It’s hard being a teenager. It’s hard being a teenager and at a new school. It’s hard being a teenager, at a new school and also gay. It’s hard being a teenager, at a new school, gay and a mutant. It’s hard being a teenager, at a new school, gay, a mutant and who has no idea that he’s meant to be the world’s next super hero. It seems like Louis has a lot of catching up to do.
Harry Styles is a clumsy, flower crown-wearing, openly gay junior with only two true friends, Niall and Zayn. Louis Tomlinson is the school’s attractive, straight football captain, with a small body and a big personality. As fate will have it, Harry has a huge, unrequited, utterly hopeless crush on Louis. Fate is thrown out the window the day that Harry and Louis find themselves partnered up for a history project. Harry starts to receive notes from a secret admirer, Louis starts to get jealous of Harry’s budding friendship with senior Nick Grimshaw, Zayn and Liam develop a thing for each other, and Niall is the best mate anyone could have asked for. And suddenly, Harry’s crush on Louis doesn’t seem so utterly hopeless anymore.
AU where Louis Tomlinson is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival from ballet school, moody dance prodigy Harry Styles joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company’s production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late?
English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I did - Happy Reading! :)
Authors note: It was requested to write a few Easter related blurbs and I have no idea how to write them…. So I am sorry about this piece, it is far from the best… but I mean…. I gave it a shot. I am not the best with this children fluff, haha. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys their Easter festivities (If celebrated), and may everyone have a lovely and safe weekend!! Xx
At ten at night and the house is ultimately withdrawn, your little boy is fast asleep and out of trouble, no longer causing mischief and doing everything in his power to stress you out. Your little girl also fast asleep, cuddled up to the purple blanket Harry gave her before he left two weeks ago for many radio interviews and what not.
You overhear the front door open and you smile to yourself, the butterflies rising in your stomach, the all too familiar footsteps echoing against the hard wood floors'
“Hey, you’re still up.” Harry chimes, sliding his jacket off and throwing it over the couch, promptly bending down and kissing your cheek,
“Yeah, the Easter Bunny needs to make his rounds.” You gesture towards the Easter eggs scattered around you and the two baskets that you got the children for their Easter egg hunt with the family. “How was the trip?” You grin as he sits down beside you, sneaking an arm around you.
“So-so. Kinda sick of interviews at the moment,” he sighs, his hand playing with the ribbon that is meant to decorate Olivia’s basket with. “Need some help?” Harry proposes, observing as you’re rather drowsy and would much prefer to be tucked into bed, instead of having to get everything settled for when Olivia and Henry wake up in the morning.
“Just scatter these eggs everywhere, I’m sure Olivia won’t even understand that the Easter Bunny came considering Henry will wake up before her and take all the eggs.” You sigh, knowing that Henry, who is five, is far more excited than his younger sister, who is three, about the Easter bunny.
Olivia doesn’t fully understand and Henry is bound to take advantage of his little sister’s lack of comprehension.
“Henry, he’s a little bugger.” Harry chuckles, “Olivia will have more fun at the egg hunt— which reminds me, Liam said to tell you that he’s got the Easter Bunny coming.” Harry yawns, continuing to play with the ribbon with his free hand.
At first, you hear the patter of little feet scurrying across the floorboards’ and with a sluggish smile you reach over and pull yourself closer to Harry’s body, his soft snores humming as he mumbles a few incoherent words. You close your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath as you try to wake yourself up, knowing that in less than five minutes your two children will be racing in with excited expressions.
Your fingertips trace circles on Harry’s bare skin, the duvet draping over his lower back, leaving the rest of his torso exposed as he sleeps. He tucks his arm under his pillow, moving slightly within his sleep. “Baby…” you whisper, your fingers continuing to pursue his warm skin.
He lets out a small groan, a tiny indication he’s gradually waking, but he’s not fully there yet. “Harry, baby, the kids are up.” You whisper, kissing his cheek and you hear a huff escape his dry lips before he moves and changes his position in the bed, going back to sleeping.
You chuckle to yourself just as you overhear the door creaking open, “Daddy’s home!” Henry reveals rather noisily and excitedly, his sister sleepily behind him as she holds her purple blanket clasped in her small hand. Henry jumps on the bed and Harry instantly moans, his body feeling the bed dipping.
“‘ey, buddy.” Harry drowsily mumbles, his eyes just now opening as Henry crawls closer to Harry. Harry positions himself on his back, allowing his son to sit on his legs,
“daddy we missed you.” He bounces cheerfully, as you lean over your side of the bed to pick up Olivia who has been peaceful while patiently waiting for you to grab her.
You set her down on the bed and she immediately crawls to her father, not giving you the sloppy kiss she usually does when she sees you first thing in the morning. “I missed you, too.” Harry presses a kiss to Henry’s forehead, “aw, darlin’ and you too, come love on daddy.” He opens his arm, allowing Olivia to crawl herself beside Harry, nestling into him. “Are we ready for the Easter hunt today?” Harry challenges, watching as Henry widely smiles and nods his head.
“Niall, Harry, stop yeh cheating! It’s for the children only.” Liam scolds the two as they help their little girls with collecting the scattered eggs. Niall scoffs and places another egg into his four-year-olds basket, peering over at Liam with a grin.
“Mate, she’s three. Just helping her get some eggs.” Harry chuckles, as the other children scramble around frantically, shoving each other playfully to find the perfect eggs and to find the greatest one at that.
Somewhere around the area, there’s the ultimate egg that every little kid wants to get their hands’ on. Every year the parents’ make playful banter over which little one will find the egg, typically the boys’ like to place bets on which one of the sons’ will end up with it.
“Ye’ and Sofie’s Daddy wants some chocolate.” Niall jokes, holding his daughter’s peach coloured basket in his hand, encouraging her to seize the small trail of eggs at her feet.
Niall and Harry currently being the ones with the youngest, both girls’ being just over the age of three, born only a month apart. To say the least what their little girls’ want, they definitely get, even friends’ and family dote on the two girls’ like they’re royalty.
Of course, Niall and Harry love it.
“Careful sweetie.” Harry benevolently clutches Olivia as she stumbles over her own feet, “don’t get your pretty dress dirty, mummy will get upset with me.” He continues, guiding Olivia away from the uneven grass.
She swings her basket from side to side, gradually finding a few small eggs that the older children have neglected.
“Oi, Harry. Wanna find that glorious egg? Heard it was caramel this year.” Niall picks up Sofie as she rubs her eyes, giving up on collecting Easter eggs, much preferring to take a nap on her Daddy’s shoulder.
“You know that is frowned upon.” Harry glances over towards Niall, attempting to stop Olivia from dropping her eggs from her basket.
“And?” Niall raises a brow, “mate, let’s have some fun. The girls’ would appreciate it more than the boys and ya know it.” Niall presses with a grin. Harry sighs and nods, knowing that the boys’ have already managed to take all the decent eggs, leaving the girls’ with the mini ones.
Harry picks up Olivia, and she too nestles into Harry’s neck, just like Sofie is nestled into Niall’s.
“Daddy, I’m sleepy.” Olivia mumbles, her little hand still holding her basket filled with a few small eggs.
“I know sweetie, here sleep on daddy.” Harry presses a kiss to her rosy red cheek before tenderly taking the basket from her hand. “What are we even looking for?” Harry glances towards Niall as they both wander along the verdant area, watching as the other little ones spread around everywhere, searching high and low for the ultimate prize.
Niall shrugs, “your wife said it was a bunny.“
"Y/N knows where it is, I figured,” Harry mumbles childishly, beginning to wonder just where exactly you slipped off too once the hunt began. Harry only assumed you went off with the other wives to grab a glass of wine or to gossip with his sister as she’s perched on the decking, observing everyone from the wooden chairs.
Harry and Niall scope the area with their sleeping girls’ nestled into them, eventually giving up and leaving the egg hunt for the children.
You place your wine glass down on the table, Harry’s Mum describing a story about her weekend shenanigans from last week. You smile over at Harry as he unobtrusively wanders over, showing off Olivia as she’s cuddled into him.
“Aww did you bore her with your terrible egg hunting skills?” Gemma jokes, only causing Harry to roll his eyes at his sister’s playful banter. “I told you to let me help her get eggs.” Gemma pouts, opening her arms, desiring to hold her niece. Harry tenderly places Olivia in her arms, kissing Olivia’s cheek before stealing your glass of wine.
“What we talkin’ about?” He smiles at his mother, taking a sip of your wine as Niall sits down, cradling Sofie.
“We were discussing your mother’s story until you interrupted.” You smile while he takes the seat beside you, continuing to drink your wine.
“Okay, so what is the story?” He curiously asks and you shake your head, his sister chuckling to herself.
There are just some stories he does not need to hear.
“We were just about to talk about you two collaborating.” Gemma gestures between Harry and Niall, bringing up the question that has been circulating for a while.
“Me and him? Nah, don’t like the fella.” Niall shakes his head,
“Feeling is mutual.” Harry agrees playfully, the two of them grinning, still refusing to tell anyone about their plans, even if there are any plans. The seem to relish in keeping people guessing and speculating, especially Harry, he does it constantly. “Can I have my daughter back yet?” Harry looks towards his sister and she shakes her head, her eyes staring down at her niece.
“Nope, I want to hold her forever.” She grins, just as the other parents join the small circle, bringing more wine and stories to share while the children play and hunt Easter eggs.
Do you have any good fics that involve a bet like soft hands one?
oh that’s a good one !!
(warning : i haven’t read them all !)
Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose
, by @haydolce: American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from
the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football
fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to
fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers). Louis
Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry
end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely
uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by
football. A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than
they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet,
Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?
Play the Odds
, by @alivingfire : Harry and Louis are best friends since childhood who, after a
night of drinking, find themselves locked in a bet: first one to kiss
the other a thousand times wins. Wins what? They don’t know. Glory,
Harry supposes. Bragging rights, though those don’t do much in this
economy. All Harry knows is that this is one bet he can finally win. What he doesn’t expect, though, is what happens when he starts kissing his best friend on a daily basis. Namely, he doesn’t expect falling head over heels in love with his best friend. Now all he has to do is make sure the bet never ends, so he never has to stop kissing Louis. (25k, M)
Is This Seat Taken?
: Louis makes a bet with Zayn that he can sneak into a music awards
event without getting caught, and when he ends up posing as a
seat-filling member of staff he runs into superstar Harry Styles and
sparks fly. Que the music. (35k, E)
- The Way You Make Me Feel , by orphan_account :
“You couldn’t last a damn day without trying to sleep with me.”“I can last a whole fucking week,” Harry says, rising to Louis’ challenge.“Wanna make a bet on that, Styles?”“You’re on,” Harry grins.Or, Disney AU where Louis and Harry try not to fuck in public places. (7k, E)
- all we do is drive, by justaboat : It doesn’t make sense, the way Louis can have such an
effect on him. From one look, or one stupid bet, Harry’s now street
racing, apparently. He hates it. Doesn’t know how to control it, every
time he sees Louis looking at him - it comes like an impulse. Without a
second thought. No rhyme or real reason to it. He’s just Louis. (46k, E)
- Dangerous Liaisons, by
IWillSingWithYou : Niall is the master of deceit and Harry is the master of
seduction. Louis is just a very strong willed male model who happens to
be straight. When Niall tells Harry he wouldn’t be able to seduce Louis,
the bet is on, but Niall’s schemes are hard to avoid. (42k, M)
DJ Got the Floor to Shake, by
AU in which Harry and Louis are interns at Radio 1. Louis is assigned to
Greg, and Harry is assigned to Nick. They have a friendly, competitive
relationship that also happens to be charged with sexual tension. Of
course Greg and Nick have to make a bet about where these two will be
caught in a compromising position because two interns with this much
chemistry? It’s inevitable.
More than a bet, by larrysbitchx
“I bet you my signed Manchester United jersey, and drinks on me
for the rest of the year if you can make him fall in love with you and
then dump his arse in a week” Stan said, smirking afterwards and
quirking an eyebrow at Louis who was sitting there feeling himself shift
in his seat.Or the one where Louis makes a bet to date the art
freak, Harry Styles, for a week and dump him. But what happens when he
ends up falling hard for him?
The Coffee Factor, by indierection (amandamoraisa) : The one where Harry’s a musician hired to play ballads on The
Coffee Factor and so, so nice that it’s infuriating. Louis, manager of
the establishment, also known as the Grinch who stole Valentine’s, kinda
of hates the singer’s guts. A bet set between the pair might be the only way to draw them together.
- Please Break My Heart, by tomlinbum
:Louis has been wanting to get the shy, nerdy Harry Styles in
his bed ever since the first time he’s laid eyes on him. He makes a bet
with his mate, Niall, that he can succeed in getting Harry in bed with
him before the month is up. Can Louis get Harry to have sex with him or
will it be a bit more difficult than intended?
As Harry and Niall sat across from each other in Harry’s living room, there was an uncomfortable silence. The tension could be felt by both and was only growing as time passed. From the moment that Harry had called, Niall knew that something was up, and he had wished that he was better at hiding his emotions. His eyes darted everywhere around the room, completely avoiding meeting Harry’s intense gaze. Niall’s leg bounced up and down as a way for him to calm his nerves. He could tell that Harry was upset; he was fuming. Niall couldn’t help but to notice the way that Harry’s breathing was uneven, how he kept clenching his fists, clear indications of his mood. It was obvious Niall already knew why Harry had demanded he come over so urgently- he had kept a very big secret hidden from him.
“When were ya gon’ tell me?” Harry asked, finally breaking the silence.
“Tell yeh wha’, mate?” Niall responded, trying to play it cool.
“Don’ play stupid wit me, Niall. Ya know exactly wha’ ‘m talkin’ about. When were yeh gon’ tell me that (Y/N) moved to America?” Harry was losing his patience, and Niall knew that it wouldn’t be smart to keep pressing the matter.
What if Harry has an accident? What if he's horribly disfigured and I have to identify him, and all that remains are his private parts? I'm standing there and I'm saying, "Sorry, I can't help you, because no, I haven't seen my best friend's penis," and boom, he's buried in a mass grave.
beccahood22: When you get so white girl wasted. You decide to sing to two guys whilst waiting for your McDonald’s. Realised this morning it actually was him! Sorry Niall mate, hope you enjoyed your nuggs 😂 #NiallHoran #1d #HeHatesMe #iLoveHim#OneDirection #IllReplaceHarry
5. Play dirty: Try slapping when kisses don’t work
“Four times?” Penny is giving me a Simon-are-you-off-your-trolley
stare that not even her thick glasses can buffer. “You’ve slept with him four
times,” she accuses, rather than asks. Pure Penny style.
“Not with him,” I tell her. “Beside him, rather.”
She adjusts her glasses with her middle finger and decides she’s
done with lunch. “Different preposition,” she says. “Same difference.” She’s
now giving me her patented Judgemental Stare. This is bad.
“Merlin, Penny,” I protest, taking her plate and stuffing the last
piece of roast beef in my mouth. “There’s a huge difference, and you know it,”
“Fine,” she gives in, softening her features. “I hope you know
what you’re doing.”
“Yeah.” I fix my eyes on the now empty plate. If only we were
allowed to repeat lunch, then I could avoid this conversation. Plus, more food.
Double win. “Baz is evil and has a plan to finish me off, but I’m one step
ahead this time,” I say, my eyes still on the plate.
“I’ll regret asking this later but,” Penny pauses for a moment, as
if reconsidering it. “What is this evil plan, exactly?”
“Oh, uhm,” I say to the plate. “Baz is… Trying to…” I take a
breath and say, “He wants to seduce me and attack me when my guard is down.”
Penny lets out a laugh. A loud one.
In my defense I’ll say it sounded better in my head. Why do some
things lose all sense when you say them aloud?
I look up at her again.
“Nicks and Slick, you’re serious,” she realizes. “Attack you how?
With his mouth?” She tries and fails to suppress another laugh, then continues,
“So what are you doing to fight this terrifying plan of his?”
“I’m making him fall for me instead.”
“I think you have no idea what you’re doing,” she says, so
matter-of-factly that it leaves no place for arguing. Penny usually has that
effect on people.
Breaking news – I may have no idea what I’m doing.
We start heading out of the dining hall in silence and I think
she’s going to leave without any further discussion when she stops and turns
around, looking at me. Studying me. Penelope’s studying face can be very
frightening. Hands down one of the most terrifying things I’ve seen. And I’ve
killed a dragon. “Are you sure you don’t…” she starts. “Like him?”
“I don’t like Baz,” I hurry to say. “He’s the enemy.”
“You’ve slept with the enemy, Simon,” she says. “Four times.”
“I’ve slept beside the enemy. Since first year,” I clarify.
“And you kissed Agatha during the game, too, that doesn’t mean you like her,
“Yeah but we don’t go around snogging between classes.”
“You saw that?”
“You’re not being as sneaky as you think.”
“Anyway, it’s not like he likes me either… He hates me,” I say,
realising for the first time thatI’m not exactly happy about that. “And
I don’t like him,” I add.
“Okay,” Penny says.
I run a hand through my hair. “I don’t like him,” I repeat.
“Sure, Simon.” I can see she’s trying hard not to laugh.
“I don’t,” I insist.
Penny raises one of her accusing eyebrows and says, “Nobody said
“You asked. I just want to make it clear.”
“Yeah, Simon. You made it clear.” Penny stares me down, smiling
like she knows better. (She always does.) (Know better.)
“Let’s play Slap or Kiss tomorrow and you’ll see,” I
suggest. “I’m going to slap him so hard.”
“What about the evil plan and your,” she pauses. I see the corners
of her lips fighting a smirk. “Clever comeback?”
“This will confuse him.”
“It’s ridiculous,” she says. “This will backfire. Spectacularly.
Like most of your plans do.”
Okay, she has a point.
“I don’t. Like him,” I insist for the last time.
“Okay,” Penny finally concedes. She breaks her know-it-all façade
and grabs my arm. “Just– Be careful.”
Request: Can you do a preference where he finds out you were abused in a past relationship
A/N: If there is the possibility of this triggering you, please don’t read this. This is not meant to romanticized abuse in any way.
Warning: descriptions of abuse, crying, a nightmare.
You’d woken up that morning, haunted by a dream you’d had that night. It was him, it was always him. He would raise his hand, and bring it down across your face, or he would connect his foot with your ribs. He would squeeze your upper arms or wrists to the point where you thought that your bones would give. You’d try and stay silent, but small whimpers would escape your lips.
“Good morning, love,” Harry said, from behind you. You jumped slightly, before turning and smiling at him.
“Good morning, Harry,” You murmured, walking over to him. He put his arms around you, and you repressed a shiver at the feeling of his touch.
“How are you this morning?” Harry inquired.
“How are you?” You deflected, hoping that he wouldn’t pay attention to the deflection.
“I’m alright, love,” Harry quietly said. “Wondering if you would like to come to lunch with the boys and I soon?”
“Yeah, that sounds great,” You murmured, giving him a slight smile. You went upstairs to get dressed, showering to try and shake off the memory of your dream. You quickly got dressed, and the two of you left your home.
“Hey, Niall, Liam, Louis,” Harry said, greeting the boys.
“Hey, Harry. Hi, (Y/N),” They greeted, smiling at the two of you. The five of you sat, and you began to look over the menu. The waiter soon came by, and all of you ordered drinks. You ordered dinner soon afterwards, and ate, all of you talking. When it was time to leave, you all stood, and Niall moved towards you. You gasped slightly, biting your lower lip and flinching away from him, fear evident in your eyes.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” Niall quietly said.
“I-I’m fine, Niall,” You whispered, turning towards Harry. “Are you ready to go, Harry?”
“Yeah, let’s go, love,” Harry replied, putting an arm around your waist. You tried to hide your flinch, but, evident from the expression on Niall’s face, it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Harry, can I talk to you for a moment?” Niall inquired. Harry turned towards Niall, and took in the furious expression on his face.
“Sure, Niall. Love, hang out with Liam and Louis for a moment?” Harry inquired.
“Yeah, sure,” You replied, watching the two of them leave.
“What did you do to her, mate?” Niall snapped, his expression furious.
“What? What do you mean, Niall?” Harry asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“She flinches every time someone comes near her, Harry! She flinched when I went to hug her, she flinched when you put your arm around her! Has someone been hurting her? Because, so help me, if they have….” Niall angrily said.
“She’s been flinching? I mean….she was jumpy this morning, but I just figured she didn’t hear me come in….” Harry whispered.
“You better talk to her, Harry,” Niall sighed, before the two of them walked back into the restaurant.
You and Harry left soon after he came back in, his brow furrowed in worry, which you didn’t notice. Harry drove the two of you home, glancing over at you repeatedly. You stepped out of the car, heading inside. You changed into your pajamas, and slipped under the covers, exhausted from the tension that you felt.
“Love?” Harry called, coming up the stairs. He paused in your doorway, biting his lower lip.
He quickly slid off his jeans and put on a pair of pajama pants, before getting into bed next to you.
“Harry….I’m sorry.” You whispered.
“What are you sorry for, love?” Harry quietly asked.
“For not being honest with you,” You quietly replied.
“It’s okay, love,” Harry murmured, holding his arms out. You moved closer to him, hiding your face in his chest.
“It was my ex-he….he would get so angry with me,” You whispered, tears gathering in your eyes. “He would hurt me.”
“I won’t ever let him near you, love,” Harry quietly said, gently pressing his lips to your forehead. “He won’t touch you ever again.”
How is love supposed to speak, when one can’t even choke out the words? Louis’ life was a joke through his witty words. Harry’s life was a joke through his lack of words. Louis was classed as a normal child; mentally and physically. Harry was classed as an abnormal child; mentally and physically. Louis could speak. Harry could not. Harry had progressive mutism. Louis did not.
In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson.
He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.
AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It’s also against his contract.
The only reason Harry auditions for The X Factor is because his best mate signed the two of them up as some kind of joke. Harry doesn’t get the big deal—not until he’s faced with this season’s judges and realises that one of them used to be his desperate, impossible teenage crush.
The year is 1881 and if you’re alone in this world you might as well be dead, because starving dogs have no mercy.
Or: Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis’ past finally catches up with him.
“A young John Doe, probably in his mid-twenties. He was found out on the street, lying in the snow completely beaten up, covered in blood. Internal bleeding, collapsed lung, the bones in his leg completely shattered, sprained wrist, dislocated shoulder, severe concussion, cut and bruised all over. He had more broken ribs than whole.”
“Is he in the ICU? Room 405?”
“Is he one of yours?”
“Yeah, looks like it.”
When Harry is left to die after having gotten abused and seriously injured by his ex-boyfriend, he is brought into the hospital where Louis works as a nurse. Louis instantly feels the need to take care of him, maybe a bit more than he usually does with his other patients. But only because Harry survived the abuse, it doesn’t mean that they are out of the woods yet. They still have a long and hard journey ahead of them filled with cries, fear and pain, but also with joy, laughter and lots of love.
Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.
And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.
(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren’t exactly what they seem…)
Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be.
A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can’t have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.
Harry washes his hands quickly before grabbing his phone. His screen lights up to 3 notifications.
DJTommo is now following you!
@DJTommo mentioned you in a tweet!
Direct Message from @DJTommo!
Harry yelps, throwing his phone to Niall who just barely catches it.
Niall looks down at the phone, seeing first the tweet, then the DM. He tosses the phone back to Harry, who nearly drops it. “What are ya doing, mate! Answer him!”
Harry thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. This is his chance to actually talk to Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson messaged him directly. He can say anything he wants. He begins typing, his fingers shaky.
Niall comes over to stand next to Harry and peers down, looking to see what he wrote. When he does, he lets out a groan.
…Or, the one where Harry owns a bakery, Louis is a radio DJ, and Niall and Liam roll their eyes at their incessant flirting.
I think it was to show the band unity and not the stupid Harry vs the boys that we have seen for years! And I do think the tweets were subdued. But they all knew Louis was tweeting this year, and Louis cant exactly say what he wants to say you know? So if Liam and Niall's tweets werent subdued, and were all over the place with 'love you mate' like Niall always says, Louis' tweet would once again stand out, as the odd one. And that was not the goal! It was to show they are ALL friends, Louis inc.
I agree. Which certainly implies a strategic decision, but I’m heavily in favor of OT4-positive strategic moves!