Tags: Alternative Universe - High School | Rivals to friends to lovers | Inspired by Dash and Lily | Coming out | Light Angst | Lots of teenager feelings | Happy ending
Louis is having trouble communicating with his friends, so he decides to leave a letter inside a book in the hope of finding a confidant. And he does, of course. In a matter of months, Baby becomes his best friend.
Baby, also known as Harry, is also struggling in his personal life and is used to letting off steam with Louis.
Too bad they don't get along in real life.
Loosely based on the book Dash & Lily.
(the drawing is a bit shit because is AI generated and i dont know hot to fucking draw or do collage, so this is it)
Hairless Edition
Many tears, like the curls, have been shed.
“He’s acting!” “He’s balding!” they’ve said.
At U2’s Vegas home:
A shiny, sleek dome ...
Not the Sphere — Harry’s freshly shorn head!
Homeless Edition
The internet’s taking-the-piss-ing:
Harry’s house and his hair have gone missing.
Ol’ Ben’s attic shuffle’s
Now hotels with Russell,
While his husband squawks on about chicken.
In a land of gods and monsters i was an angel (looking to be fucked hard) by @ineverateakiwi
H/L, 5,906.
"Harry could feel the man across the street staring at him for the past twenty minutes. He was inside a white van and a bit far from the light pole so only a part of his face was visible from afar. He wasn’t old as Harry expected him to be – men with vans were usually grandpas looking for some adventure. Not this one, though."
Harry is a prostitute getting ready to meet a new client when Louis comes crashing and, quite literally, saves his life.
A Pretty Woman inspired fanfic with an exciting twist.
This fic was written for @omegaharryfest round II.
There were very few people who managed to get under Louis’ skin as effortlessly as Harry had, and even fewer who had done it in only a day and a half. It was quite an accomplishment, really. They’d only interacted a handful of times and yet Louis had the insatiable desire to slam the locker into that frustratingly well-defined face that never seemed to hold any expressions other than contempt and arrogance.
“That’s right. I do own the skies. And you wanna know why?” he sneered. Without his boots on, Louis was a fair bit shorter than Harry, his eyes pretty much level with Harry’s chin and his socked toes bumping into the boots of the other man, close enough that Louis could make out the tiny scar on Harry’s brow and the individual shades of emerald in his irises. He was handsome, but that only made Louis hate him more. Heart thumping heavily against his sternum and his hands balled into fists, Louis lifted his chin defiantly and plastered a coldhearted smirk across his lips. “Because I’m the best goddamn pilot here.”
you think it’s a glitch. i think harry and louis are standing in front of their tied up managers staring them in the eye while they like every single tweet. we are not the same.
People destined to meet will do so
(Some by chance on reality shows)
At just the right moment—
Soulmates from opponents,
Matched “next to you” from the word go.