the railing. 

“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes.

Louis lets out a puff of laughter, and when Harry lifts his eyes, the look in Louis’ gaze is one he knows too well, so distinctively coy and mischievous and gently charming, his lips quirked up with a smirk. Harry’s heart falls into the palms of his playful hands. “You’re into it.”

-

AU. Harry plays on Saturday nights at The Motley. Louis bartends on Saturday nights at The Motley. It’s a thing.

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I bet Harry has to consciously stop himself from raging every time he looks at that bruise on Louis forehead. I don't think he is someone that would deal with Louis being hurt very calmly.

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Hello! So Monday came a bit too early (28 mins to be exact) As promised, here’s a new Monday Fic Rec:

Something to Prove by trysomecats:

Summary: Louis is the first and only omega to work at Red Valley Medical Center. Despite being more than qualified, he still faces prejudice for his career choice everyday. From patients refusing his treatment to condescending alpha doctors intervening with his work, practicing medicine in Boston is more challenging than Louis had ever thought it would be.

Word count: 9,389

i try my best to unwind (nothing on my mind but you) by resurrectdead:

Summary: In a haze of deodorant and hairspray, he thinks he pulled himself together fairly alright given the circumstances. So what he got some like, what, a week’s growth worth of scruff maybe, clutching his paper cup of tube-tea like it’s his lifeboat, but. He thinks it’s a good enough excuse for being 10 minutes late. 

He checks his phone. 

15 minutes. He’s going to be 15 minutes late to his first yoga class with some dickhead named Harry Styles.

or: louis is forced to join harry’s yoga class. the class is terrible but harry isn’t.

Word count: 15,966

i want you so much (but i hate your guts) by becauselarry:

Summary: AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can’t do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor’s certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn’t seem to like him complicates matters, though.

Word count: 83,648

Of Fake Love And Heartbreak by luminescence2:

Summary: Those eyes held promises that he couldn’t keep, held emotions he couldn’t feel, held a love he couldn’t express. (Or the one where Louis signs a contract to become famous and unknowingly signs his love away and loses Harry in the process, and he enlists the help of his lawyer to try and find a loophole in the contract)

Word count: 16,724

You Love Me, If You Love Me, Don’t Let Go by writerinacloud:

Summary: His name is up there. He’s the only Harry in this group. His eyes land on Louis, who swallows thickly. He gives Harry a small smile, brows raised a little. Harry is not dancing a solo. He’s dancing with the boy, who he never remembers. How the hell can he ever get anyone’s attention, when he doesn’t have any connection with this guy.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are students at The Juilliard School of Performing Arts and are dancing in the same group. Harry never notices Louis, the boy who is a year younger than him, mostly sticks to himself and practices hard (or that’s what Harry thinks). Louis on the other hand always sees the confident and focused Harry. Now they’re paired for a duo performance and they have to make it work, even though Louis’ eyes are towards London and Harry’s are towards a career after graduation, which he thinks he can only get with a solo performance.

Word count: 98,818

Hey I Heard You Were A Wild One (If I Took You Home It’d Be A Homerun) by Only_angel_28:

Summary: “Are you out?” Louis huffs a long suffering sigh as he studies Harry from the other side of the bar, the neon from the beer signs making his eyes glow an unnatural shade of blue, and causing Harry to question - not for the first time tonight - if he is real or just some fever dream-esque fantasy conjured up by Harry’s alcohol addled brain.

“You’re fucking kidding me right?” Harry laughs incredulously.

Louis is resolute in his posture as he continues to observe Harry, the slight arch of a brow his only acknowledgement of Harry’s question. That’s fine, Harry decides, it was mostly rhetorical anyway.

“A gay cowboy who rides for a living, can you imagine all the Brokeback Mountain jokes I’d have to endure on a daily basis? I don’t really fancy being compared to Jake Gyllenhaal.”

A hint of a smirk tugs at the corners of Louis’ pursed lips. “Now you’re the one who must be joking, because you are so clearly Heath Ledger in that scenario.”

Word count: 12,078

knives don’t have your back by turnyourankle:

Summary: The lone survivor of an on campus massacre that claimed the lives of his four housemates, Harry is urged to take a sabbatical or transfer. Instead, he chooses to stay in school, move into the dorms, and overcome his fears.

He finds comfort in a budding friendship with Louis, an upperclassman who lives on his floor, not realizing that their relationship will bring him closer to his traumatizing past rather than further from it.

Word count: 51,348

Maybe, One Day by dimpled_halo:

Summary: This time it was Louis who walked out. And he didn’t just walk out of the room. He walked out of the flat. Grabbed his keys and wallet, mumbled something about needing to get out of here, and just left.

Harry fell into a sobbing heap in the middle of their living room. All the anger and hurt he’d been holding in spilling out of him like a dam that finally gave in and broke.

It’s going to be okay. He’ll be back. He always comes back. Right?

Harry and Louis have a fight. Harry spends 24 hours alone, battling the inevitable panic over what his life would be without his husband.

Word count: 3,063

kiwi by fondleeds:

Summary: With a stuttered mixture of a laugh and a groan, Harry lets his head droop, pushes his forehead against Louis’ chest and leans into him, fingers curled around the railing.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes.

Louis lets out a puff of laughter, and when Harry lifts his eyes, the look in Louis’ gaze is one he knows too well, so distinctively coy and mischievous and gently charming, his lips quirked up with a smirk. Harry’s heart falls into the palms of his playful hands. “You’re into it.”

AU. Harry plays on Saturday nights at The Motley. Louis bartends on Saturday nights at The Motley.

It’s a thing.

Word count: 24,110

a barista and a businessman by stylinsondrabbles:

Summary: Harry is a barista at Starbucks in the business district, and one day a pompous asshole named Louis walks in on his phone and just continuously pisses Harry off.

Louis calls Harry "Curly” and thinks he’s a very important businessman, but Harry thinks he’s just a dick who doesn’t know how to hang up his phone.

Thinking he’s clever, Harry purposefully misspells Louis’ name every time he comes in. Louis is not okay with that.

Word count: 21,700

rosaline; ashton irwin

summary; he felt his heart flutter whenever he saw her but his heart pounded when he saw you.

words; 1,519

a/n; uh, high school au’s anyone?? i’m a slut for them so i wrote this. basically it’s where he has a huge crush on one girl and gets his heart broken by her but then he meets you and wonders why the hell he wasted his time on the first girl. so basically it’s like rosaline and romeo, hence the title! also i’m so sorry if your name is the same as the girl ashton has a crush on, i just wanted to dedicate a character to my friend who is the biggest ashton stan.

also this is unedited bc i’m trash but it was already bad enough so.

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Baby Butterfly - (miracusims)

hey Bully!! Papa!Louis!! @bullysquadess @miracusims


Louis -


It had been a long time since he had gone to one of these family gatherings. It was a party celebrating Bridgette, Dom, and Felix getting together and starting a life together and if Louis was being honest with himself, he felt a little jealous. They got the happy ending he had given up on years ago. He had a new happy ending now, one he had never dreamed of. But he loved his life now, his heart was full. Maybe everything wasn’t as okay as it could’ve been, but he was happy and he had kept his little girl alive and happy for three years so that made it okay.

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Louis held Harry’s hand in his own as their eyes stayed locked together. He could tell how nervous his love was by the way he wouldn’t leave his bottom lip alone and the bouncing of his leg. As the first notes of his song started playing on the radio, live for the first time worldwide, Louis pressed their foreheads together, trying to keep his boy calm and make sure that he knew how much he was loved and supported. The bouncing of Harry’s knee slowed, a fond grin spreading across his face as Louis softly hummed along to the song, already known by heart. As the last of the recording played, they both had tears in their eyes and wide smiles on their faces, proud of one another for getting so far together and excited for what the future had in store for them. 

It’s hot out, which Harry should’ve expected, but it was still a welcoming change from drizzly London, the sun warming his skin. He stepped out the plane, nearly tripping down the stairs with his long boots skimming the ground, ready to exchange for flip-flops, or, even better, no shoes at all. The rest of his band were standing near the rental cars, talking and laughing while slowly stripping from the heavy layers, layers needed in cold England, but no longer needed in sunny tropics.

“It’s hot as fuck,” his love’s airy voice came from the top of the staircase, and he turned to see his boy squinting at the sun, already changed into cargo shorts and a tank top, sunglasses tucked into his collar, his golden skin seeming to come to life, “And bright too. Can someone turn down the sun?” He complained, gracefully coming down the stairs to latch himself against Harry’s side.

“Lou, you have sunglasses on you right now,” Harry teased, rolling his eyes as he took the glasses and slowly slipped them on Louis’ face, kissing his crinkled nose, “That better?”

Louis nodded, smiling with his head tilted up, “Much,” and brings their lips together softly, a bare trace of kisses to come.

“You all done?” Mitch called to them, breaking their bubble as they look over and see the full band watching them with fond eyes and silly grins, “Some of us want to actually get to the bungalow,”

Louis looked back to Harry, leaning up to wrap his arms around the taller boys neck and pull him into a quick kiss, a mere peck, “Ready, love?”

Harry returned the embrace, arms wrapped around his waist, and pressed their foreheads together, “With you by my side? Always.”


~~~


“Did you really make a proper English fry-up when we’re over 4,000 miles from London, and in the middle of a Caribbean paradise?” Louis asked, slowly pulling himself up from where he was spread eagle over their bed, the silk sheets pooling around his waist.

Harry sat down on the bed, across from Louis so they could make faces at each other while eating, and set the tray between them, “The past few days all we’ve had for breakfast is fruit, with the occasional bagel. Thought you could use something greasy,” Harry reasoned.

“Greasier than me, you mean?” Louis replied, taking a huge bite of his eggs, eyes nearly rolling back in his head, “Fuck, forgot how good this is. You fed the rest of the band, right?” He asked, always one to care about others.

“You’re not greasy, love. Just glowing,” Harry shot back, giggling at the pale pink coloring the other man’s cheeks, dodging the piece of bacon lobbed at him, “And yes, I fed the others, can’t have my band starve,” he grinned, and Louis laughed in response, his eyes crinkling up at the corners, a trait Harry was so helplessly in love with.

The two sat in relative silence, eating their breakfast and occasionally sticking their tongues out at each other, sharing giggles while the rest of the band move around the house, the sounds of showers being turned on and off, shouts and laughter. Louis finished his food, and pushed back against the headboard watching Harry slowly eat the rest of his eggs, “What are our plans for the day?” He asked, losing patience after ten seconds of watching him eat.

Harry smiled, and pushed away his plate, standing up to stretch, “Well, I know everyone wants to go swimming, so definitely that first,” he tapped his bottom lip, before breaking into a mischievous smirk, Louis getting a flashback of the 16 year old boy he fell in love with, “Sex On the Beach?” He propositioned with a wink, making Louis laugh.

“The act or the drink?” Louis waggled his eyebrows, both of them bursting into loud laughter when there was an unmistakable retching sound from behind their bedroom door.

“Quit being nosy, Sarah!” Harry yelled, banging on the door, tears in his eyes, smile so bright Louis’ heart felt like it was being clenched, “C’mon, Lou, let’s get dressed,” Harry pulled the smaller man out of bed, Louis feeling no insecurity being naked in front of his lover, twirling him around until they were at their joint dresser, and rifling through the top drawer, “Blue or green?” He asked, holding up two different colored trunks, but with the same striped pattern.

Louis crossed his arms, and gave Harry a look, one he was famous for, a tilt to his hip and one eyebrow raised, “What do you think?” He responded, smiling brightly when he’s handed the green pair, quickly sliding them on and wiggling to fit, laughing as Harry does the same, his long Bambi legs being as difficult as usual.

“Race to the beach?” Harry propositioned, stretching out his legs, and Louis nodded, “Alright, we’ll start at the back door, when I say go, no cheating,” he wagged his finger, and Louis rolled his eyes, but agreed to his terms. As soon as their bedroom door was opened, he shot off like a rocket, laughing at the pounding footsteps of Harry chasing after him.

A few hours passed, and Louis had sand everywhere, his skin was warm and a tad pink looking, a signal for more sunscreen, and his hair was full of salt, but fluffy. He was leaned back, pressed into Harry’s arms, sitting between his legs, as they watched the water, “I’d say today was productive,” Harry said, breaking the silence. Louis tilted his head back to look up at Harry’s face.

“We didn't​ write anything, nor record anything, we just sat on the beach,” Louis pointed out, wondering what Harry meant by “productive”.

“Yeah, but,” he leaned down and kisses Louis’ forehead, “I spent it all with you.” The smaller man cuddled back between his lover’s legs, and closed his eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of the broad chest beneath him, hearing Harry start to hum something familiar sounding, after a few seconds of this, Louis spoke up.

“Are you really humming If I Could Fly at me?” He asked, without opening his eyes, a small smile forming on his face as Harry’s chest starts to shake with laughter.

“Something like that,” he answered, hooking his chin on Louis’ shoulder, “I’m home to you, aren’t I?” Louis giggled sleepily, his voice already starting to sound warmer and gravelly, “I’m gonna miss you,” Harry confessed quietly, tracing slow lazy circles onto the soft skin underneath his fingertips, and Louis swallowed past the lump in his throat, determined for his voice to not choke up.

“A week and a half, Haz,” he tried to speak reassuringly, “We can last that, yeah?” Harry made a low hum sound in the back of his throat, before sighing lightly, the rush of cold hair giving Louis goosebumps.

“I believe,” he started slow, “That we can last forever.” His voice no longer timid at saying something so deep and intimate, knowing for sure that Louis felt the exact same. Their grips tightened around each other, and they laid like that, watching the sun disappear below the horizon, a calmness in the air.


~~~


Harry is running off of four hours of sleep, and it’s become noticeable in his song-writing, the theme drifting more towards melancholy, and longing, and breaking free. He also was checking his phone obsessively, something he promised he wouldn’t do the entire time here, vowing to not even turn the thing on. But it felt like as soon as Louis left, his phone never left his hand, waiting for something, a text, a tweet, a selfie on Instagram, just anything so he could remember what his boy felt like.

“H, it’s been four days,” Mitch called him out, after the 20th pause in recording for grown man to race to his phone, “You can’t make it four days without him?”

Harry knew it was meant as a light ribbing, but it hit all the same, that he really can’t last four days without his baby, “I miss him,” he pouted, “I just wish he were back here with me, with us. He deserves a vacation.”

“And he’ll get one once he’s back, H.” Mitch cut in, “Your boy will be back in your arms, you’ll be in your safe area, where you can hide from everything, and spend the time together.” He looked up from where he was doodling on their notebook, smiling kindly, “Won’t that be lovely?”

Harry nodded, knowing Mitch was right, and that he should calm down and wait for Louis to return to him. Pulling the notebook towards him, Harry carefully penned, under the already written words, “We’ve got to get away,” and looked back up to see his guitarist with a sparkle in his eye, and they shared a quick nod, like an unspoken word between the two.

After eight days, Harry was pretty sure his new band hated him. He had penned out quite a few songs in the past few days, some good enough to make the album, but all the same theme. Loneliness, heartbreak, lost love, soulmates, being caged. And they were only words on paper, no actual music for accompaniment.

“Harry, please, two more days,” Clare begged him, “Just two more days, and he’ll be back, you can make it.”

He put his head in his hands, dragging his hands through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, “I’m sorry, I’m not usually like this,” Harry apologized, not looking up, “God, I’m pathetic,” he cursed himself, looking up in shock when she hit his arm.

“You are not pathetic, Harold,” she chided him, before smiling, “You are in love. You want your boy here because this is your first solo album, you want him to be here for the adventure, the creation. This album’s a huge part of you, and so is he, so of course you want the two to share a time slot,” she spoke simply, explaining in such an easy way, that it felt like the gears of Harry’s brain just clicked back into place, and started to whirl.

“You’re right,” he said quietly, “Oh, my god, you’re right!” He jumped up from the kitchen table, kissed her on the cheek, and raced down the hall, slamming into the recording studio, surprising Mitch out of his seat where he was casually strumming, “I need a guitar, and a pen.” He ordered, and Mitch looked surprised for a second, before getting a steely look in his eye.

“Damn right, you do,” he grinned, and Harry felt the tug at his own lips.

It’s day ten, nearly day eleven, and Harry was laying in bed alone. The last time he talked to Louis was two days ago, where he just had to call and tell his boy all about the new song they were recording, a song about New York and talking to walls, and Louis was excitedly shouting back into the phone. The two giggled like children, and hanging up was the most difficult thing, but they knew that in two more days there would be a reunion, and that’s all the encouragement they needed to get back to their schedules.

Only now, it was nearly midnight, and Harry was still in a half empty bed. Louis didn’t give a specific time on when he was going to be back, just that it was probably going to be late. The band had tried to convince Harry to stay up and watch a movie with them, a cheesy rom-com knowing how much it would entice him, but he denied, instead choosing to stare at his ceiling and wait. The window was open, and the rushing of waves had lulled him into a near sleeping state, the air slowly cooling the later it got into the night, crickets chirping and sounding like they were on his windowsill.

“Harry! Get outta bed, we need you!” One of the members (Harry was so sleepy he couldn’t remember whose voice it was) yelled from the front room, making him groan and slowly pull himself from the bed, ready to stomp out and throw a tantrum at them for interrupting his near-nap.

He threw open the door, opening his mouth to yell back, when a body collided into him, nearly knocking him to the floor. The smell of sunshine and cologne filled his nostrils, and he felt his eyes almost instantly tear up, which he quickly tried to blink away as he wrapped his arms around the small curvy body he knows almost as well as his own, “They may need you, but I need you more,” Louis’ raspy voice felt like music to his ears, a gentle laugh escaping his mouth as watery blue eyes met his, “Are you crying? Come on, it’s not that big of a deal.” Louis teased, knowing full well his own eyes were wet. Harry ran his fingers across the slight bags under his lover’s eyes, wiping away the tears and kissing him softly on the mouth.

“I just missed you,” he explained, pulling back to rest their foreheads together. Louis grinned widely at him, his eyes crinkling, and they kissed again, ignoring the cheers from the living room.


~~~


“You’re a messy drunk, Harold. I’m not going to clean up after you if you make a mess,” Louis warned, his boy already a little buzzed, his voice lower and warmer, dimples on permanent prominent display. The band had decided after nearly two months of recording, they wanted to get massively drunk and throw a bonfire on the beach, inviting some of the local friends they made. A whole bottle of tequila later, they were all dancing in the sand, running away from the waves and screaming when the water touched their ankles.

“You’ll still take care of me, and yoooooou know it” Harry drawled, giggling when Louis shook his head with a fake exasperated sigh.

“The things I do for you,” he teased, lacing their fingers together and using his shoulder as an armrest.

“Can we go swimming?” Harry asked after a few seconds, looking down at Louis with his bright green eyes that were hard to say no to.

“Sure, baby,” Louis gave in, “Just take off your shirt so it doesn’t get wet,” he instructed, laughing when Harry nodded solemnly, but started to slowly strip while wiggling his hips, which Louis copied, till both their shirts were in a pile at their feet, the two left only in their swim trunks. They raced toward the sea, always a competition, attracting the attention of their friends, who quickly followed after, till it was just a large group of adults splashing each other, the moon reflecting off the water, leaving everything shiny and radiant. Distantly, Louis heard one of the girls shrieking as she was carted over and dropped in the freezing water, still in her dress, “You fucker!” She yelled at the guy, presumably her boyfriend from the way he was looking at her, but she spoke with no malice, and quickly was overcome with giggles, everyone joining in, as the waves crashed around them.

“Let’s all get warm by the fire!” Sarah called, to everyone’s agreement, and quickly they all fled the cold water and sped over to where their fire was roaring, sparks flickering towards the sky.

“Now my dress is all wet,” the girl frowned, and Louis turned to see Harry holding out his own shirt and pants to her, a small grin on his face.

“Switch!” He laughed, and the girl didn’t hesitate to pull off her dress and hand it over, accepting the large shirt and pulling it on, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Harry, you’re huge, I don’t think that dress is gonna fit you…” Louis told him hesitantly, watching as he pulled the collar over his head, looking vaguely tangled.

His green eyes popped out, fire dancing in his eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous, it’ll fit like a glove,” he tugged, slipping his arms through the sleeves, and pulling the fabric down till it just barely reached his mid-thigh, “See? Perfect!” Harry exclaimed, smiling at everybody’s cheers, doing a little twirl to show off.

“If you say so, love,” Louis shook his head lightly, knowing that the dress was probably going to split sometime tonight and they’d have to buy the poor girl a new one.

“Everyone! Pick up your shot glasses, because I propose a toast!” Mitch’s voice boomed, making everyone scramble to grab their glasses from where they were left on towels, while Mitch walked around pouring a bit of vodka, that he got from God knows where, into each little cup, before going back to his original spot and holding his drink forward, “To new friends!” He cheered.

“To making memories!” Sarah interjected, earning a cheer herself.

“To making this album,” Harry spoke up, voice quiet and smile kind.

Louis leaned forward, gathering the attention on himself, “And to Harry Styles,” he spoke firmly, looking at his boy, hoping to convey all the love, pride, and adoration he could with only one look.

“To Harry Styles!” Everyone chorused back, and Louis saw the fire reflecting off the tears forming in Harry’s eyes, as they all clinked their glasses together.

The two pulled each other close, an arm wrapped around their bodies, fitting as they were always meant to, always supposed to. “To home,” Harry said quietly, a toast meant only for LouisandHarry.

“To home,” Louis repeated, and they clinked their glasses together, a beautiful sound on a beautiful night.

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How are Harry and Louis from never be doing? Did Louis get summer Harry?

It’s mid-July and New York is burning hot. Record temps, they’re saying. This part of the state hasn’t seen a heat wave like this in nearly 80 years. It’s hot enough for Louis to call out of work twice this past week to work from home, because the idea of sitting on the subway with a handful of sweaty strangers is enough to make him well up with tears. Harry snorts when Louis tells him he isn’t heading into the office again, shaking the bath water out of his hair as he says, “It isn’t even that hot, Louis. You’re being dramatic.”

Louis flips him off on his way to the kitchen and calls out over his shoulder, “I hope you burst into flames once you walk outside.”

“Thanks, love you, too.”

After Harry leaves for work, Louis makes himself comfortable - and half naked - on the couch, air conditioning blowing as cold as he can make it, his work documents scattering across the floor from the breeze. He groans, wipes his brow with the back of his hand. Fuck it. Work isn’t happening today. It’s not meant to be. Global warming is against him, and who is he to fight Mother Nature?

He hasn’t heard from Harry all day, which isn’t out of the norm. He’s been insanely busy over the past two months, projects taking over his life from 9-5, sometimes spilling into his down time at home. And Louis thought he’d be bothered by Harry bringing his work home so frequently, but he likes being able to see exactly what he’s doing during the day, likes being involved in it. Harry takes the time to explain, asking Louis for his honest opinions, and Louis has no problem turning the TV’s volume way down just so he can play along.

“Really, Styles? Times New Roman with italics? This isn’t a barn.”

“That’s… not the point of what I’m showing you.”

“Well, it should be.”

Harry furrows his brows and looks down at his laptop, and Louis can tell he’s changing the font without being able to see the screen. He bites back a smile, goes back to pretending he’s watching something stupid on The Food Network, ready for Harry’s next question or explanation.

It’s been ten months since Harry moved back to New York, and though he has his moments of missing his family and his old friends and his home, most of their time together is easy, feels so natural that Louis can’t believe he almost let this get away from him. He catches himself staring at the concentrated look on Harry’s face when he replies to emails, his smile when his mom calls him up, the way his fists clench by his sides when he’s fed up with Louis’ bullshit, when he’s overly focused on the football game, when he wants Louis and he’s about to break, and Christ, Louis feels so unbearably lucky that he’s allowed to know Harry inside and out, know what he’s thinking, know how he feels. He doesn’t often tell Harry this, but fortunately, Harry seems to know what Louis is always thinking, too.

He contemplates ordering out for ice cream for dinner - anything hot to eat sounds laughable - but settles on sticking his head in the freezer as an even trade. And that’s when Harry walks in, kicking the door shut behind him.

“It’s 41 degrees outside,” he shouts, his belongings thumping to the ground, “and I dealt with miserable fucking people from LA today and I’ve sweat through my good suit and why the fuck are you in the freezer.”

Louis steps back, already failing to bite back his smirk. “You live in America now, my dear, it’s 105 degrees today.”

“Bite me.”

“Aw.” He makes his way over to Harry, twisting his finger through one of his curls. It’s damp. “Remember this morning when you said I was being dramatic? And now you’re the one throwing a temper tantrum?”

Harry makes a face. “I still think you were. I must be delirious from the heat.”

“Listen, when I said I wanted ‘Summer Harry,’ this was not what I had in mind. This Harry is obnoxious.”

He rolls his eyes, but he laughs, regardless. “It’s hard to be in good spirits when I’ve been dealing with prick heads all day. And then the air con on the subway broke and some woman passed out and.” He trails off, presses his forehead to Louis’ and closes his eyes. “I was at work for about ten minutes before I decided I should have stayed home. Today was terrible and I hated everyone and all I could think about was coming home to you.”

Louis laughs, pressing his palm to Harry’s chest. “Harry. Was the woman okay.”

He hums, his eyes cracking open. “She was.”

“Think you’re gonna stay home with me tomorrow?”

“What’s the forecast?”

“Does it matter?”

Harry smiles just before his lips drag across Louis’. “Not really, no.”

Louis has had a lot of firsts with his boy; first time sharing a home with a partner, first time feeling hopeless, first time feeling invincible, first time being able to experience his world through new eyes. Harry is Louis’ first agonizing love. And now, they’re experiencing their first summer together, one that Louis dreamt of for too many weeks last year during their time spent apart. It’s nothing like he thought it would be. They haven’t made it to the beach yet, they won’t have any time off together until August, and Harry still hasn’t made it to Vermont, a state Louis has been promising him since the end of April.

But right now, Harry is stripping off his shirt and walking Louis backwards to the fridge, mumbling something about making ice cream sundaes for dinner, and Louis thinks that no, this summer hasn’t been planned out the way he wanted, but it’s probably better.

Harry pulls a carton of mint chocolate chip ice cream out of the freezer with his left hand, right hand firm on Louis’ waist, holding him steady. “Is this good, or do you want me to run out and get black raspberry? Or peanut butter?”

“It’s too hot for you to go out again.”

Harry shrugs. “If you want something else, I don’t mind. Really.”

Louis just shakes his head, reaching for the mint chocolate chip.

Definitely better.

Don’t Want Shelter is the hate to love fic that I’ve been working on lately. Louis and Harry are both in their mid-forties, have known each other since childhood, and have hated each other since college. This snippet takes place present day. Here’s another snippet that I posted the other day that takes place a couple of weeks before this and there’s more of a summary in that post as well. Please excuse any mistakes because it’s not been read by my beta yet.

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The Struggles of a Male Veela (Part 1)

Originally posted by songinourhearts

Louis Weasley x Soulmate!OC

Length: 2658 words

Warnings: not really. This is a soulmate!au, ive altered the ages of many of the next gen!, also the logic of what a veela is but whatevs. I pictured a young Hunter Parrish as Louis, but there’s like no gifs of him???, not a reader insert the OC will have a name and is female

Part 1 of ‘The Struggles of a Male Veela’ Series

Louis Weasley was of veela blood.

The gene ran through the blood of his mother’s family. Various members of the line had been veelas, some marrying into the family, others being born so. Louis’ own mother, Fleur Weasley nee Delacour, had been only one quarter veela, stemming from her grandmother.

Louis was lucky, or unlucky, that his father’s blood was tainted. Not in the way many old pureblood families will claim, but rather through an experience he faced. Whilst not a true werewolf (as he was not bitten on the full moon), Bill Weasley did hold the slight changes of were-kind, none more obvious than in his veins. The mix of bloods that pulsed through Louis’ veins meant that he inherited the full-veela gene.

As well as all the problems that included.


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Just hold on// Louis Tomlinson imagine

Titel: Just hold on// Louis Tomlinson imagine

Summary: After Johanna dies, the reader helps Louis during this awful time.

Warnings: Crying and sadness

Masterlist ( Only laptop)

Louis had been in the bedroom for at least one hour. You didn’t know why what made you more worried by the second. You knew he was calling someone, but who was still a question. While watching a TV programme, the door opened. It was Louis. You smiled at the first, but the smile soon faded as you saw that Louis was crying.

 ‘ Louis! What’s wrong?’ You asked worriedly. Then it hit you: Johanna. Johanna, Louis’ mom, had cancer. She had been hospitalized since May and Louis and you often visited her. You were really close to Jay. When you were in Doncaster, you always helped Jay with cooking and stuff. To be honest, you looked up to her. She was a great selfless woman, who gave everything to her children. ‘ It’s Jay…. isn’t?’ You asked, your voice cracking at the end. Louis nodded. ‘ Oh Louis’ You said, hugging your boyfriend. His arms were wrapped your waist, while his face was buried in your neck. Loud sobs were heard in the house. Mostly from Louis, but you couldn’t stop the tears that were now streaming down your face

. You kissed Louis’ forehead and looked at him. ‘ Don’t cry, love. Everything is gonna to be okay’ You said. Louis looked down at his feet and whispered: ‘ Why her?’ ‘ I don’t know. But I do know, is that Jay was so proud of you. Everything you did with or without the boys, she was your biggest fan. You can’t let her down, Louis’ The blue eyes of Louis were still filled with tears, but he smiled. ‘ She adored you so much, Y/N.’  You nodded, knowing it was true. ‘ She loved it when you were playing with Fizzy or Daisy, or anyone else.’ Louis went on with the story, and it only made you sadder. ‘ Remember when you and I were having a food fight in their kitchen?’ You asked. Louis laughed out loud, he clearly remembered it. ‘ Yes. It was funny like hell’ He said, smiling at the thought of the memory. ‘ Are you gonna to perform on Saturday?’ You suddenly asked. Louis was supposed the sing at the final of X factor on Saturday, but you didn’t know if he was still gonna to do it. He was going to sing his new song, Just hold on. It’s a collab with Steve Aoki, a DJ. You already heard the song and you thought it was an amazing song. ‘ Yes I am. In honour of mom’ Louis said, You smiled. You knew how brave Louis is, but this was unbelievable. Just a couple of days after he lost his mom, he was going to perform on the final of X factor! It was going to be emotional, that’s thing you are sure of. ‘ I’m so proud of Lou. What you are going to do, is unbelievable. I love you’ You said. ‘ Jay would be so proud of you’ You added, making Louis looking up to you. He was not crying, his eyes were only red and puffy from the cries. ‘ Just hold on, Louis. Everything is gonna to be alright’  You said one time more. 

[…]

“Before I forget.” Niall moved over to the sofa. “I’m throwing my annual after show party in January.”

“After show for what?” Louis asked.

“For the year.” Niall grinned. “Anyone can throw a New Year’s party. I’m throwing an after show party in January. You guys are invited, of course.”

Louis glanced at Harry, not sure what to say. They wouldn’t go together, after all. There wouldn’t be any reason to.

“Liam already agreed to come,” Niall added, as if he knew Louis needed a reason.

“I’ll be there,” Harry said. “As always.”

Niall hummed, watching Barbara. “I didn’t have a doubt about that.”

“Can we bring people?” Louis asked.

“‘Course.” Niall shrugged. “No problem.”

“Cool.” Louis turned to Barbara. “Will you go with me, Babs?”

She jumped a little, almost cutting Harry’s ear. “What?”

“Fuck, Louis.” Harry kicked his foot against Louis’ shin. “Don’t do shit like that while she’s cutting my hair.”

Louis chuckled, reaching out to pat Harry’s cheek lightly. He kept his eyes on Barbara, though. “What do you say?”

“It’s not like she wasn’t invited already,” Niall pointed out.

Louis rolled his eyes at him. “You want me to help you out here, or what?”

Niall raised his hands in a defensive gesture, lowering his head a little.

“Why should I go with you?” Barbara asked, crossing her arms.

“Because I hate going to parties on my own. You’re fun.” Louis shrugged innocently, knowing he had his biggest ace still up his sleeve. “Also, I’ll take Lottie, and I’m sure she’d love to have you around.”

Barbara’s eyes lit up. Louis knew that it didn’t need any more convincing than that. “You really think she’d want that?”

“Of course.” Louis nodded.

For a moment, she was quiet, glancing at Niall a few times. She pursed her lips, tapping the comb against Harry’s shoulder. “Yeah, okay,” she said then, grinning at Niall first, before she looked at Louis. “I’ll go with you.”

“Oh my God, I love you.” Niall jumped off the sofa and hugged Louis, kissing his cheek sloppily.

Louis laughed, shoving Niall off. “The rest is up to you, mate.”

Barbara shook her head, still grinning while giving Harry’s hair a few final touches.

“How come you never got to convince her before?” Niall asked Harry. “Did you even try?”

“Not once,” Harry said drily, removing the towel from his shoulders.

“I’ll go get something to sweep the floor.” Barbara fled the room.

“Wait.” Niall followed her, hot on her heels.

Louis gazed after them for a moment, then he turned to Harry. “As if she needed any convincing.”

Harry shook his head. “She knows exactly what she wants.”

Louis stepped closer and reached out. Harry’s hair was still damp, and messed up from Barbara kneading products into the strands. “You look cute.”

“Cute.” Harry looked a little uncertain. “Not sure about that.”

“I like it.” Louis pulled Harry’s head a little closer, lips brushing over Harry’s. “You had nothing to be scared of. Still gorgeous.”

Harry’s breath hitched and he leaned in to kiss Louis properly. Maybe Louis had said too much; maybe he wasn’t supposed to call Harry gorgeous. But he was. Why shouldn’t Louis tell Harry? There was a reason, wasn’t there? Louis couldn’t remember. Not with Harry’s lips on his own.  

“Thanks for calming my nerves,” Harry murmured, resting his forehead against Louis’. He still had his eyes closed. “It’s just hair, I know.”

“It’s your hair,” Louis reminded him. “You’re allowed to be scared of a change like that.”

Harry opened his eyes, and they were dark; the green turning into a stormy grey. “You’re not supposed to be this nice to me.”

Louis managed a smirk. They’d leave in a few hours, and he had no idea how he was supposed to muster up the courage to tell Harry how he felt about him before that. He didn’t know if he should tell Harry at all. Maybe today was the last time they’d ever see each other, anyway.

“Am I supposed to tell you that you shouldn’t be this whiny about your hair? That you’re a vain chinless wonder?” Louis tilted his head a little. “Is that what you’d like to hear?”

“Is that what you really think?” Harry asked.

“It’s what I should be thinking.” Louis ran his fingers down Harry’s back, resting it over the curve of his bum.

Harry’s gaze lost focus. Louis knew exactly what he was thinking about, where his thoughts had drifted off to. Louis had finally got around to thank Harry properly the night before. Things had turned a little heated, and definitely intense between them when Louis had fingered Harry open. He didn’t think he’d ever forget how beautiful Harry had looked when he had ridden his orgasm out on Louis’ fingers.

It had probably been the last time they’d slept together, touched each other like that. The thought made Louis swallow around a lump in his throat. He didn’t want this to end.

“There are kids in the house, you know.”

Louis startled, and Harry pulled back, eyes clearing. He cleared his throat, crossing his arms behind his back.

Lottie hip-checked Louis when she passed him, a small bag in one hand. “Babs allowed me to take over from here and style your hair.”

“Great.” Harry sat down again, nervously glancing at Louis.

Licking his lips, Louis stared back. He wondered if they were on the same page, at all. He couldn’t tell, didn’t know. All he knew was that Harry had planned to be with Luke once January rolled around.

Was he just a pastime? A replacement as long as Harry couldn’t be with Luke? Louis had no idea what to make of all this. Harry certainly enjoyed his company, and he definitely enjoyed the sex. Louis just wasn’t sure there were any feelings beyond those on Harry’s part.

He left the room, needing distraction from his thoughts – from Harry.

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