#1D fanfic

[writtenalloverlarry]

Flowers in Italy

Read it on AO3. Written for @bhficfest

Louis Tomlinson was only looking for a quick summer fling. He certainly doesn't believe in love and that's also not what he's looking for. A summer in Italy changes everything. When he meets the boy with flowers in his hair, he might just start believing in love. - As Harry and Louis meet again under different circumstances, their story takes a different turn. A summer romance gone wrong. Or maybe right?

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

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[zanniscaramouche]

January 01, 2023 - December 31, 2023

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#one direction #1D #1 Direction #1D fanfic #1D fanfiction #one direction fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 stats #zanni stats #Louis Tomlinson #Harry Styles #Niall Horan #Zayn Malik #Liam. Payne #the way this programme I've always used now watermarks their stuff so you pay for premium #kiss my ass #had to crop em so they're eeeeeh #not my best #any way hope you enjoy!

[kingsofeverything]

Late Night Talking

54k words • Rated: Explicit

Louis Tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. Promo season gets underway with a stop at Late Night Talking, the late night show hosted by Harry Styles, and Harry Styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date Louis a decade ago.

written for the @1dreversebang by @kingsofeverything with amazing gifs by the incredibly talented @deludedandlostcause

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[anotherlarrychild]

Only the Brave

He can do this.

That’s the phrase Louis’ repeating nonstop, like a mantra that will help keep him upright and fighting. He can do this. He has to believe he can do this, or he’ll drop to the floor, exhausted, dead, or whatever, and he refuses to make his efforts go to waste like that. He’s a warrior, he has what it takes to help defeat the enemy. He just needs to make it to the City, and he’ll be fine.

Or, AU Mulan soulmates; where Louis is an omega going to camp in disguise to prevent his father to die in war, alpha Liam is a big wall of muscles and peace, alpha Zayn is obnoxious but cool knothead, alpha Niall is a cute hillarious baby and Harry is the alpha officer that has to train this weird group, and can't help the feeling that he's got an omega lurking among them.

Thanks to @nyxdaughterofkhaos for betaing this work and to @1daboficfest for letting me post this so late!!

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[treatpeoplewithfanfiction]

Laughs and kisses

Louis Tomlinson x Reader

Drabble 

Warnings: Drunk talk

Author comments: Hello my loves, it’s nice to be back! Tonight I’m writing for you a little drabble with Louis and I hope you like it. Comments and reblogs are ALWAYS welcome and my ask box is open for talk and requests. English isn’t my first language so, please, be kind.

You walk through the door laughing and tripping over each other. He takes off the cap he’s wearing and tries to put it on the hook by the door, but it just falls to the floor, making you laugh even louder.

"Are you laughing at me?" he asks and you nod. "Come here..." he calls with his finger, but you just walk away.

"No way." you laugh and throw yourself on the couch.

"But I want to kiss," he says, making a pouting face.

"One kiss" you reply and he nods.

"Okay." He sits down on the couch and you settle into his lap, giggling in the messy way that is actually more like giggles and crooked kisses that end up on each other's chins and cheeks, but never on your lips.

"My mouth is... here," Louis points to his own lips.

"Wow, yeah, I can see it right... here..." You move onto his lap for the kiss and he groans softly.

"Can we sleep here tonight?" he asks, squeezing your ass.

You stand up, already frustrating him. "I want the bed, Lou, get up. You start to crawl into the bedroom and he follows you.

"How about some more kissing?" he asks.

You lie down on the bed, while Louis is still walking awkwardly around the room. "Well, for more kissing you have to come and get it. You have to come to me for kissing.”

"Yes ma'am" he mocks your request, stumbling over the sheet thrown on the floor and falling face-first onto the mattress. "Fuck, I think I'm drunk.”

"You think so?”

"Think what?" all you could do was laugh, he really was super drunk.

"We can do the Spider-Man kiss since you're already upside down the way you're lying on the bed," you say.

"No, you're upside down." He is stubborn, but before he can say anything else, you kiss him. It's a little awkward because he's really kind of upside down, but there's something fun about it. "I want to kiss you until dawn, can I?" he asks with a drunken, sleepy smile plastered on his face.

"You can kiss me as long as you want, babe," you reply, smiling too, knowing that the dawn Louis wanted would only be until you both fall asleep anyway.

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[kwritingbooks]

Storm’s Calling

your phone’s dead, your car’s dead, but the small grocery store’s lights are very much alive at this time of night. given the ghastly storm beating down, you don’t really have much other choice but to run inside. but who might be waiting behind those doors?

tags: sci-fy, thriller, angst

word count: 4.2k

my masterlist here

The rain was pelting harshly at your windshield as you stared blankly at it. Exhaustion had seeped into every crevice of your body; all you wanted to do was be home. You supposed that tiredness had translated into not paying attention to your car's needs, too.

Shocking.

Except, the fatigue of the week looked to be the least of your concerns now as your dead car sat idly in a grocery store's parking lot with a heavy storm beating down on you and your useless vehicle.

"Fuck," you finally mumbled out as you beat your hands against the steering wheel. "Fuck!"

It was the only word that seemed to fully encapsulate your predicament, and even then it didn't seem to do it justice.

Your eyes trailed over to the store that still had its lights on. Strangely, you were surprised it was still open. Just before your phone died, the numbers on your device read out just past midnight, and you didn't know many stores that had hours like that anymore. Especially given how this place seemed to actually be in the middle of nowhere, along with about two other cars in the lot with you.

Maybe they were broken down just like yours. Stranded in a strange town on their way home from a work trip, consumed with stress and the aching of their own messy bed, too.

"I'm gonna have to go in there, aren't I?" You whispered to yourself as if someone else was supposed to answer that for you.

You knew the answer though.

There was no one coming to rescue you like those movies showed when you were growing up. And given the rough wind and lightning outside, as well as very minimal street lights, a movie much more daunting would have been more fitting than a rom-com. Something you did not intend to sit and wait for to happen.

And you didn't even have an umbrella.

Of course.

Reluctantly, you shoved your keys into your purse and wrapped your cardigan more tightly around your body before slinging the driver's side door open. One step out was a sudden wake up, immediately getting pummeled by the rain above.

The door slammed shut, but it was muffled by the sound of lightning clusters above. It even lit little flickers of light against the dark pavement as you hurriedly rushed to the entrance.

Splashes of water hit against your ankles, soaking your socks and shoes in the process. You could feel your pants grow heavier as the bottoms collected the rest of the water that didn't splash everywhere else.

You didn't care too much though, the end was near. The fluorescent lights were getting closer. The chime of the entrance bell was already ringing in your ear with anticipation.

Your arms were reaching out for the handles before you even made it there, anxious to at least be surrounded by not so much noise. You didn't even care that it was radio music that you typically would skip through playing in the building either. Anything was better than being outside stuck.

Not that inside stuck felt all that great either.

You scanned your eyes around the store, practically begging to meet anyone's eyes. There had to be someone with a phone you could borrow to order an Uber, or even you could maybe beg one of my friends to drive the hour that was left of your drive to come and get you.

They were all pretty heavy sleepers though.

So you'd just deal with that Uber cost and leaving your car in a random parking lot later. Tomorrow. You just needed to get home first, and then you would figure it out.

"Hello, welcome to Corner Mart," a voice from behind said cooly.

It startled you, causing your heart to quicken up even more than it was before as you spun around.

A young guy, probably about your age, stared back at you. He had a beige apron over his clothes, which was just a white t-shirt and a pair of grey slacks. He held his hands in front of him with a slight crook to his head as he seemed to examine you.

An eyebrow of his crooked once he noticed how crazy you must have seemed: soaking wet, out of breath, and looking lost.

"Hi, um, do you by chance have a charger? Or a phone I could borrow?" You stammered out.

You shifted on your feet, adjusting the bag on your shoulders while you continued to both stare at each other. You couldn't tell if what you were feeling was unsettling or not. Maybe it was just in your head, but something just felt strange. And it didn't even seem to be from the guy standing in front of you.

If anything, the more you watched him, the more you realized he was actually not that bad to look at. Handsome, even.

Very handsome actually.

"No cellphone, but we've got the company phone." He blinked his eyes kindly back at you, sending a small wave of relief through your body.

At least he didn't seem the crazy type.

Without much else said, he led you toward one of the only three checkout lanes. He fumbled with something underneath your view, and you tried not to look as impatient as you felt.

But, it wasn't like there were any other customers that needed help. As if they would even be as in dire of need as you were right now anyway.

He pulled out a phone that looked about a decade older than it should have been, but you tried not to judge too quickly.

Ubers were definitely out of the question with that dinosaur, though.

"Do taxis come out this far? This late?" You asked, flicking your eyes intensely from the phone to his face.

His expression seemed a bit confused, like he didn't know what you meant by the question. That only elevated the annoyance bubbling inside of you. If only he realized all the shit you had been through the past week with work and now this.

"Er..." He trailed off as he looked at the buttons. "Not sure." He shrugged his shoulders.

Another "fuck" loosely slipped from your lips without realizing.

"Is everything okay? I can maybe help. I don't have shit else to do," he shrugged his shoulders again, but apologetically this time. If it wasn't for his soft tone, you might have considered lunging at him from his laissez-faire attitude.

Not that that would have been productive, you knew that. Or appropriate.

"It's my car." You breathed out an exasperated sigh. "It's dead. I've been ignoring getting the engine checked for a couple weeks now, and I guess this is the consequence."

He hummed with a sly smile across his lips. He rested his elbows on the table with his chin tucked neatly in his palms.

Your eyes crinkled as you surveyed how he was looking at you. What was so funny? How was any of this funny?

"That engine light exists for a reason," he said as he pushed himself off the counter to come back around.

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

"Wow, you work at a grocery store and you're smart. Isn't that something?" Your eyes continued to lock onto him, even with his venturing somewhere else. A light laugh escaped his mouth without you trying to be funny.

"You're funny," he remarked.

You incoherently grumble curses under your breath in response.

"So can you help me..." You trailed off as you squinted your eyes to his name tag. "Henry?"

"Harry," he quickly corrected.

"Okay, Harry. So are you able to help me?" You tried your best to keep your tone light and airy, like women's magazines taught you from a young age on how to speak to men when you wanted something.

He thought for a moment, and you almost envisioned the little mice in his head spinning the wheels with each quick step of their feet.

"I'll call Steven, he might be able to help." Harry replied, as if to himself, while he walked back to the phone he just left. "He's a mechanic down the road. Only one in town, too."

"He'd be able to help me out this late?" You questioned, stepping closer to the register, as if a paying customer. You tried not to sound like this was the best news in the entire world, but it sure felt like it at that moment.

"Maybe. I never really know with him. He's a bit unpredictable." He casually replied as he tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder, dialing random numbers I couldn't place.

Only a couple seconds passed before he pressed his fingers to hang it up, repeating the dials once again. Little veins in his forehead began to creep up as he had to hang up and retry again.

"Do you remember his number?" You didn't mean for it to sound like you were scolding him, but that was definitely how it seemed. You cleared your throat to try and rectify it.

He slammed the phone down for the last time, shaking his head. "Phone's are down."

You were sure the blood fell from your face and left you bottom heavy, wanting to fall to the ground at a moment's notice.

"What do you mean down? I was just on mine earlier before it died!" I croaked out, trying to hide the sobs that wanted to pour out as hard as the rain outside was.

"Sometimes it just goes out. Probably a power line, I don't know. I'm just a grocery store worker after all." He shot a brief look at me, pegged lightly with annoyance but that soon faded to another sly grin.

You ran a shakey hand through your wet hair. Examining your nails, you thought through your possibilities.

I could sleep in my car, you thought. Wait until the morning and maybe the lines will be back up. More customers will have come in by then, and someone is bound to have a cellphone, right?

"Um..." You trailed off, looking behind you towards your car that had yet to move.

God, it looked scary out there. Even if there wasn't a violent thunderstorm going on. This would've made a perfect horror movie starting point.

Now all we needed was a scary masked murderer to walk in at any second...

"Ma'am?" Harry asked.

You shook your head, coming back out of your daze as you looked back ahead again. He had moved from behind the counter again, now directly in front of you. You didn't even hear him move, so your heart picked up from the startle.

"Yeah? Sorry," you let out as a hand rubbed at your temples. "It's been a long week. You don't have to call me ma'am though. My name's Y/N."

He smiled back, taking a couple steps away to lean against the conveyor belt. "Nice to meet you, Y/N." He nodded his head. "I'll be here all night if you want to wait it out in here. Probably safer."

You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, your body stiffening at the thought. A quick glance over your shoulder back to your car solidified what he said. It really was safer in here.

You were pretty hungry, too.

You ended up finding a pre-made sandwich in the deli section. You made sure to double check, even triple check, the expiration date just to make sure it hadn't been sitting out as long as that phone looked to have been.

It was nothing special. Ham. Cheese. Small slice of lettuce and tomato (which you took off).

You ate beside the greeting card section. It was the warmest area you could find against your still dampened body and clothes. You had taken off your soaked cardigan as to let it dry by one of the store's industrial fans that Harry brought out from some back room.

Since then, you hadn't seen him much besides small stolen glances as he faced different products in the aisles. You tried to keep your head down and focused on your own tasks, even a task as small as eating your sandwich, as to avoid his eyes. Not because you didn't want to look at him, but because his contact sent a surge of heat against your cheeks. It made your stomach flutter ever so slightly when the corners of his lips would curl into a smile as he darted his own eyes away from you as well.

You felt like a little kid again.

Was it because of the situation? Was this your way of filling your time? Crushing on some random worker in a deserted town?

You picked one of the cards that had a bouquet of flowers on them. Cursive letters twisted together to form an "I'm sorry for your loss." You quickly placed it back in its spot, not wanting to think about that.

Your eyes scanned the rest of them, reaching for a more cheerful pattern. It was bright red with little pink sparkly hearts dotted all over. You took a guess that it was Valentine's related. You brought it closer to your face to read the presumably cheesy one-liner that would be attached.

"I extend my heart to you, sending love and peace to you during this hard time," you read aloud. A frown immediately replaced your once curious features, quickly putting it back again.

Your eyes zoomed along each one, searching for something that didn't make you want to cry in a corner. They all reminded you of your grandma, who had died just a few weeks ago, adding onto the already stressful time you had had. It was part of the reason you wanted to go on that work trip. It was a chance to get away from everything—from everyone sending you their well wishes. If only there was a polite way to tell people to fuck off and leave you alone.

Was there any card for that?

The answer to that was no. They were all about mourning the loss of a loved one.

Every single one.

My condolences.

My thoughts and prayers are with you.

Please accept my deepest sympathies.

Your sandwich no longer sounded as it did a moment ago. You tossed it directly in the bin across from you, happily walking away from the depressing rows of cards.

It was only a small section dedicated to cards. Maybe they were out of birthday ones. Maybe they didn't get restocks often. Maybe that even meant not many people died here, so those weren't needed like the others. It was just Mother's Day recently after-all.

You laughed to yourself as you watched your feet move ahead of you. Of course you had to make everything seem so dramatic. It was the one thing you could always count on.

"Coffee?" Harry's voice broke out, startling you for what felt like the millionth time that night.

You stopped in your tracks, the smile wiping briskly off your face. You stood only a few inches from him. If you hadn't stopped when you did, you would have most definitely rammed your body into his, spilling the coffee that was cupped nicely in each hand all over the both of you.

You looked down at it for a moment, wondering the chances of it being spiked. You were too desperate for warmth and caffeine that that thought soon dissipated into nothing.

Remember? He's not crazy.

You might be, though.

You extended your hand towards the cup, not having stepped away from the rather muscly guy ahead yet. His muscles protruded in a way you hadn't noticed before. The sleeves of his shirt seemed tight against them, but perhaps it was just the closeness that made everything seem magnified.

"Uh, thank you." You cleared your throat with a weak smile. "I'd love some."

He smiled wide, exposing a deep set of dimples on either side. "Thought you might. You look cold."

You took a step back as you looked your body over. Small prickles of goosebumps sprinkled themselves against your arms and legs. You weren't sure if they had been like that the whole time or if they just sprung up since he showed up this close.

"Thank you,” you hummed out, pressing the cup to your lips with a small swig. The coffee felt like a tight hug from a loved one, enwrapping your body with an accompanying warmth as well.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching as you continued to take another drink out of the cup as he did the same. Relaxation filled your body with each sip. The anxiety of the night, the week, the month, was soon feeling less uncontrollable. This little moment of bliss in midst of the chaos was like a breath of fresh air.

Words flowed out of you like they hadn't in years it seemed. It first started as normal chit-chat, talking about your job and then your work trip. Then, it soon turned into deeper things you hadn't even told your friends yet. It was weird how everything came out so effortlessly. You weren't even scared you were saying too much, even though you probably were.

It wasn't like he knew anyone that you did. You didn't know anyone that he did. You were both strangers to each other, and maybe that was why it was so easy.

He listened with open ears, nodding his head as you spoke. He waited patiently when you had to take a deep breath, fighting away the tears that wanted to spill from your eyes. He listened better than any of your friends at home would have listened.

And you listened to him, too. It was like you both needed this. Seconds passed that turned into minutes, minutes that soon turned into hours. You were both sat criss-crossed on the floor, way after the storm had already seemed to pass. All that was left was a light rain that still softly hit against the cement outside.

Sunlight soon flashed through the big windows, alerting you that time really had passed—and quite a bit of it, too.

"Oh, shit. What time is it?" You questioned, looking over Harry's shoulder.

Both of your empty coffee cups were still beside the two of you, tipped over at some point during the conversations.

He looked over his shoulder, a light laugh dripping out of his mouth before he turned back around with a shrug. "Morning it looks like."

"I should be getting home. The storm is gone, too," you said quietly, unsure yourself about leaving yet.

He sat up, using his knees as leverage. He extended one of his hands in your direction, pulling you up with one quick swoop.

“Y/n?” His voice sounded hollow, worried even. You crinkled your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah?”

“There’s something I should probably tell you.” He scratched at his arm, looking over his shoulder like someone could have been eavesdropping.

Was this where he told you he lied about the phone being down? That he didn’t actually work there? That this was where you now had to die?

Your heart hammered heavily against your chest. You felt like you could vomit.

“What is it?” You said through gritted teeth.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he stared directly at you. A darkness seemed to cast over the two of you as if the past few hours hadn’t existed at all. The previous weight it had lifted seemed to fall back down all at once again.

“Harry?” You trembled out. You couldn’t help the anxiety that overwhelmed you now. He looked like he wanted to throw up himself.

“You can’t go home,” he rushed out, avoiding your eye contact.

You felt your heart stop, fighting to keep you alive.

“Harry, what the fuck do you mean I can’t go home? Are you kidnapping me here?” Your anxiety was turning into anger. You wanted to run, fight your way out, run all the way home if you had to.

You weren’t staying here.

“No, no. I’m not holding you hostage.” He waved his hands in front of him, like he was trying to find the right wording himself. His eyes were squeezed shut as he thought. “Like…”

“Like what?” You couldn’t help the anger that spilled through your words. “No, actually, I’m done listening to this. I’ll find a ride on the way home. Thank you so much for wasting my time, Harry.”

Without anything else said on your end, you pushed past him right through the door. It chimed just as it did hours ago when you pushed in, soaking wet.

You mumbled similar curses again under your breath. All that time you thought you really found someone who was listening, not wasting your time. You thought it was someone who was just trying to make your time less miserable, actually. You could’ve been home by now. The storm had stopped awhile ago, but he was just another selfish twat that probably wanted something else out of it, holding you up as long as he could to reel you in.

“Prick,” you cursed out loudly.

You gave your car a pat, as a bit of a farewell, as well as “I hate you for putting me through this.”

But then you felt a sudden onset of dizziness hit you only about five feet away from your parked car. It probably didn’t help the hunger that gnawed at your stomach. Those few bites of sandwich mixed with coffee could only hold someone over for so long. But that idea quickly subsided when everything went black.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when your eyes managed to pry themselves back open. Florescent lights glared back at you, radio pop music ringing in your ears.

“What?” Your hand reached up to rub at your head, feeling a small knot that had begun to form.

“You passed out,” Harry replied matter-of-factly. “I tried to tell you, but you left too quickly.”

You sat up on your elbows, the blurriness in your sight not fully gone yet. “You carried me all the way back here? Were you watching me that whole time?” Even in the grogginess, your attitude was back just as forcefully as before.

“No, I haven’t moved.” Harry leaned against the counter, his arms crossed as he looked down at you.

“Well how else did I get here?” You motioned around the empty store. “Not like there’s anyone else here!”

“There’s not anyone else, just us.” He crooked his head to the side, like what he was saying was the most rational thing in the world and not the most confusing.

You buried your face in your hands, wanting to scream. This was making your head hurt.

“Harry. If you don’t start making sense in less than a minute, I’m running out those fucking doors again.” Your face was still partially buried in your hands, smoothing them out in your hair.

“We can’t leave. It just brings you back here.” He said solemnly. “Trust me, I’ve tried.”

You glared at him, darting your eyes between both of his. You were looking for something but unsure what of. Insanity? Maybe?

Without much else thought, you ran out again.

Past the door.

Past the lights.

Past the car.

Bam.

Your headache hurt worse this time around, eyes opening to the same view you had just tried to argue out of.

“What the fuck!” You screamed out. “Harry, what the fuck is happening!”

“I don’t know how to say this,” he began.

“At this point, just say it! I’m tired of these weird fucking riddles or whatever this game you’re playing is. Just tell me!” You shouted with vigor.

“We’re dead.”

Your breath stopped. Your heart stopped. Your body stopped moving. You just stopped.

“W-what?” You stammered to no one in particular. “That’s not possible.”

“That’s what I thought, too.” He switched positions, no longer leaning against the counter and knelt closer to you. He brushed a piece of hair out of your face, trailing a finger along your forehead.

Out of the back of his pocket, he brought out a mirror, shining it back towards you.

What stared back looked like a version of you, but not really you. A long scar started and ended from one side of your forehead from the other. Tiny scratches sprinkled in various places, some with bits of glass still stuck inside. Why did it look healed?

You reached up, expecting to feel it, but the pain didn’t spread. It didn’t pulsate. It didn’t bleed.

“What? H-how…” You whispered to yourself, pulling out a shard of glass without even a tickle.

“I wish I knew, I’m sorry.” His face peered over the side of the mirror, but you averted your gaze from him.

“What…what do we do then?” You dropped the mirror from your grasp, it landing with a thunk in your lap.

He let out a deep breath, his eyes trailing along the floor. He looked up at you once more.

“Guess we’ll find that out together I hope.”

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[larryislove]

Cover Me with Jewels

By: @larryislove

Art by: @deludedandlostcause

Written for the: @1dreversebang@

Explicit | Harry/Louis | 55k | On AO3

“I trusted you, Louis. I took you here because I was proud of my work and wanted to share what I created with my boyfriend.” Harry said, sounding hysterical, but Louis could hear the hint of sadness, and Louis completely felt like shit. “How did you even get in here?”

Louis felt a piece of plastic press into his hands. He wrapped his hand around the card and took a deep breath before walking over to Harry. He slowly opened his hand and held out the copy of Harry’s ID card.

Harry let out a strangled cry and grabbed the card out of Louis' hand.

“I hope you know this is the end of us. I forgave you, Louis. I loved you again, but all this time, you were using me. I hope you rot in Hell,” Harry seethed and walked out of the warehouse.

Or the one where Louis is a jewel thief and dating Harry Styles, the heir to a designer jewellery business empire, but Louis worries Harry will discover him, so he disappears for five years. An unusual circumstance brings them together. The only problem is, Louis has been stealing from his company for five years.

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[sunflowervolvimp3]

from eden (a witch!harry au): teaser

“Rowan, hi,” Harry smiles easily at her as he shuts the journal, looping the leather tie around the bindings with practiced ease. “Right on time.”

“For once in my life,” Rowan jokes in an attempt to hide her nerves. She slips her hands into the pockets of the worn trench coat she’d found at an estate sale the previous year, trying to curb her habit of twisting her rings around her fingers when she’s nervous. “Sorry, am I interrupting your work?”

Tucking the leather bound journal underneath the counter in one smooth motion, Harry shakes his head. “No, not at all. It’s been a fairly slow afternoon. Not much to interrupt.”

“Really? No stray cats have run into your shop today?”

The small laugh that falls from Harry’s lips is light and easy, and lodges itself somewhere deep within Rowan’s chest in a way she doesn’t quite understand. “No, but the day is still young.”

Harry steps out from behind the counter, and for the first time, Rowan notices that his outfit is devoid of the hunter apron he’d worn the day before. Instead, Harry is dressed in a chunky knit chestnut coloured sweater with green detailing around the cuffs and hem. His pants are olive toned, baggy in their fit, and pool just above his black vans. He looks comfy. Cozy, Rowan thinks. Like he could laze back on a couch in the evening, his hands a bit sooty from stoking the fire, but that doesn’t matter, because he’ll laugh and try to swipe a charcoal covered finger over her cheek, and leave fingerprints along her skin when he—

“So you said you live upstairs?” Rowan’s voice is breathless when she pulls herself from her daydream, and she fidgets with the tiger’s eye around her neck in an attempt to calm herself with the familiar motion.

“Uh, yeah, I do. I—sorry, is that…” Harry’s gaze drops from her eyes to her fingers, watching as she twists the pendant up and down the old chain. “Is that tiger’s eye?”

Rowan glances down at the pendant caught between her fingers. The honey-streaked stone is cut in the shape of an oval and set into a metal backing, worn smooth from two generations of Frances women habitually rubbing it. It’s pretty, to be sure, but it’s never drawn anyone’s attention so quickly. But then again, Rowan’s sure the stone is stocked on the shelves behind her; it’s no wonder Harry’s noticed it.

“It is, yeah. My mom gave it to me,” Rowan says, letting the pendant fall back against her navy turtleneck. Technically, her mother didn’t give it to her. In all actuality, Rowan had claimed it after her mother passed away five years ago. However, now didn’t seem the time to dump all her mommy issues onto a virtual stranger, no matter how familiar he felt. The death of your only parental figure is more of a second date conversation, she thinks.

Not that they’ve had a first date. This is tea. She’s just here to try tea that Harry’s made. This rendezvous probably falls more under the category of a sales pitch than a date, and Rowan’s not sure why that fact makes her stomach churn in discontent, but she’s determined to ignore it.

“It’s lovely,” Harry says, seemingly unaware of the debate that’s playing out in Rowan’s mind. “May I?”

He reaches his right hand towards her, and Rowan’s eyes once again focus on the strange symbol inked into his smooth skin. A shiver runs up her spine as the uncomfortably familiar feeling of deja vu settles over her. His words are identical to yesterday, when he offered her a sample of the protection balm he made. But underneath that memory, there’s something else, something that settles at the very edge of her mind’s eye, just out of reach of clarity. That same phrase— “May I?”— echoed in a lilting British accent, a flash of a ringed, tattooed hand tugging at blush coloured sheets, the dangle of her tiger’s eye pendant over a flushed chest that’s inked with tattoos she can’t quite place…

The hand in front of her pauses, and its owner’s eyes find her own. Harry flicks his eyebrows up as if to repeat his question, and Rowan realizes he’s waiting for her to give him permission to examine her necklace.

COMING FRIDAY, JANUARY 20TH @ 5PM PST/8PM EST

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[hl-obsessed]

Snippet from 1D Maze Runner AU

(that maybe one day i will finish and publish)

Warning: this is the first time i ever published anything from my writing in english.

(Don't eat me alive please.)

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"Louis is screaming.

Harry can see him screaming; Zayn's name clear as a day on his lips, so easy to read.

He's getting closer and closer, but he's still too far away. He won't make it, he has no chance to make it on time.

Harry sees him running. He hears his screams.

Louis is terrified.

Harry had seen him scared the day before, but that was nothing like this.

He knows they are close with Zayn.

He knows no one ever survived the night in the maze. Not alone, not with a wounded partner.

He knows how it is to lose someone so important to you. He doesn't know how; he just does. He feels it deep in his bones.

He can't let Louis lose Zayn. He can't.

The decision is made before he even consciously can register it.

Just before the doors shut completely, he runs into the maze.

Niall isn't able to catch him in time. He feels the tips of his fingers graze the back of his arm. Too fast for anyone else to react, he's out of reach.

His name joins the screams of Zayn's.

He doesn't even know when he moves. One moment he looks into Louis' blue blue eyes, and then there are walls closing around him.

He scratches his hands on a harsh stone, trying to get to the other side. His leg gets stuck for a second, and his hands slip just before he gets free, trying to find leverage.

Full breath doesn't even have a chance to make its way into his lungs when it's pushed out of him when his shirt gets stuck between the walls and he gets pulled back, his head and shoulder blades hit painfully the hard stone. He's legs give out, and he hears material tearing apart before he hits the ground.

The first full breath he takes is almost painful. His blood pulses in his ears, his vision is blurry for a few seconds. He pats furiously different parts of his body to check if he made it in one piece.

[...]

He looks up from the ground, and his eyes meet Zayn's hazel ones. If there's no disgust on his face, Harry doesn't know how to describe it differently.

He flinches, his body moves back on instinct, trying to get out of the way of Zayn's anger. The hard stone wall behind him reminds him that he doesn't have anywhere to go.

He remembers, from the first time he saw Zayn, that he never wanted to get on his bad side. Now he is exactly there.

He doesn't know what that means exactly, but he's sure he won't survive here in the maze without Zayn's guidance. He doesn't know what he will do if Zayn turns on him right now.

He thought he could help, but right now he's almost sure he killed himself as well.

When Zayn finally speaks, his voice is cold and low, thick with an accent, and almost completely furious, his eyes are darker than he has ever seen them before.

Harry flinches again before sharp words full of disgust can even reach his ears.

"Congratulations. You've just killed yourself."

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This was inspired from prompts from @/1ddystopianfest but missed sign ups and i definitely better work when there is not deadline hanging above my head so well... maybe there will be something from this one day. i sure hope so.

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[wankersday]

Thank you to all the incredible authors who participated in this year’s Wankers Day Fic Fest!

Fics are listed in the order they were added to the collection. Authors, please @wankersday in your fic post if you’d like it reblogged.

🍆the hidden love burns by we_are_the_same

🍆Right Now I Can’t See Straight by Lhhome

🍆i'm havin your baby, it's none of your business! by DaddyAlphaLouisBabyOmegaHarry

🍆The Inseminator by ExiledQueenCatalog

🍆Late Night Wanking by sitandadmire

🍆Chasm Of Pain by Kikiberoski16

🍆I could come and love you by yourlionheartx

🍆getting yourself wet for me by docklands

🍆I Want You (Won’t You Say So) by LadyLondonderry

🍆Check, Check, Checkmate by nonsensedarling

🍆How You Tasted (AKA The Waffle Fic) by larry_hiatus

🍆Figs by safetyfilm

🍆Southern Comfort by kingsofeverything

🍆Do you think I'm cool by SadaVeniren

🍆Counteract by YesIsAWorld

🍆Captive Audience by littleroverlouis

🍆Blast In a Glass by littleroverlouis

🍆Hex Appeal by haztobegood

🍆five fucking minutes by jaerie

🍆seven hours behind by justanothershadeofblue (zjofierose)

🍆I Was In My Car, You Were Touching Yourself by homosociallyyours

🍆i need something, so tell me something new by alwaysxlarrie

🍆All I Do the Whole Day Through by lululawrence

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[zanniscaramouche]

The Devil's Backbone

“You done?” Louis grunts once he has the breath for it. He doesn’t look at himself, can’t risk it even when he feels the tickle of blood rolling down his arm from the scrape. He’s not alone in bloodshed. The iron cuffs have gouged deeply into the other man’s wrists during this idiotic attempt at escape. Louis narrows his eyes at the alpha and considers his options. “Bounty said alive, but it said nothin’ about the state you had to be in otherwise. I ‘aint feeling like dragging your ass across the plains, so don’t make me have my horse shatter your ankles.” Styles gives no implication he’s heard him, but he doesn’t lunge for Louis again either, so that’s answer enough. OR Louis is an out-of-work ranch hand in need of fast cash and Harry is a captured bandit bound for a train that will send him to death-row. When Louis takes on the job of getting Harry on that train, he's got no idea how much his patience and everything he thinks he knows about the world is going to be tested.

Larry - Cowboys & Bandits / ABO - 37k - Complete Written for @1daboficfest

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[kingsofeverything]

Just Pretend by kingsofeverything

Louis Tomlinson is a divorced dad who doesn't date. What free time he has, he likes to spend with his teenage daughter, and if he wants to take someone home, he does it when she's spending the weekend with her mom. Then he meets Harry Styles, another divorced dad with a teenage daughter, who convinces him it’s a good idea to pretend they're dating to keep their kids happy.

Louis/Harry•90K•Explicit

Written for the @1dsilverfoxfest

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[deludedandlostcause]

Title: Cover Me In Jewels Author: @larryislove | @ShatteredGlassHouse on AO3 Artist: @deludedandlostcause Word count: 55k Rating: Explicit Written for the @1dreversebang fest. Summary: “I trusted you, Louis. I took you here because I was proud of my work and wanted to share what I created with my boyfriend.” Harry said, sounding hysterical, but Louis could hear the hint of sadness, and Louis completely felt like shit. “How did you even get in here?”

Louis felt a piece of plastic press into his hands. He wrapped his hand around the card and took a deep breath before walking over to Harry. He slowly opened his hand and held out the copy of Harry’s ID card. Harry let out a strangled cry and grabbed the card out of Louis' hand.

“I hope you know this is the end of us. I forgave you, Louis. I loved you again, but all this time, you were using me. I hope you rot in Hell,” Harry seethed and walked out of the warehouse.

Or the one where Louis is a jewel thief and dating Harry Styles, the heir to a designer jewellery business empire, but Louis worries Harry will discover him, so he disappears for five years. An unusual circumstance brings them together. The only problem is, Louis has been stealing from his company for five years.

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[violetsandfluff]

Harry Styles Masterlist

Blurbs

Fetus Harry and Celebrity!Y/N

Fics

Tidy Little Secrets

Taglist

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[mason-conaway]

new chapter hello

run from me, but always come back:

"I don't know, Harry," Louis sighs wistfully, the long line of his neck covered in a ring of purple as he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling. "Sometimes I think about the way things are now, and I can't help but feel like he's won." "He hasn't," Harry replies fiercely, unwilling to let this shadowed figure take anything else from them. Not after they've worked so hard to escape his vice-like grip, to erase all his wrongdoings and turn them into something beautiful. or the one where Louis disappears for two years and the person who returns is not the same one who left 57.4k WIP

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[treatpeoplewithfanfiction]

Reciprocal

Harry Styles x F!Reader

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: ONLY FOR 18+, fingering, piv sex, unprotected sex, oral sex 

Author comments: first time bringing something horny here in English, I’m kinda anxious, so please, be kind. I hope you like it! 

You felt hot and sweaty at the same time, and you couldn't stand any fabric touching your skin. Even in short, thin pajamas, even with the air conditioning on, your skin felt on fire. On that moonlit night, with the starry sky, you just longed for a touch. Feverish sensations convicted your body. The sweaty chill was emotional, and it was all you could feel, even if you didn't want to. You didn't want to end the night alone, feeling cold and unemotional. You needed to feel something, anything.  

You needed to feel him on your skin.  

You got out of bed feeling your breathing fail you. Your heart was racing weirdly, a way you had never felt before. You looked out the window at the city, night had fallen, and the city lights were shining. Living on one of the top floors gives you an unbelievable view of the city. You felt above everyone else.  

You went to the bathroom, where you took a warm shower in the hope of getting rid of the anxiety, but nothing seemed to work. Not even when your curious fingers slid down your body, following the direction of the water, sliding perversely across your sex. Your fingers began to massage gently, but soon you felt that you needed more contact, more depth. But that wasn't enough, it would never be enough.

You wrapped yourself in the towel, feeling your skin shiver in the light breeze coming through the window. Your lips parted and you took a deep breath, sighing. You reached up to wipe the wet steam off of your reflection in the mirror. Drops of water dripped from your hair, reaching down to your shoulders and around the curve of your breasts. A lone drop stopped on the side of one of your breasts and you didn't think, just took it with the tip of your finger and brought it to your lips.

You came out of your daydream with the sound of your phone on the bed. It was him, answering your message from minutes before. He was coming.  

Your whole body trembled, and your heart, which was already racing, jumped in your chest. You massaged your neck with your hands, trying to calm yourself, failing miserably. You had been horny all night, but the mere sensation of having him with you soon was driving you crazy. You longed to feel his mouth on your neck, his fingers exploring your skin, the kisses and the bites.  

But most of all, you longed for his body on yours.

You put on a black robe that covered less than half of your thighs and left part of your arms exposed; with your bare feet on the cold floor, you went to the kitchen to open a can of something icy to relax. You didn't know what had got into you, but you knew you needed to be satisfied, and soon.

You leaned against the fridge, feeling a pleasant shock of temperature on your skin. You closed your eyes and sighed. There wasn't anyone in that empty room with no windows, all your secrets were locked in there, locked inside you. Your desires, your fantasies, love, nostalgia...  

The knock on the door, followed by the bell, made you open your eyes and sigh in surprise as if you had been caught red-handed in something sinful. You walked softly to the door, knowing that you didn't look beautiful, but you had no head to worry about that now. You brought your hand to the doorknob and sighed as you saw him leaning against the door frame.

"Harry," you sighed out of breath.  

"You okay?" he asked, walking into the apartment. "I was worried about your message."

You smiled, happy to see him.

"I'm fine." You moved closer to him, placing your hands on his neck. "I missed you." Harry didn't refuse your kiss. He never refused, actually; on the contrary, he let you quickly deepen the kiss, where you began to play with your tongue. His hands went straight to your waist, gripping you tightly and making you start to feel the heat rising in you again.

His hands went down your neck to the fabric of your robe and you wished it would move out of the way. Once you felt the skin of his arms on your skin, you couldn't help but scratch him lightly, getting a bite on your lip in response.  

"You drunk?" he asked between kisses.  

"No." You smiled with your mouth glued to his lips, as you felt his hands going around the curve of your ass.  

"Sure?"  

"No." You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck, already knowing what he was going to do.

Harry grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto his lap. You crossed your legs over him, feeling that delicious warmth coming from his body, making you even more thirsty for him.

He led you to the kitchen table, not bumping into anything on the way because he already knew your place. He sat you down at the table and stared at you for a short but deep second. You could see and feel that he was wanting you, which made you grab the hem of his shirt and lift it up, where he volunteered to help and finish taking it off, and throw it away. Your hands immediately went to meet his skin, tattooed and browned by the sun, delighting in every inch of his body. The perfect definition of sin and desire. Your desire.

You hooked your hands in the side of his pants and pulled him to you, having your mouth taken by him immediately. You felt him touching your neck with a soft yet deft touch. One of his hands slid up your chest, making its way through the fabric of your robe and touching your skin shamelessly. He seemed to notice that you were wearing nothing under your robe, making him slide the fabric down your shoulders, giving you goosebumps every time you felt his hands on your body. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to your neck, where he began a trail of kisses and saliva down to your chest. He pulled away one more time to admire you, looking at you most sinfully, while you stood there, surrendered to him, wanting so much more. Without saying anything, Harry made you sigh once more, bringing his mouth to the nipple of your breast in the most obsessive way he could. His hands went back to your ass, pulling you to him, making you lie on the table with him leaning into you.  

All you could do was sink your fingers into his hair, moaning without shame or fear. It was just the two of you there, sharing a dirty little secret.

His fingers went down to your clit, where he began to massage you in a way you would never do for yourself. It wasn't the way he used his fingers on you, or how he explored your pleasure points, it was him. It was Harry there.  

No one else would ever make you feel that way.  

He stopped sucking on your breasts but didn't pull away. Soon he moved his kisses down, stopping to lick and nibble at your belly. His hands continued to caress your thighs as he continued kissing all the way down to your groin. When you felt his breath touching your intimacy, you immediately gasped. Your hands grabbed your own hair, Harry was driving you crazy, distributing kisses down the inside of your thighs as his fingers massaged you, while he licked your crotch.  

"Fuck..." he laughed in a deeper voice than usual, from seeing how desperate you were. He was testing you, teasing you, as always. You closed your eyes and kept them closed, biting your lip until you finally felt his tongue inside you, moving in a way that made you go crazy. The crazy sensation leaves you with goosebumps, giving you spasms.

"Harry..."

You couldn't complete a sentence. You couldn't even if you wanted to, it was too good.  

Harry guided your legs around his neck and his hands pulled your hips towards him, intensifying the contact even more.

His eyes were closed, he looked intoxicated. When he slept he was sure he was going to dream of how you tasted. He wasn't going to wash away the night. You threw your head back, feeling your legs trembling. A vibration began to run through your body and you groaned louder, unable to contain the sensation. His hands gripped you tightly as he pulled away, licking his lips and smiling naughtily at you. He moved up, kissed your neck, and bit the tip of your chin.  

"You okay?" he whispered in your ear. You laughed, was it possible not to be okay after that?

"I'm always okay when you're here." You replied, running your hands through his hair, those brown curls that always smelled so good. Your hands were gentle, the tips of your fingers sliding down the sides of his body. "You always come when I call, don't you?" you asked as he looked at you.

He stood and you sat back down at the table, not taking your eyes off him. Harry always looked at you with seriousness and depth, eyes that sparkled at you, and you loved every detail, every implicit desire in his ocean-blue gaze.

"Why do you always come, Harry?" you whispered, moving closer to his mouth for another kiss.

Very slowly, because you knew it excited him even more, you unbuckled his belt and then undid the two buttons on his jeans. You slowly lowered the zipper, listening to the muffled sound of his breathing.

You put your right hand on his neck, hugging him and holding him close, while your left hand reached into his jeans and squeezed his cock through the fabric of his underwear. With your sudden act, Harry spread his hands across the table and leaned slightly over you. It was something you always enjoyed witnessing, the way he went wild with your touch. The way you could easily drive him crazy, just as he did with you. As you kept your hand on his cock, you began to suck his neck. He gasped into your ear; his body was still trapped between your legs.

"Are you going to keep torturing me like this?" He asked breathlessly. You smiled, your lips still on his skin.

"Maybe."

"Does it feel good?" he asked. You pulled away from him and put both hands on the hem of his pants, pulling the fabric out and looking at him, who was staring at you with widened eyes.

"It always does," you said. You began to play with the fabric of his underwear,, just delighting in the greedy way he was looking at you, until Harry could no longer stand your teasing and grabbed your hand, forcing you to touch his cock directly. "What a naughty boy you are..." You mumbled, but you couldn't hide the fact that you loved touching him and loved, even more, the way he moaned at your touches. You then jerked him off for a while, making firm movements in him as he bit you, kissed your mouth and neck, moaning in your ear.

Harry then suddenly took off your robe and threw it off, grabbing and squeezing your hips hard. He placed you back on the table, which was proving to be more rigid than you expected, and began again to thrust his fingers inside you. Not surprisingly, you were very wet now, which earned him a mischievous smile. He spread your legs apart, and with the impact of your body, you felt his cock rubbing against your pussy. The simple but fatal contact was enough to make you gasp. He continued the contact, just teasing you.

"I need you, Harry." You begged slyly, longing for him. "I want you now."

He said nothing. Words were never necessary at this moment. What mattered were the gestures, the movements, the breaths.

He began to slowly enter you, making you choke on your own breath. You felt your body reignite quickly as his hands went around your body and squeezed you. It was his way, always starting slowly. Very slowly.

He lay on top of you until he could whisper in your ear:

"Always so hot," he said with a husky voice and shortness of breath. His heart was beating so hard that you could feel it against your chest. "I'm going to make you cry out my name tonight." He said firmly. "I want to hear you beg for me." You gasped, your hands sliding down his thin but strong back. "Gotta fuck you so hard that tomorrow you'll still feel me inside you."

You spread your legs even wider, pushing yourself up against him to feel him deeper. You felt him throbbing inside you, throbbing with desire, just like you. You craved him more and more, and yet you never seemed to be satisfied.

"Gonna ask in your ear for you to cum for me, while you scratch my back."

That was how you felt with Harry: dominated, weak, small, and easily manipulated. But as long as he was the one dominating and manipulating you, you wouldn't matter. Never.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you." Your voice came out with difficulty, your body burned more and more and your heart raced painfully. You clung to his neck. "Please, Harry. I need you. Now."

He pressed his lips together for another kiss. Both you and he didn't stop moaning in the middle of the kiss, which made it even more delicious. He began to move while you were still kissing him, and when he got into a rhythm, you grabbed his hair and began to moan against his mouth.

Your nights were never just about sex. For you, it was always something deeper.

You clutched your breasts as he thrust again and held your legs to keep up the pace, which became stronger as you moaned louder and louder.

"Fuck!" Harry squeezed you hard, biting your skin, and digging his teeth into you.

You cried out, begging for more. "Bite me again." You wanted that man using you, and you wanted it hard.  

"Yes! Just like that, Harry! Ah!"

You kept screaming his name, which echoed around the room, feeling your nerves vibrating over his hungry, domineering gaze. As if you were about to explode, you arched your back and scratched his skin.  

"More..." You asked in delight. His fingers began to touch you, rubbing your clit as he thrust into you. The glimpse of his naked body was delirious, the slightly defined chest, the tattoos spread across his body... It just made you want to dig your nails into every part of his skin. He licked his lips silently, trying to stifle your moans.

You were close. Almost there. You could feel your whole body begin to tremble and arch. His hands groped your body, squeezing you tighter.

"Fuck... so..." He said incoherently. It was his turn to groan obscenely at your name, echoing through the room. The way he started to move, almost missing the strokes, you could tell he was getting there too.

"Hold on, hold on." You said quickly, your breath failing you. You sat on the table once more, grabbing onto his waist to help support yourself. "Can I suck you off?" you asked in a very suggestive way, smiling at him. Without waiting for a plausible answer, you stood up and rotated your body so that he was now leaning against the table and you were on your knees to him.

You wanted to take him to the extreme, and you didn't hesitate to put everything you could handle into your mouth. You licked every inch of his hard cock, making it even wetter. Your hand made firm back-and-forth movements with your mouth while you touched yourself at the same time. You sucked every spot as if it were the last time you would do so. You let him grab your hair and fuck your mouth until he was satisfied.

"Babe... Fuck... I'm going to..." You felt him shudder in a long spasm and soon he came into your mouth. All you heard next were his hoarse moans and heavy breathing. You kissed your way up his body until you were back on your feet. He looked up at you with a satisfied and sexy smile, his gaze still lost in the haze of the orgasm. "Fuck, what happened with you today?"

"I don't know." You hung your arms around his neck. "I just wanted to see you. You smiled and kissed him, "And I really want to take a shower with you now."

(...)

Things started to become clear in your mind after you woke up. The midday sun was shining outside and you were grateful it was Sunday.

You got out of bed looking for him, but he wasn't there. You grumbled thinking that he might be gone, but the sounds you heard from the kitchen told you otherwise. You got out of bed still sleepy and, seeing his t-shirt hanging on the nightstand, put it on. You liked the smell of him and the smell that prevailed on your clothes.

You didn't go to the kitchen until after you had washed your face and brushed your teeth so that you would at least look presentable. You found Harry in the kitchen stirring the pots and pans. You weren't surprised that he knew your apartment, he had spent many nights there and sometimes liked to improvise in the kitchen. You walked calmly over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist slowly, running your hands over his semi-naked body, feeling the texture of his skin and kissing his back.

He chuckled.

"Good morning to you too."

"It's late, baby."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes." You murmured against his skin, peering down the side of his body to see what he was doing. "Did you sleep well?"

Another giggle.

"Oh, yes. I'm still wondering what turned you on crazily yesterday." You let go of him and sat down on the counter next to where he was cooking.

"I dreamed about you yesterday and woke up in the middle of the night. I thought I was going to forget the dream, but I didn't." He stopped what he was doing and looked at you curiously.

"And what was it that you dreamed that can't be forgotten?"

You smiled at him and bit your lip as he came closer.

"It was the two of us in my bed. I was face down on the pillow and you were on top of me," Harry was close to you and you tucked him between your legs. "Holding my hands behind my back while you fucked me."

"Interesting dream."

"Super interesting." You laughed and he kissed you. "But I was wondering, you didn't answer yesterday."

"Didn't answer what?"

"Why do you always come when I call you?" Harry looked directly at you quietly for a few seconds. You thought he was going to dodge the answer again, but that wasn't the case.

"I thought you already knew." He said. "I care about you." He looked away for a second. "When you say you need me... I come."

"Don't you have other priorities?"

He smiled.

"No. You are my priority."

"Even if it's to use you sexually?"  

He laughed.

"Especially if it's to use me sexually." He quickly turned his attention back to the stove that was almost burning the pancakes, and you watched him silently. The big reason you called him that night and dreamed about him had a simpler explanation than you expected.

"Do you love me, Harry?" He didn't look at you. He just continued what he was doing for a few seconds. You saw his face tremble.

"I don't know how to answer that." He said. "In fact, I'm afraid to answer it."

"Do you think I can't handle a no?"

"No, but I know what you do when you hear a yes." And then he looked at you seriously and steadily, able to sustain his gaze easily. "I know you, I know your admirable ability to run away from this feeling. I know that you avoid those who love you." He sighed. "But in answer to your question, yes, I love you. More than I would like to."

You felt a lump in your throat. You didn't expect this answer. Or maybe you did, but you didn't believe it. You sighed, maybe deep down you had always known that.

"But what now?" He said. "Are you going to disappear and avoid me? Will you no longer call me?"

You didn't know what to answer. Harry stepped closer.

"You don't feel the same way about me, do you?" He said, almost certain of the answer.

"No." You answered and watched how his eyes lost their sparkle. "But I want to." You then said and he looked at you in surprise. "I don't want to lose you, much less avoid you." He touched your legs fearfully, almost as if he was afraid you would pull back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in. In response, Harry wrapped his arms around your waist. "You are very special to me, I want you around."

You knew this wasn't what he wanted to hear, but it was the most you could give at the moment. He smiled, and you kissed him. And he kissed you back, making you happy to know that, despite everything, he understood.

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