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cc-horan28 · 2 months

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The Little Things You Do for @wishingforloushair <3

Written for the @1dlibrary Valentine's exchange!

“What’s that supposed to mean, then? I’m romantic, aren’t I?!” His voice went up an octave with indignation and Harry couldn’t help but giggle at the offended look on his face.

Harry sat back up from where he was snuggled up with Louis, careful to not spill any of his wine onto the older man as he leaned forward to peck his cheek. “Sure you are, Lou,” he grinned.

The one where Harry makes a throwaway remark about Louis not being a romantic, and Louis is desperate to prove him wrong.

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Long note incoming:

Oof so this one was... Yeah, I had it all in my head from the start but i questioned all of it so much. It was fun to write but it turned out WAYYY crack-ier than I'd intended so hehe

I added the stalker bit WAYYY before the actual thing happened with H and I thought it was in bad taste for so long but I couldn't figure out a replacement for it :') . (I apologise if you find it in bad taste I really m sorry)

Huge huge huge thanks to Liv for staying crazy with me while I worked over this (also the moodboard ily). Nashie, Coco ily guys ty for everything. Also everyone in the 1DLibrary server, I could not have finished this without y'all sprinting with me. Much love <3

Louis is like Murphy's Law personified idk man lmao <3

So yeah, this one's for Loz

They were both amazing prompts! Much love and I hope you like this <3

“Okay, Haz, babe- That’s the third time you’ve sighed in the last five minutes. Something has to be on your mind. What is it, love?” Louis stopped short, fingers still tangled in Harry’s hair, the other wrapped awkwardly around a crystal glass Harry had insisted on pouring his beer in, finding the can ‘unromantic’. Louis thought the can had arguably been the better option while they cuddled, but, oh well.

Harry met Louis’ eyes, face expressionless for a moment. “I mean… I’ve just been thinking- It’s about to be Valentine’s day, soon…” he trailed off, smiling up cryptically at Louis.

Louis raised an eyebrow, utterly confused. Valentine’s day… What did that have anything to do with what they were talking about. Was he forgetting something? Had he forgotten something? He waited for a few moments, trying not to panic. A few moments later, he tilted his head slightly, motioning for Harry to continue, unable to wait any longer.

“See, it’s exactly this,” Harry blew out his cheeks and sighed again, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve been wondering-” he paused, before blurting out the rest of the sentence with the words all meshed together, “It’s almost been a decade and a half and I still haven’t managed to turn you into a romantic,” He watched Louis from the corner of his eye warily.

Louis’ jaw worked up and down for a few moments, trying to make sense of Harry’s rushed words. “ Turn me into a romantic!?” Louis exclaimed, realisation hitting him with the force of a train, “What’s that supposed to mean, then? I’m romantic, aren’t I?!” His voice went up an octave with indignation and Harry couldn’t help but giggle at the offended look on his face.

Harry sat back up from where he was snuggled up with Louis, careful to not spill any of his wine onto the older man as he leaned forward to peck his cheek. “Sure you are, Lou,” he grinned.

“Hey- I’m not a child! Don’t just say it for the sake of it! It’s- I’m-” Louis sputtered, “That’s not going to convince me! Say it like you mean it,”

Harry’s lips curled up with amusement and he pouted exaggeratedly at his husband. “Well, Louis… I mean, what’s the last big romantic gesture you made that you remember?” he asked with a small, crooked smile, tilting his head as he watched Louis gnaw at his lower lip. He felt almost bad for Louis, how seriously he was taking this, but Harry would be lying if he said he didn’t find it all just a bit funny.

“Thought so,” Harry said after a pregnant pause, choking back a laugh at the look of concentration on Louis’ face. “You look like you’re gonna blow a nerve, babe,” he said, reaching out to gently run his thumb along Louis’ jaw, “It’s not that big of a deal- I was just wondering. Don’t stress yourself out,”

“You can’t just say something like that and expect me to forget it!” Louis motioned helplessly, forehead still scrunched up, “You’ve got me all worried now, I- Be honest, have I been a bad husband all this time?”

Harry couldn’t help but giggle at that. “Never, Lou. I love you. So so much. You’re the best husband I could’ve ever asked for. You’re just- It was just an observation, that’s all,”

“Oh no no no. It’s you who’s got to have got it all wrong- I mean- I am romantic, aren’t I?” Louis turned to frown at Harry, folding his legs up and looping his arms around his knees.

“Sure you are, Lou. I said that ages ago, didn’t I?” Harry said with the long-suffering patience of someone who had been dealing with this for a long time.

“Not like you meant it. I- You know what, Haz? I’ll prove it to you. Keep your eyes peeled-”

“Don’t generally need to carefully look for grand gestures,” Harry interrupted with a chuckle, ducking away when Louis made to swat at his arm.

“Just you watch, you’re not going to be that mouthy when I’m through with you,”

Harry bit the inside of his cheek and was just about to say something when Louis rolled his eyes, sighing as he turned further towards him. “ Don’t say it. I know what you’re thinking and just- Don’t,”

“I didn’t say anything!” Harry burst out, palm pressed over his mouth as he tried to stifle his giggles.

“But you were thinking it!” Louis mumbled, fake cross with him as he made to pour out the rest of his beer into the glass “And you say I’m the unromantic one,”

Louis smiled smugly to himself as he cut the call, lifting his phone to check the time until the delivery.

He’d stocked up on roses the previous day, placing them throughout the house one at a time in places where Harry could find them, even putting one in Harry’s car before he left for the studio that morning. The younger man hadn’t mentioned them yet, however.

When Louis had checked later, the flowers were gone, so Harry must have seen them, but his husband was nothing if not unpredictable, so he chose to ignore it for the time being.

He’d called and practically begged Mitch to not let Harry anywhere near his car until it was time. He was doing his best to keep the plan under wraps, not wanting to make it obvious and so, had decided to restrain himself from asking Harry to come home early, barely able to contain his excitement. Later, they’d had a little conversation over text during lunch, and Harry had promised to be back by dinner.

Louis was holding Harry to that.

Glancing at his phone again and scrunching up his face when he noticed only a few minutes had passed, Louis strode to the kitchen, turning on the kettle to make himself a cuppa before peering into the fridge, unsure why he was relieved when he saw the cake was still intact. It wasn’t like anything would happen to it still in the fridge, but he’d been anxious all day. He wanted it all to be perfect for Harry.

Louis perked up as soon as he heard the door swing open, quickly stubbing out his cigarette and throwing his phone off to the side, turning around to grin at Harry. “Evening, love,” he smiled, watching patiently as Harry shucked off his coat, throwing his shoes off to the side before practically falling onto the couch beside Louis, looking tired and frustrated.

“So…” Louis started, watching Harry intently “Did you like the flowers?” he asked expectantly, the other man’s reaction not what he had in mind when he had sent the flowers. He had been expecting more… Well- Anything but this.

“Oh my god, Louis,” Harry said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned towards him.

“That’s not the ‘Oh my God’ I was expecting, if I’m being honest,” Louis deadpanned, picking some imaginary lint off his t-shirt, feigning nonchalance while his mind reeled with what could have gone wrong to make Harry react this way.

“I almost called the cops here, Louis- To the house. Mitch had to intervene. He stopped me,” Harry paused, a smile betraying the strict tone he was trying to adopt, “ And I still made them go through hours of footage at the studio to confirm who put the flowers there,”

Louis sputtered incoherently, brow creased in confusion “But Mitch told you, didn’t he?” he asked weakly.

“He did but- I thought I had a stalker, I- I mean- The flowers were everywhere! By the door, yesterday? In the car, this morning? And I- The whole car was covered right now, babe. What was I supposed to think, it’s not like you sent a card saying they were from you,” Harry said, holding back from dissolving into a fit of giggles at how ridiculous the whole situation was now that he looked back at it.

“Who else would know you’re at the studio? How did your mind go straight to fuckin’ ‘stalker’?!” Louis asked, a smile creeping onto his face, “They were just flowers!”

Harry leaned into Louis’ side, full-on belly laughing now as he tried to speak coherently. He nearly called the cops on Louis, for sending him flowers. When he was the one who asked him to be romantic. It was all a bit crazy, he couldn’t lie.

“I’m- Sorry. But I mean- You could’ve added a note,” He managed to choke out, grinning up at Louis, having somehow ended up with his head in his lap.

“I just wanted it to be a surprise! So much for being fuckin’ romantic,” Louis sighed dramatically.

Harry decided to skip replying, choosing to pull Louis down for a kiss by the neck of his t-shirt.

“No incidents this time,” Louis promised a few hours later, giving Harry a sheepish smile as he drew his chair for him. He’d planned on making his date night usual chicken-parma ham but then decided not to take any chances. He’d ended up ordering in and impulsively getting a cake as well.

He sat down across from Harry, taking in the sight of his face bathed in the flickering light of the candle and reflecting back to when they’d had their first proper date. It had been something similar, dinner he’d made, with just the two of them giggling over nothing the whole time, giddy at the novelty of it all.

“ ‘M never gonna get used to this,” he said, voice slightly thick with emotion, “All of this. You’re so pretty, my love. You look fuckin’ gorgeous in this lighting,” he smiled shily, “I don’t know how I was lucky enough to end up here. I’ve said that for years, I know, but I just- I look at you, at us- And we’ve come so far. It’s- I just love you so much,”

“The season’s getting to somebody,” Harry joked weakly, sniffling in what he hoped was an inconspicuous manner. “We’ve barely started and you’ve already made me all emotional,” he said, the look on his face despite his playful tone telling Louis all he needed to know. “I love you too, my soppy fool,”

Louis stood up, rubbing his hands together like a little kid just about to be let loose on Christmas morning. He tried not to overthink it, this was his chance to make it up for the roses. Harry had to love the cake.

“Don’t look back,” he reminded, keeping the nervousness out of his voice. He had made Harry sit on a barstool with his face away from the refrigerator, once he’d gotten the plates cleared away. He was standing in front of the fridge himself and tried not to bounce too much as he carefully got the cake out, biting his lip in concentration as he crossed over to the kitchen island.

“Don’t peek,” he repeated, bending over Harry’s shoulder to place the cake in front of him. He smiled to himself as he stuck the little heart-shaped candles in, getting them centred on his first go. He went through the drawers, looking for a lighter, swearing under his breath each time he shut a drawer he didn’t find it in.

“Try by the couch?” Harry suggested, “And I didn’t look, Lou, before you ask. I mean- It’s pretty obvious,” he added, turning towards what he thought was Louis’ general vicinity to show him his still-scrunched-close eyes.

Louis, however, was in the living room by then, groaning as he snatched up the lighter innocuously lying on the centre table.

“What would I do without you?” He asked dramatically as he walked back into the kitchen, lighting up the two heart-shaped candles. “Even with your eyes closed you’re more competent than I am,” he mumbled, stepping back to survey the setup.

The pink of the candles almost clashed with the colours of the cake, but Louis had a feeling Harry wouldn’t mind. His husband was a sucker for anything blue and green.

“What are we blowing out candles for?” Harry asked from behind him and Louis jumped slightly.

“Well, I dunno-” Louis said, cracking his knuckles anxiously, “I just thought-” He trailed off. Maybe this was a stupid idea, he thought with a sting of doubt passing through him. Who blew out candles when it wasn’t their birthday? And even if it was one of their birt-

“Oh, I’m not complaining!” Harry exclaimed, “I was just curious, is all. Can I open my eyes now, Lou?” he added, sounding apologetic.

Louis hummed, perching on the stool beside his, watching Harry’s expression as he took in the blue and green house shaped cake. It was simple, but in the dim lighting and with the candles on, it looked rather good. Plus, it was the sentiment that mattered. Despite all the teasings, they both knew Harry was the soppy one.

“Two hearts in one home…” Louis trailed off, motioning vaguely to the cake, “Since we’re going for big romantic declarations- Nothing more apt,”

“Wait- There’s sparklers as well,” Louis mumbled, fumbling with the lighter again as he lit them up,

“Happy Almost-Valentine’s Day, Harry,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.

“We’re definitely making this a thing,” Harry smiled when he pulled back, “Happy Almost-Valentine’s, Lou,”

The sparklers had died down and Louis pulled them off, crossing over to throw them into the bin. When he came back he was met with Harry sitting in front of the candle, palm slapped over his mouth.

Louis stood there, staring at the cake and back at Harry, a sinking feeling of realisation heavy in the pit of his stomach.

“No incidents, you were saying,” Harry grinned, nodding towards the cake, “Watch,”

He gave Louis a significant look before pursing his lips, blowing hard on the candles. Louis was strongly aware of the blush creeping up his neck as he watched the candle go out, only to come back to life a second later.

“One more time,” Harry giggled, blowing out the candles and snorting out a laugh when they jumped back to life.

“This wasn’t the plan,” Louis groaned, slumping onto the stool beside Harry.

“I don’t mind, they’re fun,” Harry chuckled, blowing out the candles again. Louis couldn’t help but smile at the look on his face. Maybe this incident wasn’t all that bad.

Harry opened the door, shucking his coat off and hanging it on the hooks over the table, dropping his keys into the little bowl. He then stopped short in his tracks, staring dumbfoundedly. There were petals. Forming a path. Leading up the curving glass staircase. Presumably to the bedroom.

He scoffed lightly in surprise. It was all a bit over the top, even by his standards. Perhaps he had truly made a romantic out of Louis. If just asking him was all it took…

Barely aware of it, he followed the trail, stepping lightly on the petals, smiling when he felt them give a little beneath his feet. He could imagine Louis laying the petals down, crouching with his tongue caught between his teeth. He smiled to himself at the image, turning to glance back down the stairs to take in how it all looked.

He pushed the bedroom door open, the generally silent snick of it connecting with the magnet on the wall echoing across the closed space. “Lou?” he called out, lingering awkwardly in the doorway as he stared around the room. The floor here was covered with an even thicker layer of petals, and in the back of his mind, he wondered how they would clean them up.

There were also several candles dotted around the room, most of them unlit, but the low scent of something spicy was undeniably present in the room. He had the feeling he was a bit early, and- Well, he had thought Louis would appreciate it, he never stopped moaning about how long Harry spent in the studio, but- From the sight of the room, it seemed like Louis would’ve appreciated a bit more time.

He considered returning to the living room, wasting a bit of time, and pretending he hadn’t seen any of this. Maybe Louis wouldn’t have heard the main door open. Maybe he could act like he’d just gotten home. Maybe-

“Haz!” Louis exclaimed, stepping out of the en suite with a towel clasped between his hands. He threw it carelessly off to the side and crossed over the room to where Harry was standing, and Harry flinched a little, detachedly thinking about who would pick up the towel.

He shook himself mentally, realising Louis was saying something. He hadn’t registered a single word. Hopefully, Louis wouldn’t notice. “ -And I mean, you weren’t supposed to be home early- I’m not- Don’t take this the long way, I love that we can get a head start, but I would’ve liked to have at least gotten all the candles lit,” he rambled, chuckling lightly before placing his hands on Harry’s hips and stepping closer.

Harry bit his lip sheepishly, giving him a small shrug. “It really just isn’t meant to be,” he teased, “Every time you try to pull an extravagant gesture, someth-”

“Oi! Watch it, then. Don’t get all cheeky on me,” Louis reprimanded, smiling despite himself.

“Just stating the facts,” Harry grinned, leaning down for a kiss.

“I love you so much,” Louis sighed dramatically when Harry pulled away, getting on his toes to peck him, “But now that you’ve seen the surprise already, help me with the candles, yeah?”

“Yeah, I… could…” Harry cocked his head to the side, smiling smugly “Or… we skip the candles,” he teased, cupping Louis’ jaw and running his thumb over his cheekbone, “And we get to whatever it was you had planned in the bathroom?”

A flush crept up Louis’ neck from the sudden change in Harry’s demeanour. It wasn’t like Harry to take the reins, and Louis liked to pretend he would rather be the one in charge, but they both knew he loved it when Harry got like this. “Oh- I wasn’t- It… Um, later?” Louis squeaked.

“Yeah, the candles can wait for later-” Harry smirked, dipping his head down to peck Louis’ lips, then moving to press kisses along the line of his jaw. He placed his hands on Louis’ waist, barely aware when Louis took a step towards him, guiding him to the ensuite door.

Harry instinctually took a few steps back, letting himself be guided by Louis. He barely registered something nudging the back of his calves, and then heard a dull thunk. He broke off, swearing under his breath, and whipped around.

It was one of the candles. Oh-

“Fuck,” Louis hissed, grabbing the candle and blowing it out, setting it upright before looking around wildly for something to clean up the wax with. “Haz, where’s that fuckin’ towel I- Fuckin’ hell,”

Harry didn’t even stop to think, throwing the towel over to Louis and standing awkwardly over his shoulder as he mopped up the spilt wax. It wasn’t until later that he realised the better option would have been to let the wax harden and scrape it out.

At the time, all he was focused on was the small black singed circle on the carpet. Right in front of the window.

“Oops?” Harry bit his lip as Louis turned to face him, grimacing apologetically, “It’s um- The carpet is… yeah. And the candles, I mean- I’ll light them again, later?”

“Forget the candles, the cinnamon was getting on my nerves anyway. Too fuckin’ strong,” Louis smiled back, and Harry was internally grateful for the offhand way he was taking this. He knew Louis must’ve wanted it all to be perfect, and he nearly would have gotten it right this time, if not for Harry’s clumsiness.

“I love you, Lou. Thanks for doing all this,” Harry said in a small voice, feeling warm and fuzzy as he watched Louis go around the room and blow out the candles one by one.

“No need to thank me, Harry. Y’know that, babe,” Louis smiled, eyes crinkling up as he leaned against the table, crossing his arms and gazing fondly at the younger man. “I won’t lie… All of this- All that I did” he motioned vaguely, “Could’ve gone better, but- That would’ve been boring, at best. I mean- At least we’ll make more memories this way. No fuckin’ way to forget your husband almost calling the cops on you because you sent him flowers,” he giggled.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?” Harry sighed.

Louis just shook his head in response, cracking into a wide smile and holding out his hand towards Harry. “Last surprise,” he motioned towards the slightly open bathroom door and Harry grinned back, intertwining their fingers together.

The scene that greeted them when Louis cracked open the door was not the one Harry had been expecting.

Suds. Suds everywhere.

Harry watched expressions flick over Louis’ face, his own jaw hanging open. Surprise. Bewilderment. Confusion.

Harry understood the flood of emotions Louis must have been feeling. It really was a lot of bubbles. The bathtub in the corner was nowhere to be seen, completely engulfed under a mountain of suds. Harry bet it would’ve at least come up to his knees if he waded all the way to the bathtub.

He could actually see when the realisation of how this all happened hit Louis. He watched his expression change as it dawned on him.Harry bit the inside of his cheek, suppressing his giggles at the look on his face.

“Best Valentine’s Day ever,” Harry said seriously. Louis rolled his eyes at him, looking entirely unimpressed.

“No I- For real, How did you even manage this?” he asked incredulously.

“A bit too much bubble bath?” Louis offered, still staring incredulously around the bathroom.

“A bit more than just ‘a bit’, I’d say,” Harry chuckled.

“Stop it,” Louis giggled, shooting Harry a fake-offended look, “Or there’ll be no bath for you,”

“What? You’re going to actually bathe in that ?” Harry raised an eyebrow coolly.

“Well since all the bubbles are already there , I figured- Might as well use them, yeah?” Louis grinned, stripping off his clothes as he walked into the foam, wiggling his eyebrows at Harry.

Harry shook his head and tugged his own shirt off, discarding it off to the side carelessly. He laughed out loud when Louis stepped into the bathtub, disappearing under the bubbles, apart from his head.

Louis really was such an idiot. But he was his idiot.

“I’m not an idiot,” Louis exclaimed, sounding offended. Harry realised he said the last part out loud. Well, oops.

“I love you, Lou,” Harry giggled, getting in the tub with Louis, reaching for his shoulder when he slightly lost his balance. Maybe it hadn’t all gone according to plan, but Harry wouldn’t have had it any other way. Louis was always there for him. There was nothing more he could ask for.

All that mattered was Louis. And all the little things he did.

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voulezloux · 9 months

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“One kiss.”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “One kiss?”

Louis nods. “One kiss and no more.”

“I’m going to want more than one kiss, though.”

“Too bad, so sad, you’re only getting one,” Louis sasses. “Better hurry up, this offer is going fast.”

“we should kiss.” so they kiss.

your right now, your forever, your last call, your whatever (6.3k)

written as apart of @1daboficfest

graphic made by the lovely @nouies

#o posts #my fic #1d abo fic fest #larry fic #larry fan fic #larry fan fiction #larry fanfic #larry fanfiction #larry angst #larry smut #larry fluff #the way i forgot this fic went live today #ALSO THE FACT IM LATE LMAO #blouisparadise

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hellolovers13 · 1 year

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love drunk, waiting on a miracle by hellolovers13

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | E | 30.1k | Coffeshop AU

Christmas inspired Coffeshop AU

Harry has a bit of a crush on a customer. Thankfully, the feeling is mutual. These are their first 24 days together.

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Past, Present, Future

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bottomhaztoplou · 8 months

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for love is heaven, and heaven is love (1.2k) by DaddyAlphaLouisBabyOmegaHarry // bottomhaztoplou / @paranormalbabydoll

Written for @wordplayfics round 7, week 1!

Louis reads poetry to Harry, his upset mate, as he nests in their bed.

Read it here on AO3!

(Collage info: Collage was made by me using pictures from Pexels.)

#my fic #my writing #larry fanfiction #larry fluff #omega harry #alpha beta omega #alpha louis #nesting #wordplay2023 #i'm no longer using tracking tags because anxiety

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louisplumpyass · 2 years

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i have to have you [enemies to lovers]

𝙻𝚘𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝟹𝟻 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 25 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚗... 𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚐. 𝙰 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖… 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜**𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌**𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘?

hate to love, enemies to lovers, writer!louis and editor!harry <3

(new!fic)

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stylinsonwish · 1 year

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Happy Birthday, Boobear

"Harry?"

The December wind rushed into his house through the door but it's the warmest he has been in a while.

"Hey you," Harry said, a bouquet of sunflowers held between them. He had crinkles by the his eyes because of his smile. A smile that was like a thousand suns, "Happy Birthday."

"But you said you wouldn't be here until after New Year's Eve?"

Harry brushed a kiss over the back of his hand, "What, you thought I wouldn't be here for your birthday? My husband? My sun? My Lou? My sunflower? My boobear—"

"Oh, enough."

One interview and he wouldn't ever live this down.

"Happy Birthday, Boobear," One kiss to his forehead, "Happy Birthday, Boobear," He slid his hands down to Louis' waist while he kissed his eyelids, his cheeks and the tip of his nose, "Happy birthday my Boobear. Happy birthday, Boobear."

"H, you know I don't mind Boobear when you're the one who says it?"

It elicited a soft laugh out of Harry, "Sure, Lou."

Louis buried his head into his shoulder to hide his smile, "Thank you."

"Why, because I forgave you even when you didn't choose me to play you in your biopic? Or when you said boobear is a horrible nickname?"

"Oh, you little shit—"

"I'm taller than you."

Louis shook his head, "Thank you for being here and there is no need to be sassy on my birthday, Mr. Styles."

"It's Styles-Tomlinson for you, sunshine."

#harry styles #louis tomlinson #fanfic #one direction #ao3 #fic rec #fiction #imagine your otp #reading #writing #larry stylinson #larry fluff #larry oneshot #larry #louis x harry #happy birthday louis

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track-five · 1 year

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i'm torn

Harry had Louis positively swooning. That whole interview, Louis truly struggled to keep himself in check while his angel of a husband sat perched delicately on the arm of the sofa. Even while terribly ill, he was so irresistibly perfect. The way his dimples lit up his cheeks, how his eyes sparkled with a subtle fever-brightness, there was something so addictive about the pure sweetness that his medicine-doped self radiated. Voiceless as he was, everything about him was still so charming and endearing and fucking intoxicating that Louis was torn between maintaining professionalism and kissing the fuck out of his lips right then and there. If it wasn't for the risk of catching the flu, which he felt was inevitable at this point anyway, he might have lost control of himself.

Words: 8867, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Sick Character, Sick Harry Styles, Caring Louis Tomlinson, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Established Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Married Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fever, Caretaking, Pet Names, mitam era, louis is a sweet husband, and harry feels awful

#my fic #hl #larry fic #h/c #sickfic #harry styles sickfic #ao3 #larry fluff #larry h/c

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lhhspixie · 2 years

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Hey! i wrote a one shot based on this day (pics) and it would mean the world to me if u guys don’t mind checking it out thank you :)

link: archiveofourown.org/works/40410627

#harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry one shot #larry stylinson #larry fluff #larry fic #larry fanfiction #ao3fic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #ao3 larry #fic recs #larry fic recs #one direction #nick grimshaw

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oruhlee · 2 years

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we’ll never have sex - 1

larry stylinson series.

summary: a pretty boy works at the counter of the flowershop louis applies at.

warnings: a bit angsty (mentions of death + self consciousness), louis is just a hopeless romantic in love with harry but doesn’t know it yet, this entire thing is just lou being awkward and pining over a boy he just met, also harry is there, plus dumb puns and some much too descriptive descriptions

word count: 889 (this is mostly just an intro)

notes: go listen to we'll never have sex by leith ross rn :)

‘depollute me, pretty baby…’

- we’ll never have sex , leith ross

💐

louis tomlinson didn’t know much about flowers, other than what his late mother had told him during her gardening years, so he wasn’t really sure how this interview was going to go.

he stood outside of iris you well (a dumb play on a common parting phrase), trying to calm his nerves. he could feel the little pickaxes at the base of his throat becoming sharper, faster, stronger, and he urged them away with harsh insults. they calmed down, just for a moment, but long enough for him to push open the glass door and step inside.

“hi, welcome to iris you well!”

louis scanned the room, noticing the assortment of colors and types, but was unable to locate where the words came from. he waited a minute, two minutes, and was almost ready to leave when a forest green curtain behind the counter (that he hadn’t even noticed) was pushed to the side.

what stepped through was not a boy or a man or a girl or a woman- it was an angel. a tall, long haired, green eyed angel, wearing a blue shirt only half buttoned up and black jeans louis would have thought were too tight on any other being. he was nothing short of ethereal, and lou was nothing short of starstuck.

“hi,” the angel repeated, smiling sweetly. “can i help you?”

“um, i’m-“ louis cut himself off, take a breath to steady his… well, his everything. “i’m louis, ‘m here for an interview. is there a harry here?”

“you’re lookin’ at ‘em.”

of course.

god, harry is such a perfect fuckin’ name.

“oh, uh,” louis kicked himself in his head. “hi.”

“hi.”

neither of them said anything for a second. the silence was a bit uncomfortable, but not tense.

“so…” harry trailed off, glancing at the ground and then back in the other’s general direction. “should we start?”

“what is it that makes you wanna work here?”

louis and harry now sat in the back of the store, behind the curtain. the lighting was dimmer than the shop front since there were no windows, but harry’s green eyes were still visible as they watched louis from across the small table, waiting for his response.

“well, my mum loved flowers and… and tha’s pretty much it. in all sincerity, i’ve been on the job hunt fo’ a while and ‘m gettin’ a bit desperate.”

harry laughed at that, a perfect laugh, a beautiful laugh, an angelic laugh, and lou had to inhale sharply at the pure loveliness of it before he could chuckle himself.

“tha’s not something you usually tell someone who’s interviewing you, y’know,” harry grinned, shaking his head softly. “you’ve done good up until this point, though, so i suppose i’ll ignore tha’ part.”

more laughing; more silence.

“um, alright,” harry started, gaze falling to the small notecards laid out on the table. “what makes you unique, louis?”

out of all of the moments that louis had almost died since he’d arrived here half an hour ago, this was the most severe.

it was the first time harry had said his name, and louis was only a teeny tiny bit sure he hadn’t already passed away and gone to heaven, where all he would experience for the rest of eternity was harry’s voice sounding out the consonants and vowels he was assigned at birth.

louis, louis, louis, louis-

“louis?”

shit.

“oh, sorry, zoned out for a second,” louis claimed, hoping his cover up was believable. “what was the question?”

“what makes you unique?”

shit. again.

the word unique was a bit of a foreign term for lou. being the eldest of seven siblings, different was never a thing he felt he had a right to. it wasn’t his family- they were wonderful- he just didn’t feel he was… important enough? he’s still not really sure how to put it.

“uh…” louis attempted to form a sentence a few times, but was unsuccessful. “i’m not sure.”

harry’s eyes softened (if it was even possible for them to become more soft), his head titling to the side just a centimeter. as sweet as it was, louis couldn’t help but feel a small bit of irritation rise in his throat at the pity. it was a mix of habitual guardedness and years of toxic masculinity built up into a defensive wall, a defensive wall that made him refuse any sympathy and clench his jaw.

“y’alright, love?”

love.

the word, despite it’s casualness and popularity in their area, made louis melt.

“yeah, yeah,” he coughed, glancing at the ground then back up. “yeah, ‘m fine.”

harry waited a minute, as if contemplating, then took a breath and stood up.

“welcome to iris you well,” he said cheerily, like he did when they first met, holding his hand out.

“really?” lou asked in slight disbelief, standing up as well. “thanks, mate.”

mate.

stupid, stupid.

harry smiled anyways.

“‘s no problem, we’re glad to have you.”

the second their hands touched, louis knew that something was different about harry. he had suspected it up until then, but the stereotypical sparks that lit up between their skin, curving around their wrists and snaking all the way to their curved lips, was a sure sign that this boy, that this angel, was different-

and, christ’s sake, was louis ready for more.

💐

‘…suck the rot right out of my bloodstream.’

- we’ll never have sex , leith ross

extras notes: jesus i missed writing these two

#larry stylinson fanfiction #larry stylinson #harry styles #louis tomlinson #harry x louis #larry fluff #larry angst #we’ll never have sex #flowershop au #louis x harry #aurelie writes🍄

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justmemyselfandthemoon · 1 year

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Escape

Travel, love and a life-changing experience.

AU where a celebrity and a fan escape their realities.

Complete on Wattpad and AO3.

#escape #fanfic #larry fanfiction #short fiction #love #larry fluff

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cc-horan28 · 3 months

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Be My Valentine - 2

When I'm Fat and Old

(G) 750 words

Louis Tomlinson x Harry Styles

“I’m just in awe. And we’re only just getting older, but we’re not even that old, yet. And I just- we’ve still got so so much to do. No one I’d rather do it with,”

Louis shares his dreams of them growing old together <3

No warnings!

A/N : Once again, Thank you Akeyla for these amazing prompts and this fest! Shoutout to the lovely people in the 1DLibrary server for helping me figure not only this, but all the fics out and sprinting with me!

Title from 1D’s ‘Act My Age’

“You’re such a soppy fool,” Harry giggled, lightly swatting Louis’ bicep.

“I mean it,” the older man said sincerely, forehead furrowed with how intensely he was staring at him.

When he had sat down with Louis at 5pm, the latter saying he just wanted to watch the sunset, Harry had known what was on his mind.

Or he thought he did.

He hadn’t expected for Louis to be 3 drinks in, not even properly drunk yet, but making statements that rivaled those he had made cuddled up in their bunk beds at the X factor house.

“Haz,” Louis whined, pinching the chub by his hips as he draped his arm over him, chin on his shoulder, “I really do mean it. We’ll be… what was that song- we’ll be fat and old, yeah.” He hummed, nose brushing over Harry’s skin, lips trailing kisses. “You’ll be fat, and old and so will I. And we’ll still sit here, and I’ll still watch the sun wash over you, and I’ll still have a drink in hand, and I’ll still tell you how much I love you.”

Louis did his best to hide the slight tremor in his voice, but after all these years, he might as well have just not bothered.

“I love you too, Lou. But where’s all of this coming from, so suddenly?” Harry’s voice was low and soft, laced with concern, all traces of teasing long gone.

Louis was silent, looking up at Harry, head still resting on his shoulder and he was a bit surprised when he saw his blue eyes shining, tears pooling in them.

“Baby,” Harry coaxed gently, lacing his fingers with Louis’, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “What’s on your mind? Y’know you can tell me anything, Lou. If there’s anything you know, these many years later, it’s that,”

Louis chuckled weakly, “ ‘M not sad, love,” he offered Harry a watery smile, “But that’s just it. It’s been so long and sometimes I look at you- at us and I’m just…” His tongue quickly darted out across his bottom lip, and he sat up, crossing his legs as he faced Harry.

“I’m just in awe. And we’re only just getting older, but we’re not even that old, yet. And I just- we’ve still got so so much to do. No one I’d rather do it with,” he squeezed Harry’s hand, tracing the tattoos up his arm and resting it on his shoulder, leaning in for a kiss.

“It gets a little overwhelming, sometimes. I just wonder how I got this lucky,” he breathed out when he pulled back, eyes tracing over Harry’s shirtless figure.

Harry felt his tears prickling as he smiled back at his husband not bothering to blink them away, a comfortable silence settling in. He folded his knees, hugging them to his chest, eyes tracing over the contours of Louis’ face as he had been for well over a decade now. Not yet and knowing that he never would tire of it, no matter how many mornings he woke up next to him.

“I wonder about that too, trust me,” He tried to hide the sniffle that escaped him but Louis was quick on the uptake, brushing Harry’s hand away from his face and smiling gently, nodding at him to continue.

“If someone had told me- 16-year-old me- that this is where we would end up-” he laughed through his nose, tilting his head back against the couch. “You’re going to make fun of me,” he said, bashfully glancing at the man sitting beside him.

“When have I ever?” Louis quipped, biting his lip

Harry rolled his eyes fondly, moving closer to him nonetheless. “He would probably have said we were soulmates,” he paused, waiting for Louis’ reaction. There was none, and he smiled to himself before continuing.

“It’s like those cheesy quotes I used to read on pinterest.” he said tentatively, “In every world, you’d have been mine. And I’d have been yours. Even if we hadn’t placed third- even if we hadn’t even auditioned; we would have ended up here. Or some version of here. But we would still be us, growing old together,”

Harry heard light sniffles and quickly turned to meet Louis’ gaze.

“Who’s the soppy fool now?”

A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕

#bemyvalentine2024 #bemyvalentineno2 #growing old together #larry stylinson #fluff #pure fluff #Harry Styles #Louis Tomlinson #hlcreators #hltracks #hlficlibrary #trackinghome #larry fics #larry fanfiction #larry fluff #one direction

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