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I’ve been wanting to start doing this for a while now, and I’m finally sitting down to do it. These are a few fics that I have read and loved. There’s a pretty good mix of angst, fluff, and shameless smut on this list so enjoy yourselves :)
It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.
Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.
For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.
Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?
Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates.
Summer Camp!AU. Louis has been a football instructor at Lake District Camp for three years when twenty-year old Harry Styles - the latest addition to the counseling team - stumbles not so gracefully into his life. It’s not that Harry is everything Louis can’t stand-except. He is. But that doesn’t stop him from walking in on the naked boy too many times for it to be a coincidence.
It wasn’t like Louis was Lindsay Lohan or Justin Beiber. He’d had one fucking meltdown and a handful of public drunken accidents. And now he could never screw up ever again. He hit the STOP button on the treadmill and matched his pace as it slowed to a stop.
“It’s not break time yet!” Harry told Louis, tapping his watch with a stern expression. “Come on, you were doing so well! Don’t quit now! Ten more minutes and then you can have a break!”
“I don’t want to be here anymore,” Louis spat. “It’s not anything you did, okay? I just… I don’t know. I can’t do this. I hate playing the stupid media game. That’s what all of this is! There’s no point.”
In which Louis is a closeted gay actor and a recovering addict with a troubled past. Harry is the personal trainer who helps him get his life back in shape.
With Liam as Louis’ childhood best friend, Zayn as a famous R&B artist, and Niall as a fanboy.
AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.
Now that it’s June, we’ll sleep out in the garden And if it rains, we’ll just sink in to the mud Where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is And there is no clocks or phones to wake us up Because I have learned that nothing is as pressing As the one who is pressing would like you to believe And I am content to walk a little slower Because there is nowhere that I really need to be I find that life is easier when it is just a blur With no details to confuse who or what or where I was So when the ending comes the full regret will seem obscure But these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold And this apartment could not be prettier as when we danced up there alone This TV’s old, the color’s fucked, do you see the difference in the shades? But the green is still close to green, my love And I believe we are the same And we’ll stay like this, all gold and green The light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen And if you close your eyes We will always be the way we were that night You crawled inside of me And you slept in my blood the way you sleep now The quietest hush has consumed this house And when the doctors are gone and you sweat through the bed With all these pictures and pills they piled around your head Just rest now, and in a moment you will know everything Was it just a dream? It’s too vague now to recount. And outline of the one you loved in a life that was will no longer be stands above you as you sleep.
I’ll never forget Conor Oberst. My inspiration. My guiding light. Ever since the first listen.
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