Louis rolled his eyes, turning his head to meet Harry’s lips, turning his last sentence into a muffled mumble. His cheeks were hot from the constant praise slipping from his husband’s mouth. He sighed, tipping his head to kiss Harry properly, bringing his hand up to cup his cheek gently. “I know,” he finally whispered, smiling, “thank you, sun. We’ve come so far, though, huh?”
Harry smiled into the kiss, leaning into the familiarity of the palm now cupping his cheek. It would never get old, kissing Louis. Thirteen years later and he was still filled with butterflies each time their lips brushed, even after a million or more kisses. “I would say we have, yeah. It’s been a minute since we were here together.”
“Do you trust me?” asks Louis in a whisper, mouth pressed on the crown of Harry’s head.
His voice has that raw quality to it that Harry has only heard a few times, and he takes a deep breath.
“I do,” he responds, and he could add something to keep up the charade, tell Louis that of course he does, he’s here for him, to support him, but he doesn’t really feel like doing anything.
He’s going away in a very short while, after all. He can’t find the strength to keep up the farce.
“I told you everything would be alright,” says Louis. “I told you we will be alright. Do you trust me on this?”
Harry hesitates. He feels Louis’ arms tighten around him, and he brings one of his hands over Louis’. He doesn’t want to lie, he doesn’t.
Agent Harry Styles was injured on the job a few months back, and gets roped in one last mission before he can retire prematurely: playing house with Louis, a widower who has amnesia. The assignment seems simple at the beginning, but soon enough Harry's twisted in a web of his own making, and can't get out anymore.
Teasing is a game for two, but only one can come on top by INnenaHeart/@thechavier
Moodboard made by the talented @louisgayvodka
Harry/Louis | 2.2k | Explicit
"Mostly, now that they weren't both busy touring on opposite sides of the world, he wanted to enjoy some nights out with Harry. It had been too long since they had the time to go to a club together and just let loose.
So, super exclusive duchebag club it was.
They were used to it, the complete protection of their privacy a necessity in their predicament, so there wasn't much shine for them anymore, but it sure was fun seeing his band and staff look around like they had just entered wonderland. "
Or, Louis and Harry go for a night out with the lads and crew after Louis' Amsterdam show and have some fun... some dirty fun.
Into Daylight (12k) by crimsontheory (ireallysawanangel)
When Louis is let go from his dream job he’s forced to move back in with his mom in his small hometown. In desperate need to make money again, Louis takes the only job he’s able to find at the local cattle ranch. Except the new owner of the ranch is the only person Louis was hoping he could avoid.
Pairing: Louis/Harry
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 19k
Summary: Louis knows Harry hasn't fucked and run because he can hear him talking quietly in the next room. He shouldn't care enough to get up and find out who he's talking to—he knows cops get phone calls at all hours of the night and day—but Louis has always been too curious for his own good. He pushes himself up off the couch and pulls on his underwear, which he finds several feet away, folded in a small pile. Harry must have done that while he was still asleep.
It feels a little silly to be tiptoeing around in his own home, but Louis does it anyway. When he finally peeks around the corner to the kitchen, he sees Harry kneeling on the floor with Biscuit, and that alone is enough to disrupt Louis' usual heart rate. When he realizes that Biscuit is allowing Harry to scratch around his ears while he mutters to him quietly about what a pretty boy he is, well, okay.
Now Louis might need a defibrillator.
For the past three years, it's just been Louis and his one-eye orange cat, Biscuit. When Louis starts sleeping with Harry, the aggravating cop stationed at the emergency room where he works, he has no reason to think anything will change.
Unfortunately, Biscuit and Harry have other plans.
Author: crochetsunsets/@crochetsunsets/@crochetsunsets
Pairing: Louis/Harry
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 11k
Summary: “There’s always the worst case scenario,” Zayn said while the subway pulled to a stop. “Get your heart broken. Then you can write through experience.”
“Yeah, right,” Louis called after him while Zayn hopped off of the train. “You try falling in love in New York City.”
or
Louis' a writer who needs to learn heartbreak. Harry's a graduate student who doesn't want to break his heart. What happens when they come together--the inevitable, or something more?
“I had a sex dream about Harry.” Louis slapped his free hand over his mouth after the words slipped out.
Zayn paused, his hand freezing as he was about to take a bite, his head snapping up to look at Louis. Louis could relate, it’s how he’d felt that morning after he’d woken up. He’d laid in bed for fifteen minutes trying to figure out what had happened, why it had turned him on so much, and then patiently waiting for his erection to go down.
“Like… my Niall’s Harry? Harry Styles?” Zayn clarified, his face bewildered as if trying to comprehend what had just happened. “Do you even like Harry?”
“His last name is Styles?”
or Louis woke up after having a sexy dream about his best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend resolved to never think about it again. He hardly knew Harry, so what difference would it make? But when they are thrown together only a few days later, Louis had to admit, his subconscious might have been onto something.
harry styles/louis tomlinson, 41k, for @1dastroficfest prompt Echo.
Harry’s felt powerless for so long now. They took away his voice last year and it feels like every day they somehow take away more of it. It feels impossible to ever get some power back, to ever speak. Every day he feels more like a puppet, like a marionette, a ventriloquist’s dummy. Like the price he has to pay to live his dream is sacrifice his voice, his own self, and become a shell of whoever they want him to be.
But he has Louis. Thank god he has Louis.
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Non-AU. From MSG 2012 to MSG 2018; or, Harry and Louis keep having their voices silenced, and they keep finding ways to speak.
Written for the @1dlibrary Travelling Fic Exchange for @enchantedlandcoffee
Summary: Harry, an English teacher with an embarrassingly large collection of tweed jackets, sets his daily schedule around the old red car that drives past his house every morning. One day he realises he's running late because the car hasn't passed through, but as he runs out the door he realises the car has broken down on his corner, leaving Louis, the owner of the car, in desperate need of a lift to the station. Feeling an instant spark with Louis, a record store owner with ripped skinny jeans and sparkling wit, Harry agreed to give him a lift home after work, which turns into a pint, which turns into Harry never wanting to leave Louis' bed.
Henry is standing there, just a silhouette of a body, but Alex knows he’s naked. He can see the smooth skin, that narrow waist and little tummy Alex loves biting. When Henry turns off the bathroom light. Alex gasps, the corners of his lips curling upward.
“You. Did. Not.”
or, henry brings back a throw-away comment at the lake house
Louis is the little league coach of 'The Ducklings', the team that Harry's daughter plays for. Whilst she tries her best, she doesn't quite have the skills so Coach Tommo steps in. He offers private lessons to try and help her, and if he gets in her dad's good books? Well that'd just be a bonus.
No Bunny But You by crinkle-eyed-boo (13K, Explicit)
“So you saw the bunnies then?” Harry clarifies, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Yeah, those were a bit of a surprise,” Liam huffs. “I mean, they definitely weren’t part of what we commissioned from him, but they’re kind of cute, right?”
Harry sputters a laugh.
“What?” Liam asks, the furrow in his brow deepening. “They are cute little bunnies!”
“Cute little bunnies that are fucking,” Harry snickers.
“What?” Liam gasps.
“Liam,” Harry says, trying to school his face into a serious expression. “Those bunnies are fucking.”
A slow Monday night behind the bar turns into something else entirely thanks to a new mural and a new customer.
Thank you to @indiaalphawhiskey for the prompt inspo
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 27k
Louis was in an absolutely shit storm. He had let it go on for too long. Let it go too far. But he had a plan. And tonight, said plan was going down. He was going to tell the boys he was proposing this weekend. ‘Harry’ would turn him down, albeit gently, and Louis would play the heartbroken boyfriend. He’d gotten this far. All he had to do was lock himself in his bedroom and cry a little. He’d been in a few plays growing up. Piece of cake.
Except. It didn’t go that way. Of course, it didn’t. Because the universe, the beautiful chaotic bitch that she was, just had to have an actual Harry Styles and he just had to be Niall’s best friend.