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Monthly Reads | May 2020

Happy 28th! These are the fics I read and enjoyed this month. Thank you to all you amazing authors in this fandom for making my world a little brighter! ♥ ❥ No Going Back | jacaranda_bloom | Lighthouse Keepers AU - strangers to lovers - fluff - dom/sub undertones - 56k Sales reps Harry and Louis are bored with their jobs and their lives. After meeting at a conference in Cardiff they hook up, have a few too many drinks, and jokingly apply to become remote lighthouse keepers. Six months, just the two of them, looking after the southernmost lighthouse off the bottom of Australia. It’s not like their applications will be accepted. Right? This is the story of how one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk. ❥ Stranger Stars | shaylea | Road Trip - travel - slow burn - friends to lovers - pining - fluff - angst - implied/referenced homophobia - 212k Five years ago, Africa offered a grieving Louis Tomlinson an escape from an England he couldn't tolerate. Now it's become home as he leads overland tours across the continent with his best friend and driver Zayn Malik. What's meant to be just another ordinary six-week trip from Cape Town to Nairobi turns into anything but, when future lawyer/current photographer and songwriter Harry Styles and his friends join Louis' latest set of passengers. ❥ Say Something | kingsofeverything | a/b/o - age difference - mpreg - past divorce - unplanned pregnancy - hurt/comfort - 105k At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating. When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity. It’s the only use he has for an Alpha in his life. Twenty-eight-year-old Alpha Louis Tomlinson aims to change that. ❥ The Orchards of Jessop | jaerie | age difference - self-discovery - implied/referenced homophobia - quarantine - strangers to lovers - 15k At age 40, there isn’t much excitement in widower Louis Tomlinson’s life, but wasn’t that the reason he’d moved to Jessop Island in the first place? Back then he hadn’t thought retiring before he reached 30 and moving to the countryside would mean that he’d be doing it alone. Now, just to fill the space, he welcomes lodgers into his home that pass through working as temporary labourers at the orchards just up the road. They’ve all been young adults eager to start lives of their own after one last summer of freedom. All of them have been much the same, coming and going from Louis’ house with just enough social interaction to keep the house from feeling so empty. But when a global pandemic shuts down the world, being quarantined with a quiet twenty year old who keeps to himself might turn out to be an awkward arrangement. By the time the restrictions have been lifted, their relationship has developed into something Louis isn’t quite ready to give up. With their twenty year age difference, Louis has to be prepared for the inevitable outcome when the reality shatters the private world they’ve been living in. He’s not sure he’ll be able to let it go. ❥ Until | allwaswell16 | farm/ranch - famous/not famous - enemies to lovers - hate to love - light angst - humor - 38k Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star. ❥ hit me with your sweet love | outropeace | a/b/o - sugar baby - soulmates - miscommunication - 40k Powerful people only end up with powerful people. The rest are just playthings in their lives. Louis Tomlinson was many things, but he wasn’t anybody’s plaything. ❥ On This Winter's Night | reminiscingintherain | meet cute - christmas - fluff - 27k When a random bloke offers his lap for a seat on a busy bus in December, Louis' Christmas ends up being much different, and far less lonely than he was expecting. ❥ Walls Are Just Walls (You Are My Home) | logogram | famous/not famous - friends to lovers - pining - hiking - injury - 26k After being injured in a hiking accident, musician Harry and his bodyguard are stuck on the trail with no cell service, no supplies, and with nightfall coming. Louis, who’s a wilderness first responder, comes across them, gives first aid, and calls for a rescue. Once the rescue’s over and Harry’s family is there to care for him, Louis doesn’t figure he’ll ever see Harry again, but he does— at the talk shows he and Harry appear on so they can talk about their experience, at the concert Harry invites him to, through all texts and DMs. It’s amazing how well they get along and how much Louis likes him. Could someone like Harry ever return his feelings? ❥ Love Will Light The Way | Jesapeak | afterlife - death - Louis is a reaper - angst - 27k Most people throughout Louis's life thought that dying brought you to one of two gates. Heaven or Hell. Really, it brought you to a dated diner, just outside of the suburbs, skirting the beginning of the city. Where, instead of God, you met Liam Payne and his post-it notes. Well, not for everyone, but for the select few whoever is in charge up there deemed fit to help guide the living into death. Unfortunate people like Louis. Who'd honestly rather just lie in bed and pretend it had all been a dream. A very bad, cliche dream. It wasn’t though and this was his new normal. As much as he hated it. And Harry? He just wanted to know who the man was that kept killing his patients. ❥ like it's a game | soldouthaz | hate to love - enemies to lovers - enemies to friends to lovers - friends with benefits - pining - light angst - fluff - 32k There is little harry hates more than truth or dare. And louis. ❥ What You're Signing On For | abrighteryellow | enemies to friends to lovers - fluff - angst fake/pretend relationship - past divorce - 30k Back at home in London after a whirlwind romance, Louis wants nothing more than to break ties completely with the sophisticated Frenchman who swept him off his feet. In order to do that, he needs the help of Harry Styles: former town bad boy and adopted brother of Louis' flatmate. An O.C. AU about flawed first impressions, the seductive power of French pastries, bad romance novelists, and getting on the same page. ❥ What Side Of Love Are You On? | FallingLikeThis | Because I Said So AU - first meetings - biphobia - homophobia - meet-cute - fluff - family drama - internal conflict - 25k Ever since Harry finally made the decision to come out to his mother as bisexual, she’s been foisting women on him left and right, determined it’s just a phase. But when she puts out a personal ad to find the perfect partner for her son, things really get complicated. Suddenly, Harry’s heart is being pulled in two very different directions. On one side is the sweet, caring woman he has fun with, but doesn’t know his mother chose for him. On the other is a man who seems to be his mother’s worst nightmare, but makes Harry’s heart flutter in ways he’s never felt before. When all is said and done, maybe they’ll all learn that when there is no clear path to go down, the best option is to follow your heart. A Because I Said So Au with a bisexual twist. ❥ Missed Connection | littlelouishiccups | soulmates - soulmate-identifiying marks - strangers to friends to lovers - friends with benefits - angst - fluff - dom/sub - 40k Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are tattooed on your skin. With a boring and generic soul mark like Hi, Harry is pessimistic he’ll ever find his soulmate or that he’ll realize it when he meets them. But he could always have it worse, like his new friend Louis who had a drunken one night stand with his soulmate a few years ago and woke up the next morning alone.

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Here he comes, one of the planet’s most conspicuous young men, stepping out of the London drizzle and into a dusty suburban pub. If there was an old vinyl record player in the place it would scratch quiet. Instead, the two-dozen punters turn hushed and intent, as if a unicorn has just trotted in off the street, and nobody wants to scare it off. “That’s frickin’ Harry frickin’ Styles,” whispers a young man at the bar, “in this pub.” The pop star is asked what he wants to drink and in a voice already inclined to undertones, quietly orders a cup of tea.

A former teen star who is now 25, a happier and rockier solo artist since his boyband One Direction split a few years ago, Styles has hidden himself inside a large, swamp-green parka. He’s tall, around the 6ft mark, and carries himself with a slight stoop. If Styles could only do something about his appearance from the neck up (elfin brow, wide Joker smile, a face that’s recognisable across multiple continents) you sense he could drink in pubs like this anonymously enough. As it is, cover blown, he removes the parka. A woolly jumper beneath has a picture of the planet Saturn on it. Maybe they’ve heard of Styles there, too.

We take a seat in the corner. On nearby tables, conversations start to sputter as people try to keep their own talk ticking along on autopilot while straining to hear what Styles says. I ask him about the sheer strangeness of this and other aspects of fame. Full stadiums, swooning admirers, an excess of opportunity and cash. Why isn’t Styles an absolute ordeal of a human being by now? Keith Richards, at a comparable stage, imagined himself the pirate leader of a travelling nation-state, unbound by international law. Elton John was on vast amounts of cocaine. Meanwhile, here’s Harry, known in the music industry as a bit of a freak, medically, having maintained abnormally high levels of civility in his system.

Styles tilts his head, flattered. There are others, he promises. “People who are successful, and still nice. It’s when you meet the people who are successful and aren’t nice, you think: What’s yer excuse? Cos I’ve met the other sort.”

Styles read Keith Richards’ autobiography a while back, and he recently finished Elton’s, too. (“Soooo much cocaine,” he marvels.) We talk for a bit about whether extreme dissolute behaviour and artistic greatness go hand in hand. Styles, who has just released his second solo album, Fine Line, the penultimate track of which is called Treat People With Kindness, has to hope not. “I just don’t think you need to be a dick to be a good artist. But, then, there are also a lot of good artists who are dicks. So. Hmm. Maybe I need to start scaring babies in supermarkets?”

A couple of lads hustle over to offer drinks. A photo is requested; they say they’ll wait. I’m weirdly anxious about Styles’s phone, which is slung on the table in front of him. What must be the black-market value of that thing? If fans were to get hold of it, would they want to open Styles’s music app first, to listen to tracks from the new album, or rush to see his messages and calls, to find out who Styles has been flirting with late at night? The interest in his music has always run at a ratio of about 50/50 with the interest in who he is dating.

It’s a ratio Styles tries to adjust in favour of the music by being vague about his ex-partners, real and rumoured (Taylor Swift, Kendall Jenner, Parisian model Camille Rowe), diverting to discuss his songs about failed relationships. A year ago, when Styles was floating around near this pub in north London, where he lives, and California, where he tends to record, looking for inspiration for the new album, his close friend Tom Hull told him: “Just date amazing women, or men, or whatever, who are going to fuck you up… Let it affect you and write songs about it.”

Styles, who writes in collaboration with Hull and producer Tyler Johnson, sounds as if he took the advice. The new album, Fine Line, is at its best when capturing late-hours moments, drunk calls, “wandering hands”, kitchen snogs. A golden-haired lover recurs. There are up tracks, down tracks, some with the trippy delirium of harpsichord-era Stones, others with the angsty Britpop swell of strings. While I listened, I couldn’t help scribbling down names, possible subjects. On the lyric “There’s a piece of you in how I dress” I wrote: maybe Kendall? In a song about a lover “way too bright for me”: surely Taylor.

Styles says he keeps to a general rule: write what comes and don’t think about it too much afterwards. The only time he worries about an individual lyric is if it risks putting an ex in a difficult position. “If a song’s about someone, is that fine? Or is that gonna get annoying for them, if people try to decipher it?” Has he ever got that judgment call wrong and taken a bollocking from an angry ex? Styles raises an eyebrow. “Maybe ask me in a month.”

I quiz him on something I’ve often wondered about. Why are the very famous so inclined to hook up with the very famous? From the outside it looks twice the hassle, with twice the odds of ending badly. “Don’t we all do that, though?” Styles asks. “Go into things that feel relatively doomed from the start?” I ask him why he doesn’t date normals. He seems tickled: “Um. I mean, I do. I have a private life. You just don’t know about it.”

Styles doesn’t particularly like being asked about his love life, but is amused all the same, as he is about most things. When I ask about the logistics of someone as well known as him dating someone anonymous (“Do you need to give them, like, some sort of primer?”), Styles snorts with laughter.

“Uh-h-h. Like any conversation, I guess, it’s easier if you’re honest. But I try to let it come up when it comes up. Cos that’s a weird thing to talk about, y’know? If you’ve just started seeing someone, and you’re, like: [he adopts a throaty, mission-briefing voice] So! This is what’s gonna happen!” Styles holds out his hands: no, ta. “I don’t wanna have that conversation, man. It would be fucking weird.”

And not very sexy, I say.

“Not sexy,” Styles says, “no.”

A quick aside about his accent, which is hard to capture in print. (“Nat sexy, no.”) After a workout in a hotel gym recently, Styles says he was taken aback (“taken abeck”) to be asked by a stranger whether he was speaking in a fake voice. He was appalled. But after so long crossing borders and time zones, living and working between England and the US, the accent has undergone a jazzy remix, and tends to get farthest from its Cheshire roots when he’s around strangers. Once Styles begins to get comfortable in the pub, the flatter, no-nonsense sounds of his youth return. Nowpe he says, for nope. Fook, for fuck.

“What the fook are they?” This was the response of his childhood pals, he remembers, back in the village of Holmes Chapel, when little Harry had the gumption to show up in the playground wearing Chelsea boots instead of the approved chunky trainers. Styles’s parents had separated when he was very young, but there is no origin-story trauma: he has always stayed close to both. His mother, Anne, would praise his singing voice in the car, and when Styles was 16 it was agreed he could audition for a singing contest on TV.

“The craziest part about the whole X Factor thing,” says Styles, who auditioned for the ITV reality show in 2010, “is that it’s so instant. The day before, you’ve never been on telly. Then suddenly…” Suddenly you’re a piece of national property. “You don’t think at the time, ‘Oh, maybe I should keep some of my personal stuff back for myself.’ Partly because, if you’re a 16-year-old who does that, you look like a jumped-up little shit. Can you imagine? ‘Sorry, actually, I’d rather not comment…’ You don’t know what to be protective of.”

By the winter of 2010, Styles was a fan favourite, a key member of One Direction, a five-piece that enjoyed enormous national exposure and gathered millions of fans before any music had been released. Cameras filmed every part of their rise. There wasn’t any time in the dark to practise, test things out, mentally brace. “We didn’t get to dip in a toe,” Styles says. “But, listen, I was a kid, all I knew was: I didn’t have to go to school any more. I thought it was fucking great.” He remembers having a lot of fun, and being well taken care of. He jokes: “Maybe it’s something I’ll have to deal with a bit later. When I wake up in my 40s and think: Arrrggh.”

In February 2012, One Direction were feted at the Brit Awards, hours before they were due to fly to the US for the first time. On TV that night they looked young, silly, chuffed – on the precipice of something huge, and with no clue at all. Their subsequent wonder-run (five platinum albums, four world tours) had its foundations in their ridiculous popularity in the States. Right away, Styles remembers, “We were fuelling a machine. Keeping the fire going.” He remembers it as a stimulating time; maybe overstimulating. “Coming out of it, when the band stopped, I realised that the thing I’d been missing, because it was all so fast paced, was human connection.”

I first met Styles in 2014, around the time the lack of human connection was starting to bite. One Direction were promoting their penultimate album and I’d been commissioned to write about themthe Guardian. Management felt the boys were so exhausted that my minutes in their presence had to be strictly counted. Inside a circle of cripplingly hot lights, while someone ran the stopwatch, we interacted as humanly as we could.

I remember how jaded the best singer in the group, Zayn Malik, seemed. (Malik was weeks away from quitting.) I also remember how flattered and bewildered the others were to be asked a few grownup questions – and not what Louis Tomlinson would later describe to me as “who’s-your-favourite-superhero… all that shit”. Styles was watchful and quiet that day. By total chance, a week later, we were in the same London cafe and he tapped my shoulder. He was having lunch with friends. “Will ya join us?”

t struck me as a quietly classy move. I was fascinated to see him interact with mates he’d chosen for himself. Styles was dry and funny, older than his years. After lunch we said the usual things about keeping in touch, and followed each other on Twitter. I kept an eye on his updates, about leaving One Direction, releasing an impressive, self-titled debut album in 2017, playing for 36,000 people in Madison Square Garden in New York, acting in Christopher Nolan’s Oscar-nominated war movie Dunkirk. Meanwhile, I did my best to manage the mess that had been made of my own account after Styles’s Twitter follow ignited a small explosion of teenage longing in my mentions. For at least a year I received weekly, sometimes daily, pleas from people who wanted messages conveyed to “H”. Still now, every few days, fans in America, Asia and Europe follow me to “see what H sees” in their timeline.

He has around 50 million social media followers, and with that comes the ability to ripple the internet like somebody airing a bedsheet. I’ve noticed, though, how rarely Styles directs people to support specific causes, last doing so in 2018, when he encouraged people to join a march against gun violence. Why don’t you use your influence more, I ask? “Because of dilution. Because I’d prefer, when I say something, for people to think I mean it.” He runs his fingertips across the table. “To be honest, I’m still searching for that one thing, y’know. Something I can really stand up for, and get behind, and be like: This Is My Life Fight. There’s a power to doing the one thing. You want your whole weight behind it.”

It’s one of the things that sets Styles apart, the way he puts his whole weight behind the different aspects of this strange job. If you watch footage of him as a guest host on Saturday Night Live last month, Styles plunges in, fully inhabiting the silliness of every sketch. He has good songs in his repertoire (2017’s ballad Sign Of The Times stands out), and would probably admit to some middling songs that attest to his relative inexperience as a writer. But whichever of his songs Styles performs, he goes all-in, trusting that his zest and energy will hold an audience’s attention. He approaches this interview in roughly the same spirit, not enjoying every question, fidgeting, pleading for clemency once or twice, but giving everything due consideration.

I bring up something Styles joked about earlier: the possibility of waking up in his 40s with deferred mental health problems.

“Mm,” he says

Have you thought about therapy, I ask, to get ahead of that?

“I go,” he says. “Not every week. But whenever I feel I need it. For a really long time I didn’t try therapy, because I wanted to be the guy who could say: ‘I don’t need it.’ Now I realise I was only getting in my own way.” He shrugs. “It helps.”

Lately he’s been reading a lot (Lisa Taddeo’s Three Women stood out). He’s watched a lot of Netflix (crime thrillers and music docs). He recently cried through Slave Play on Broadway. I sense in Styles, at 25, a pent-up undergraduate hunger, maybe a desire to make up for lost time. “I’ve definitely been wanting to learn stuff, try stuff,” he says. “Things I didn’t grow up around. Things I’d always been a little bit sceptical about. Like therapy, like meditation. All I need to hear is someone saying, ‘Apparently, it’s amazing’, and I’ll try it. When I was in Los Angeles once, I heard about juice cleanses. I thought, yeah, I’ll do a juice cleanse.”

How messy were the results?

“You mean…?” Styles raises an eyebrow, recalling the poos. “They were all right. I was just hungry. And bored.”

One notable feature of Styles’s solo career has been his headlong embrace of unconventional clothing. A 2017-18 tour could have been sponsored by the Dulux colour wheel: mustard tones in Sydney, shocking pink in Dallas. In a more serious sense, some of Styles’s choices have fed into an important political discussion about gendered fashion. In May, as a co-host at the Met Gala in New York, he stepped out in a sheer blouse and a pearl earring. One evening’s work challenged a lot of stubborn preconceptions about who gets to wear what.

He says: “What women wear. What men wear. For me it’s not a question of that. If I see a nice shirt and get told, ‘But it’s for ladies.’ I think: ‘Okaaaay? Doesn’t make me want to wear it less though.’ I think the moment you feel more comfortable with yourself, it all becomes a lot easier.”

What do you mean, I ask?

Styles is leaning forward, hands folded around his cup of tea. “A part of it was having, like, a big moment of self-reflection. And self-acceptance.” He has a habit, when he’s made a definitive statement, of raising his chin and nodding a little, as if to decide whether he still agrees with himself. “I think it’s a very free, and freeing, time. I think people are asking, ‘Why not?’ a lot more. Which excites me. It’s not just clothes where lines have been blurred, it’s going across so many things. I think you can relate it to music, and how genres are blurring…”

Sexuality, too, I say.

“Yep,” says Styles. “Yep.”

There’s a popular perception, I say, that you don’t define as straight. The lyrics to your songs, the clothes you choose to wear, even the sleeve of your new record – all of these things get picked apart for clues that you’re bisexual. Has anyone ever asked you though?

“Um. I guess I haaaaave been asked? But, I dunno. Why?”

You mean, why ask the question?

“Yeah, I think I do mean that. It’s not like I’m sitting on an answer, and protecting it, and holding it back. It’s not a case of: I’m not telling you cos I don’t want to tell you. It’s not: ooh this is mine and it’s not yours.”

What is it then?

“It’s: who cares? Does that make sense? It’s just: who cares?”

I suppose my only question, then, is about the stuff that looks like clue dropping. Because if you don’t want people to care, why hint? Take the album sleeve for Fine Line. With its horizontal pink and blue stripes, a splash of magenta, the design seems to gesture at the trans and bisexual pride flags. Which is great – unless the person behind it happens to be a straight dude, sprinkling LGBTQ crumbs that lead nowhere. Does that make sense?

Styles nods. “Am I sprinkling in nuggets of sexual ambiguity to try and be more interesting? No.” As for the rest, he says, “in terms of how I wanna dress, and what the album sleeve’s gonna be, I tend to make decisions in terms of collaborators I want to work with. I want things to look a certain way. Not because it makes me look gay, or it makes me look straight, or it makes me look bisexual, but because I think it looks cool. And more than that, I dunno, I just think sexuality’s something that’s fun. Honestly? I can’t say I’ve given it any more thought than that.”

In our musty corner of the pub we’ve somehow passed a couple of hours in intense discussion. We’ll lighten up, before Styles heads home, with some chat about clever films (Marriage Story), stupider viral videos (the little boy who’s just learned the word “apparently”), that favourite-superhero stuff that, after all, has its place. He talks about the curious double time scheme of a pop star’s life – those crammed 18-hour days and then the sudden empty off-time when Styles might find himself walking miles across London to buy a book, afterwards congratulating himself: “Well, that’s an hour filled.”

Before we stand up I ask if he’s minded any of my questions.

He pushes out his lips, possibly recalling them one by one, then shakes his head. “What I would say, about the whole being-asked-about-my-sexuality thing – this is a job where you might get asked. And to complain about it, to say you hate it, and still do the job, that’s just silly. You respect that someone’s gonna ask. And you hope that they respect they might not get an answer.”

I tell him I do.

“Cool.”

Styles has to find those lads who wanted a photo. He scoops his phone off the table and flicks his thumb around the screen. Lately, he says, when he messes around on his phone in an idle moment, it’s mostly to look at videos – clips that his friends have sent him, in which their kids sing along to music he’s made. “Never gets old,” Styles says, beaming.

A few years ago, when he emerged from the boyband, blinking, shattered, he set himself three tasks: prioritise friends, learn how to be an adult, achieve a proper balance between the big and the small. Full stadiums, provocative outfits – Styles genuinely loves these things. “But I guess I’ve realised, as well,” he says, “that the coolest things are not always the cool things. Do you know what I mean?” He grabs his parka and his phone and, a little stooped, heads for home.

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🍃 I think I'm falling (I'm falling for you) by @beau-soleil-louis Louis is a disaster gay on a skateboard. Harry is a beautiful, quirky stranger on a bicycle. Their first encounter really makes a splash. 📘 when you say you love me, know i love you more by @jimmytfallon Louis discovers one of Harry's insecurities and happily soothes it away.

🍃 Falling For Me Won't Be A Mistake by @all-these-larrythings Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn't know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he's ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him.

📘 Sun Means The Sky'll Be Blue by @twoheartsbeating As the only singleton under thirty attending his cousin's five-day wedding, Harry is desperate to find a date, or at least a reason to get people's questions about his love life off his back. So when Louis, Harry's old uni roommate and fellow wedding attendee waltzes back into his life, Harry seizes the opportunity, pretending Louis is his ex-boyfriend and that it's a sore subject not to be mentioned.

If it's a little bit closer to the truth than Harry would like, well, he's a master at living in denial.

So cue a mess of trudged-up feelings, past misunderstandings, a rekindled summer romance and a whole lot of sexually-charged bickering. 🍃 i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved by @werebothstubborn His hand clamps down over Louis’ mouth as firmly as he can manage. “What do you want? C'mon, you have my full attention now. What. Do. You. Want.”

Louis manages to look apologetic as he licks slobbery circles around Harry's palm until he lets go. “Pretend to be my boyfriend,” he says, dramatically gulping in as much air as he can breathe.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“This bloke just came up to me, said he’d give us fifty quid to be in his music video.”

“And you said what? ‘Sure, just let me coerce my friend into it with uncomfortable amounts of PDA and blackmail’?”

Or, Louis has a brilliant idea. Harry begs to differ. Until he doesn't. 📘 say that you can see me (i'll speak up i swear) by @coffeelouis “Well, it’s not like anyone really RSVPs,” Liam defends when Harry turns back to him, “No one takes Facebook events seriously.” Harry rolls his eyes, still finding it within himself to get annoyed in his moment of panic. Liam has been complaining about the lack of accountability Facebook events have bred in their generation since their freshman year. Harry glances back to the gallery entrance. Yep, still there and moving closer.

“But aren’t you guys friends?” Harry asks, trying to convey the urgency in his tone.

“Well, I mean, I talk to him when he stops by the office for supplies sometimes,” Liam reasons, “But I wouldn’t say we’re friends, exactly. Maybe more like, friendly acquaintances?”

Harry groans. “You’re the fucking worst.”

Or, the liberal arts COLLEGE AU where Harry knows Louis as the best friend of the boy he has been hopelessly in love with for years now and Louis knows Harry as this boy he wished would look away from Zayn long enough to notice him. 🍃 Light My Fire, Blow My Flame by @goldbootsandvans “In New York, you can be a new man.” Broadway actor Louis Tomlinson has it all. An amazing flat, a wonderful friend group, a Tony under his belt, and the world at his fingertips. Yet there’s one thing that’s missing. And it might be in the shape of the curly haired lawyer who becomes Zayn’s new roommate.

Or, Louis is a Broadway actor, Harry is a newly graduated lawyer, Liam is a radio DJ, Zayn is an English Professor at NYU, and Niall is a music producer. A Friends AU. 📘 you move like water (yeah and you broke like waves) by @wankerville He gets it, he gets that he's weird, and clumsy, and his hair always seems to be a little greasy. He gets that he talks too slow and has a terrible movie taste and falls too fast, whatever. He can understand that Louis sees him as no more than a friend, and he can live with it. But he can't live with just being a fuck to him, thats something you say about a stripper, or a one night stand, but thats not them. They are best friends who have slept with each other three times already. He could at least call it ‘platonic love making’ or something other than a fuck.

Or, the four times harry sleeps with louis and wakes up alone and the one time he doesnt. 🍃 If the Surface Begs You Home by @becomeawendybird Harry is a mermaid from the underwater kingdom of Mercadia who is a little too fascinated by life above the surface. He's kicked out of his home after he winds up pregnant, and has to figure out how to make his way in the world.

Louis is the darling of the small neighbouring seaside village who came home after university to take over their local library, and can't seem to stay away from the mysterious pregnant mermaid his friends introduce him to. 📘 No Love Like Your Love by @all-these-larrythings When it comes to saving the world from itself and convincing rich CEOs of environmentally harmful companies to go green, there's nobody better than Harry Styles. That is, until Louis Tomlinson, his ex and former Alpha, is involved. 🍃 Watch the Sun Coming Up by @sadaveniren As Louis approaches his thirtieth birthday his pack is desperate for him to find a mate.

Harry has always expected one day he may settle down with a nice alpha and they would continue to live in his small hometown.

Together they somehow will make this work. 📘 Consequences by @allwaswell16 Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au. 🍃 Becoming Us by @sweariwouldnt Married at First Sight is a television show in which hopefuls looking for The One are matched by experts deeming them to be the perfect match. The twist? They meet each other for the first time at the altar. When they exchange their 'I do's'. And get married for real.

One Harry and Louis find each other at the altar. They have five weeks to make or break the set-up marriage. 📘 A Taste of Desire by @casuallyhl “As forward as I have been with you this evening, I am also aware this dinner party isn’t the place to conduct business.” Mr. Tomlinson chuckles quietly to himself, shooting a subtle glance across the table towards their hostess. “And besides, I am sure our hostess would be horribly disappointed to learn that we went away this evening with a business agreement and not a mating one.”

Harry, who had been sipping his wine, coughs harshly at this. He splutters, unaccustomed to such blatant statements about mating.

Mr. Tomlinson continues to laugh quietly, clearly pleased at Harry’s reaction.

“Mrs. Humphreys promised that there was an alpha attending the dinner tonight that I would certainly get on well with,” Mr. Tomlinson continues, voice teasing. “She assured me that we would have much in common since we both work with mills.” Mr. Tomlinson glances at Harry, eyes flashing with mirth. “Little did she know that would be where our mutual interests began and ended.”

Or, a Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world. 🍃 You're My Only Hope by @chloehl10 Harry and Louis have been hoping to start a family for a while, but it hasn't happened for them just yet. With the surprise arrival of a newborn baby on the doorstep at work, are their family dreams about to become reality? 📘 freaks from the internet by @jaerie Harry sells his breast milk to freaks on the internet. Louis turns out to be one of those freaks. He also happens to be Harry's ex. 🍃 Stealing Flowers by @lululawrence When Louis finally arrived, he walked in and grabbed an apron. Without even saying hello, he immediately approached Jesy and said, “Sexy Stranger steals flowers.”

She kept pouring the Tanqueray shots she had lined up in front of her, but her face screwed up in confusion. “I’m sorry, he what? Did you finally talk to him and that was what you learned?”

He nodded to another couple of tourists and welcomed them to the Way Station as they eagerly made their way to the Tardis restroom.

“No, I didn’t actually talk to him, but—”

“Then how do you know he steals flowers?”

She was wiping down the bar and stacking the empty glasses to take back to the dishwasher when Louis realized maybe he should help too. After all, he was there to work, not just talk to her about his maybe crush.

“I saw a poster.”

Or the one where Louis pines after the Sexy Stranger on the Subway and almost asks him out. That's when the strange posters start showing up around Brooklyn. 📘 hard for me to know i might see you around by @coffeelouis The next profile shows a guy and his horse both crashing into the ground, the bio below reading:

"Hi, I'm Louis, I suck at riding horses so I ride dick."

Harry rolls his eyes and swipes left, but before he can consider the next profile in his feed, there’s a quiet “Oof” from right behind him.

Or, a TINDER AU where Harry swipes left on Louis' joke of a profile, then ends up stuck next to him on a trans-Atlantic flight. 🍃 Hey, Mr. DJ by @allwaswell16 Harry really, really does NOT want to go out to a club tonight and be hassled by a bunch of alpha knotheads, but against his better judgement, he finds himself alone on the dance floor, barefoot, with an orange in his hand. This is all Niall's fault. At least the DJ is the most strikingly gorgeous alpha he's ever seen... 📘 2,870 Miles by @sadaveniren Harry hated the BT Sports commentators, but considering he couldn’t fly to Baku while eight months pregnant this was all he had if he wanted to watch his husband in the Europa League final. 🍃 one man in his time by @bottomlinsons “We’re fake-dating and I’m supposed to publicly break up with you but you’ve been irritating me lately so instead of dumping you I publicly proposed to mess up your plan and now we’re getting married, fuck” au.

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eeveedel · 6 years

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Hello, all! I’ve really been wanting to start doing formal fic recs for awhile, since they’re some of my favorite things to see on my dash, and I said that I would post some big fic rec masterposts once I hit 2k, which was a few weeks ago! So, here we are! I always get asked what my favorite A/B/O fics are, and since it’s one of my favorite tropes I thought it would be a great place to start.

So, here are some of my favorite Harry/Louis A/B/O fics, organized into what I love most about them (with both alpha Harry and alpha Louis mixed in throughout all the categories). I hope you enjoy them and can find something new to read and love!

A+ Worldbuilding

OmegaVision by jaerie (23k)

Tomlin Networks Presents: OmegaVision starring Louis Tomlinson! The world's first 24/7 reality channel available in over 150 countries worldwide following the life of the first male omega born in over a century. Follow Louis through his daily routine, the ups and downs of growing up or just leave him on for comfort. There are many reasons to tune in but, no matter what yours may be, there's always a part of Louis that is just like you!

Or a Truman Show au that nobody asked for where Louis is Truman and Harry just wants to be his mate

And the truth shall set you free (...maybe) by jaerie (17k)

Betism: A religion based on the belief that the beta gender has been chosen by God to protect and defend the purity and dignity of the human race by resisting and condemning the lustful ways and flawed biology of the alpha and omega

Harry is a Betist and Louis is an alpha who runs with a bad crowd. This is what happens when two worlds collide.

just my style by thoughtsickles (15k)

Harry is sick, and the only thing that might help him is the pheromones from his mate--problem is, he hasn't got a mate.

Louis' just been disowned, and taking part in a medical study where he has to cuddle with some strange alpha seems to be his only option for earning a bit of cash.

The hippies and Omega Rights campaigners are busy changing the world--but all Harry wants is a chance to live.

Cameras Flashing by juliusschmidt (81k)

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

Interesting (Non-Typical) Dynamics

lemon eyes turnyourankle (50k)

It's not proper for omegas to mess around with alphas before finding their bondmate. But Harry doesn't give a damn what's proper and fully intends on getting as much experience as he can before even trying to find one. As far as he's concerned, the right alpha won't care, and he'll have some fun on the way.

And who better to start with than Louis Tomlinson, the alpha with the worst reputation on campus?

cancel your reservations, no more hesitations by14hrflight (10k)

Louis is an alpha and so is Harry, but Louis helps him through his rut anyway.

Woke Up Feeling Knotty by jaerie (7k)

Beta Louis has a kink for knotting and the secret aesthetic porn blog he runs about it is more than proof. When he accidentally finds out his alpha best friend Harry is one of his biggest fans, he knows he has to come clean after everything that has already happened between them. Harry just might be willing to help him out anyway.

Heat/Rut

Ten Million Ways to Love Somebody by slashter (8k)

The one where Louis and Omega!Louis switch places and there's basically a lot of confusion and feelings and sex

A body wishes to be held and held by turnyourankle (9k)

Harry wants to return the favour after Louis helps him out with his heat.

Breathe into your well by turnyourankle (4k)

A rut bar. A place where omegas who are so inclined can link up with Alphas in rut. It's not a place Louis ever pictured himself visiting but in the hopes of having a memorable rut, it's where he finds himself tonight.

Give Me What I’m Begging For by zedi (5k)

Omega Harry is a professor at a uni. Louis is his alpha mate, whose rut is coming up soon, so Harry has to take a week off from school to be with Louis. He tells his students it's a vacation but they all can tell the truth and tease him about it. Then Louis' rut comes and they both spend a week at home to fuck it out.

Super Hot (not Heat or Rut)

mr. tomlinson by iwillpaintasongforlou (4k)

Louis is a billionaire CEO who makes grown men cry and rival companies crumble. He's also an omega. Harry is the quiet cupcake of a man he calls his alpha and the only one who gets to see Louis as anything less than fearsome.

Alpha Styles Quadruplets by LacyLou and ZiamsLarry (8k)

The fic where Louis gets fucked by the Styles Quadruplets.

Drunk on rose water by brainwaves (9k)

It’s the first time in a few years that Harry has a strong desire to risk everything for something he loves.

The last time, it was being a fashion model. This time, it’s Louis.

Angst

Forever, Uninterrupted by sparkk (8k)

Harry finds a mysterious picture in Louis' bag one night and drives himself crazy over it. It's definitely not what he thinks.

I Can’t Hear You by kikikryslee (9k)

Harry is self-conscious about his body because it's not the 'typical omega body' and Louis shows him why he loves that.

Enemies to Lovers

Like Candy in My Veins by littlelouishiccups (31k)

“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?”

“Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”

Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?” (Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.)

Do You Like My Sweater? by kikikero (13k)

When Harry's alpha fraternity decides to host a Sadie Hawkins dance, outspoken omega Louis has a thing or two to say about it.

Fluff and Domesticity

The beast you made of me (4k) - orphaned

Harry's a vanilla-sweet Omega and Louis walks into his bakery one day.

Won’t You Settle Down with Me? by louissass (2k)

Louis is heavily pregnant and nesting

I found a love (darling just dive right in) by wonderlou (46k)

Louis, an omega with very little control. Harry, an alpha with a lot of emotion. Neither of them have any idea what do to with this little thing called love, but they'll be damned if they don't put up a good fight.

I will care for you by lululawrence (15k)

“Afton, I just don’t know what I’m going to do,” Harry whined. “I’m going to adopt her, but I have no idea how to take care of her when I’m here as much as I am and I can’t really afford to raise a child on fewer hours. My family can only help so much, but I’ve already been relying on them too much this past week.”

“Oh, Harry. Just get yourself a nanny.” Afton threw out the suggestion and Harry sat up. How had he not considered that?

“How much do you need to pay a nanny? If I cut some expenses, I might be able to handle that, if they lived in. Would they expect more of me, since I’m an unmated alpha? Like, they wouldn’t think I’m some dodgy alpha looking for a nanny to become a bondmate or anything, would they?”

“Shut up, Harry,” Afton demanded. If she wasn’t a beta, Harry almost felt like she might have put some alpha timbre into her voice with that line. Either way, he did shut up to listen to her as she continued. “Reach out to Louis. He’s our usual sitter and he’s lovely. He’s come on some hard times, too, so you could probably convince him to work for you for cheap, especially if you’re having him live with you too.”

#larry fanfiction #larry fanfic #one direction fan fiction #larry fic rec #larry stylinson fanfiction #I'll update these regularly!#god tier fic recs

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curranjake · 6 years

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out-of-band experiences

(niall’s full GQ interview, translated) Niall Horan is back in London, and London knows it. In a few hours he'll be having a concert in town for only the second time since 2015, when he was part of One Direction. The queue outside the O2 Academy Brixton is very long, and there are hundreds of fans waiting for the gates to open. As I look at him in the green room, the walls tremble with excitement coming from outside. I can also hear the band rehearsing. An acoustic guitar, the dry sound of the drums and the deep notes of the bass ring in harmonious synchrony. The sound is reminiscent of blues, folk, and something organic; nothing could be more distant from the meticulously constructed pop that led One Direction to conquer the world. Will the fans appreciate it? Niall gets out of breath. At 24 years old, he's still the perfect boy band singer: clear eyes, perfectly styled hair, worn-out Percival limited edition denim jacket. For a brief moment we think about playing billiards during the interview (there is an old battered table and I have a little flash of anticipation), but when I tell him that the pool cues are sticky, he wisely decides to sit on the sofa instead . How many concerts have you done so far? "Oh my God!" he blurts out, bewildered, before he starts to reckon aloud. "Ok, 135 dates for Take Me Home tour, then we did two years in stadiums ... I would say 800, more or less." That's a lot of practice. With all this experience, do you still feel nervous before going on stage? "I love to do concerts.The first shows of a tour are always the most challenging from a psychological point of view, but I love all of this. I feel totally at ease onstage. To play in the big cities, it makes sense to get nervous, like this evening: I live not far from here, and today my friends and relatives will be present, but I'm usually quite relaxed." Does he maintain a detached attitude? "No, no detachment. I'm sure of myself, so I just have to do what I know. There is one thing that really gives me the push, I always repeat it, even though it probably seems stupid, but my goal is to give people have something worth the money. I've done enough concerts and I can tell whether people are having fun or not (and it can happen to anyone). I like to think that if someone spends 30 or 40 pounds to come see me, I try to give you something worth that price." What Horan offers today is Flicker, an album written almost entirely by him, together with some collaborators, after the break-up (indeed, no: see below) of One Direction. "I always said that if I wrote an album, I wanted it to sound as natural as possible, probably to do with the way I grew up, with the first pieces I heard on the turntable at home. My dad and mom were great fans of Jackson Browne and the Eagles. " The first concert he witnessed, in Ireland when he was 4 years old, was that of the Eagles: he talks regularly with Don Henley, and to his credit it must be said that he seems genuinely amazed when he talks about it. "We said that one day we could write something, but I don't know if that will happen, or when. If it really happened, and the song was a success, I think I would never write another song again." Horan nearly didn't make it after Cheryl Tweedy didn't vote him through (he was later saved by Katy Perry) in the British version of X Factor of 2010. Just as an experiment, Simon Cowell decided to put Horan and other young hopefuls Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik in a group that Styles suggested they call One Direction. In 2012, their album, Up All Night, became the first debut album by a British group to reach the top of the charts in the United States. Suddenly the world was at their feet, as if they were the new Beatles in the reality show era. To prepare for the interview I watched the film about the band's 2014 concert at San Siro during the Where We Are tour: if you want to understand the meaning of hysteria, go and see it on YouTube. Horan laughs: "It was a brawl, I remember it as one of my best concerts of all time. It was an honor to enter Inter's locker room, but also pure madness.The Italians are so passionate!" A few weeks ago the film appeared on his iTunes screen. Horan watched a few minutes before turning it off. "I thought maybe it was better to wait a few more years." One Direction seemed to have come to an end in March 2015, with the departure of Zayn Malik and the subsequent separation of the remaining four members of the band. But Niall wants to emphasize: "We are not going to announce a break-up because I am convinced that none of us believe it. It would be stupid not to come back together sooner or later." However, for now, "It's fun to have some freedom, fly with your own wings, try to do something different." For Niall Horan, "something different" sounds like the riffs of Californian 70s rock. "That is true music. I want to bring it back, but with a touch of modernity." That does not mean that he intends to restrict himself to a single musical genre: "I think putting together different types of music is the most fun thing for those of us in music. At the moment I can not stop listening to Khalid - the last year he had an insane song, 'Young Dumb and Broke' - and I find it incredible: his voice is superhuman. I would like to work with him, Shawn Mendes, who is a friend of mine, and even write with Julia Michaels. In today's music there is not enough collaboration. " Another type of collaboration, which deeply absorbs Horan at the moment, is the one with Ellie Stidolph, his stylist. "I was horrible," he confesses, talking about his fashion choices during One Direction: "And I'm probably still not alright, but Ellie helps me to express myself a little better. I like working with small London brands like Percival. I'm very close to Paul Smith: he is the best, I can no longer do without his clothes, I'm even wearing one tonight on stage. It goes for everything: in life you always have to risk a little and see what happens." Flicker's tour is just beginning. "But I've already started thinking about the next record, I'm calm and relaxed, I want to do new things." And he flies away, towards the stage.

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kates-sweet-escape · 6 years

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One morning [F]

The One Series

Pairing: Shin Hoseok (Wonho) x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a slight hint of angst

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: One morning you’re woken up by your boyfriend Hoseok, who just came home from practice.

Song recommendation: ZAYN - Pillowtalk

Part of: The One Series - One morning | One last time

Note: First posted on the MONBEBE Amino as part of the #MXPPChallenge

Cover: Made by me. Picture found on OfficialMonstaX

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

"Baby - are you awake?"

As you heard Hoseoks voice you opened your eyes, almost unable to wake from your deep sleep. Gosh - what time was it? You slightly turned your head to the right to take a look at the alarm clock but you were so drowsy that you were barely able to read the red digits. You let out a deep and frustrated growl once your brain made sense of the information you had gathered from looking at the alarm clock.

Was he for real?!

It was 5 a.m in the morning. Your first lecture wouldn't start before 10 a.m. Which meant that your boyfriend selfishly decided to cut your sleep 3 hours short. It was his luck that you were crazy in love with him. Otherwise, you might have killed him on the spot.

What was he even thinking? He knew better than to bother you once you were sleeping. You really hoped, for his sake, that he had a damn good reason for doing this.

You lazily turned around, facing Hoseok who was sitting on the edge of the bed the two of you shared since you moved in together four years ago. The lamp on the nightstand was switched on, slightly illuminating the room with a warm and tender light.

Once you saw his face all your anger and all your sleepiness were suddenly gone. Instead, you were worried sick.

You immediately sat up on the bed, to get a better look at him. But once you did you cursed under your breath at how alarmingly pale and stressed out he looked. His skin was missing its usual glow and the soft and tender smile on his face was gone. The skin under his eyes had a deep purple color and the spark in his dark brown eyes had become dull. He looked exhausted beyond compare. You'd never seen him like this. Not since you'd started dating him six years ago.

"What happened?" You stretched out your arms, inviting Hoseok into your warm embrace and he didn't even hesitate for one second. There was no play pretend between the two of you. You both stopped that useless crap ages ago.

"Come on talk to me." But Hoseok stayed dead silent. Instead, he just climbed into the bed and under the covers with you before he wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in the crook of your neck. Once he held you tight you could hear him take a deep breath. It sounded so desperate that one might think it was the first deep breath he had been able to take all day. You felt yourself getting more and more anxious as the silence continued on, but you knew better than to force Hoseok to start talking. He'd tell you once he was ready.

So instead of pushing him you began stroking his hair tenderly and realized that it was still damp which could only mean one thing: He'd just come home from practice.

The dance practice that had only meant to last until midnight.

Those damn comebacks. Whoever thought that comebacks where all fun and games had no idea. For weeks Hoseok had been going back and forth between dance practice, the studio and the gym. All in order to prepare for their next comeback that was still two months away. Four weeks from now he would practically starve himself to lose a few more grams while the stylist would start talking about him like he was a mannequin and not a living, breathing human being.

And when it was finally comeback time he wouldn't get to sleep for more than one or two hours a day due to the insanely packed schedule. He and the boys would survive on Coffee and occasional meals gulped down in between changing locations. And once that was done he would be leaving for another world tour so you wouldn't get to see each other for months.

Every comeback was taking a toll on Hoseok... and on your relationship. Because being an idol girlfriend was far from easy. It wasn't romantic late-night studio visits and stolen kisses behind the stage.

It was far from it.

Being an idol girlfriend was, more often than not, very very lonely.

Sure, you had Changkyuns girlfriend you could talk to but that didn't take the loneliness away. It just made it more bearable knowing that someone was going through the same thing you did. But late at night, when his side of the bed remained empty again, you would still feel that all-consuming loneliness that made you miss him even more. Almost to the point of thinking that you might go insane.

"What would you say if I'd just quit?" Your boyfriends' words snapped you back to reality and you stopped stroking his hair immediately.

Had he really just said that? "Wait - What?!"

Hoseok held on to you even tighter. His fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises. "I don't think I can do this anymore." He took a shaky breath against your neck. "This life - it feels like it's eating away at me. The constant expectations, the busy schedules, the rules and limitations and all the things I have to give up on for it. Is it really worth it?"

You couldn't believe what he was saying but you couldn't stop him. It seemed like something inside him just snapped, making way for all the words he'd held back over the past few weeks.

"I don't get to say what I want, do what I want or even eat what I want." Hoseok finally raised his head from your neck, looking at you intensely. "I don't even get to openly love who I want. So what am I doing this for? Money? Fame? That kind of things mean shit." You could feel him tense up in your arms. His jaw visibly tightening from how hard he was gritting his teeth. "Maybe I should just quit."

You layed your hand on his cheek, lightly running your thumb over his cheekbone as he stopped rambling for a second. "Hoseok - you love what you do."

He let out a dry laugh. "Do I?" He shook his head. "If it wasn't for the music and Monbebe I wouldn't put up with any of it."

"Stop making it harder on yourself by lying like this." As he shot you a dirty look you just smiled at him warmly. "You love what you do. You live and breathe for it. The dancing. The music. The fans." You softly laughed. "The attention. You love it. So stop saying such nonsense. Get some sleep. Rest a bit. In a few hours, you'll regret having said that."

Hoseok suddenly went utterly silent again. Instead, he was looking at you as if he was searching for an answer to a complicated question that was hidden in your features.

After a few moments of deafening silence, Hoseok started speaking again. "Why aren't you telling me to quit?" The tone of his voice suddenly sounded confused and irritated. "I know me being an Idol is hard on you too. So why aren't you telling me to quit? Why aren't you jumping at this, telling me to just live a normal life with you somewhere in the middle of nowhere?"

You shrugged. "Because I love you."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"It does when you think about it like I do." You stopped stroking his cheek. Instead, you grabbed his hand that had been placed on your waist and held on tight as you tried to explain to him how you truly felt about all this. "I'm not gonna lie to you by telling you that I'm not suffering because of this. Because I do. Just like you. But I know how much you love it. I hear it every time you sing. I see it every time I turn on the television to watch one of your interviews or award shows. I feel it when you're practicing late at night in our living room until you're completely exhausted or when you're on stage, giving it your all even though you're sick." You looked at him, trying to make him understand. "Loving you means loving all of you. The good and the bad. So why would I want to take something away from you that brings you so much happiness? Just to make it easier on myself? That's not love. That's selfishness." You shrugged as he looked at you in amazement. "And I love you. No matter what."

Hoseok seemed absolutely dumbfounded for a moment. Then he shook his head as if he tried to snap himself back to reality before he started taking again. "So you would still love me if I wasn't an idol?"

You were slightly taken aback by his question. Had he even listened to anything you'd just said? "I would."

He smiled at you. "And what would you do if someday I'd really want to quit?"

You took a moment to think about this. You never bothered to even imagine something like this since you knew that day would never come. He just loved it too much. "If you really wanted to quit?"

Hoseok nodded. "Yeah."

"I'd support you." You didn't even hesitate for a second. "If you really wouldn't want to do it anymore, I'd support you. I mean it's just the right thing to do if-"

"Marry me."

You shut your mouth immediately staring at Hoseok in confusion. Did he just...? No, he did not, right? He wouldn't just-

"Marry me." Hoseok leaned in and kissed you. A sweet and soft kiss that made your heart ache. "Marry me." He kissed you again. "Marry me."

You broke free from his spell while you felt your cheeks flushing with heat. "Hoseok what are you saying? That-"

He kissed you again. "Marry me." He whispered the words against your lips. "Marry me, Y/N."

You felt your heart race in your chest while you seemed to be completely surrounded by him. His strong arms were holding you while his sweet words filled your ears. You could taste him on your lips and feel his warmth under your fingertips.

You'd imagined this moment over and over and over again. How he'd ask you to marry him. In you're head, you'd always worn an expensive dress while being seated across from him in a fancy restaurant. You'd always imagined him pulling out a beautiful ring while publicly declaring his love for you.

But this proposal was far from anything you'd ever imagined. There was no expensive dress. Instead, your hair was a mess from sleeping while you were wearing one of his worn out T-Shirts. There was also no fancy restaurant, no ring, and no crowd.

Yet, it was a thousand times better than anything you could have imagined. It was more intimate. Just you and him holding on to each other while giving each other warmth and comfort in the security of the place you both called your home.

Hoseok leaned his forehead against yours. His lips ever so slightly brushing over yours as he pulled you in closer. "Marry me."

"Yes."

#proof im still alive #wonho #shin hoseok #shin wonho #monsta x #i promise ill be back #wonho fluff #wonho angst #wonho fanfiction #monsta x fanfiction #monsta_x #shin hoseok fanfiction #wonho szenario #katesfanfictions #kates-sweet-escape

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lnfours · 7 years

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ruin the friendship / tom holland x reader (part II)

do all the things on our minds what’s taking us all this time? let’s ruin the friendship.

part II / ?

song that goes with this part: dusk till dawn by zayn and sia

until there was a knock on the door that pulled him away, snapping him back into reality, thinking that kissing his best friend wasn’t a good idea.

the door opened to reveal a female wearing all black and a headset.

“oh, gosh, did i interrupt something?” she asked, he scratched the back of his neck as she turned a crimson color.

kind of, he thought, but he didn’t dare say out loud.

“no, no.” the words tumbled out of his mouth,”what’s up?”

“they need you for set.” said the female before showing a shy smile. he nodded before moving away from his best friend.

“i’ll-uh, see you after?” he asked and she nodded, giving him a small smile. returned it before he walked out the door, closing it softly behind him. she landed on the cream colored sofa with a groan.

she couldn’t believe that something she’s wanted for ages, almost came true, but then was crushed to pieces by that stupid girl in the headset. she pulled her phone out, checking all her social medias.

soon, he had returned, a smile on his face as he walked through the door. he felt his heart swoon as he realized she was asleep on the couch. he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, realizing it said 8:34 pm, and since she was probably jet lagged and she had a long day of traveling that it’d be best if he let her sleep.

he sat down on the couch, being careful not to disturb her as he sat down. she moved softly, cuddling into his chest as she sleepily adjusted herself. he sat still, not daring to wake her up as she was getting comfortable. he let her fall back asleep into his chest, a smile on his face as she hugged at his torso, her head nuzzled into his shirt.

he smiled down at her, taking in her facial features as she slept soundly. she practically had him wrapped around her finger. he would do anything for her, yet he didn’t know that she’d do the same for him.

as he played with her hair softly, the door opened to reveal a loud talking Jacob and Harrison. he immediately hushed them as they looked at him in confusion. Harrison’s face lit up.

“is that y/n?!” he asked, making Jacob’s mouth agape and his eyebrows raise.

“wait, is that the girl you’ve been talking about for ages?!” he asked slowly. he rolled his eyes at his two best friends, wanting to take back those night’s he’d talk about y/n and her boyfriend and how he’d been so mad that it wasn’t him who was treating her like a princess.

but little did he know, that ended months ago. y/n and her boyfriend had broken up, well, technically, she caught him cheating and dumped him. she wanted to tell Tom, she really did, but she wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea because of how mad he would’ve gotten.

“yes, now shut up. she’s sleeping.”

they rolled their eyes,”you’re so whipped, dude.”

“how can i be whipped if she’s got a boyfriend?” he asked the blonde haired boy who had spoken up before him.

“Tom, what are you talking about?” Harrison had asked, utterly confused. the blonde then put the pieces together, his mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape.

“did she not tell you?” he asked, Jacob sat back, enjoying the juicy drama unfolding in front of him.

“uhh, no.” Tom asked confused as well.

“he cheated on her and she caught him and she dumped him.” he said,”it was a rough time. i thought she had talked to you about it, but i guess i was the only one.”

Tom looked down at the angel sleeping upon him. how could someone so cruel hurt such an amazing human being like her? she was so genuine, so kind, funny, smart, elegant. his heart broke for her.

“wait, so Tom, you can date her!” Jacob perked up, Harrison nodded in agreement. the two of them had wanted the both of them to get together since he first mentioned he liked y/n.

“no, no, no.” Tom said,”i’m not ruining a friendship.”

“Tom, mate, she literally likes you! you can’t see it?” asked Harrison. Tom raised an eyebrow at his friend.

“she doesn’t, i highly doubt she’d like me.”

“Tom, you’re being so stubborn.” Harrison rolled his eyes,”she literally told me a month ago that she liked you, mate. and she’s finally single. there should be nothing holding you back!”

right then, he felt his heart stop. the world around him stopped spinning. the girl he wanted wanted him back. he felt a blush creep onto his cheeks as he looked down at her in his arms. he could already picture himself laying like that with her forever.

“you’re not playing with me, right?” he asked his best friend.

“no, dude, why would i lie about that?” he asked. Tom smiled.

“i’m finally getting something i’ve always wanted.” he said. his two friends smiled at the scene in front of them, finally happy for their friends.

the two finally walked into the house after a long day. she looked tired as she had just woken up from her nap about 2 hours ago, but inside she was bubbling with energy.

“so, anything new and exciting happen?” he asked, starting up a conversation.

she wanted to tell him what happened, but she didn’t know how, so for now, it was her’s and Harrison’s little secret.

or so she thought.

“pretty good,” she lied, in reality, it was hell on earth without him back in London,”how about things here? all well?”

he nodded,”you still with your boyfriend?”

her heart went to her throat. she didn’t want to lie to him about her ex forever, but if she told him what happened, it might be worse.

“uh-” she started,”uhm, a-actually, we broke up a while ago.”

Tom gave a look of sympathy,”oh, damn. i’m sorry.”

no he’s not. he’s glad that she dumped that no good asshole.

“eh, he’s an asshole. i guess i just finally came to my senses about him.”

he nodded as she put him in the spotlight,”how about you, Holland? got a lucky girl to call your own?”

he laughed,”uhm, no actually, no girlfriend.”

se pulled her eyebrows together,”how come?”

he shrugged,”just haven’t found anyone worth the while. plus, i’ve kind of got my sights set on someone else already.”

she raised her eyebrows as she felt her heart shatter, the man she loves just said he liked someone and she knew it would never be her.

“but, my real question is, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, she looked at him confused.

“what are you talking about?”

“why did you never tell me you liked me?”

her eyes widened as shock ran through her body. she immediately tensed up.

“who-who said that?”

“Harrison.”

i’m so killing him, she thought.

“no, no, okay, i don’t like you.” she stumbled on her words as a smirk tugged at his lips,”and if i did, i dont want to ruin my friendship with you.”

he made his way to where she was standing at the island. his body pressed against hers as a gasp escaped her lips.

“trust me, darling.” he said, his face so close to hers that she could feel his minty breath. his lips hovered over hers, only driving her crazy.

“what do you say, love? let’s risk it and ruin the friendship?”

his lips grazed over hers before she couldn’t take it anymore. she reached up and grabbed his neck, her mouth meeting his as he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her back with just as much love and passion.

and that’s where it all started.

introduction part I part III

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Chart-topper Harry Styles on how his new album was ‘therapy’, the future of One Direction and his sexuality

In a special edition of Bizarre, the 1D superstar tells all from his critically acclaimed new album to his dating life, and talks Mick Jagger, Simon Cowell and Adele

HARRY STYLES is hurtling towards chart domination in the UK and US this week with his critically acclaimed debut album. But as he emerges to greet me — dressed head to toe in black — from the back of a trailer parked behind the venue of his first ever solo show in North London, it’s clear he is in a reflective mood.

Harry Styles backstage at his first ever solo gig Security have just ordered us not to move more than two metres from the modest caravan — where his band members are chilling after sound check — to avoid the hundreds of fans gathered nearby. It’s for their own safety, of course. Who knows the reaction if they knew just a fence and four guards stand between them and the new prince of rock ’n’ roll? The ONE DIRECTION superstar shrugs it off — this level of hysteria has become a commonplace part of his day-to-day life.

Harry reflects about how his life was turned upside down by his time in One Direction My first interview with the band, in the X Factor canteen seven years ago, took place as a number of teenage girls were climbing on the roof. It was a sign of things to come. This is the first time I have seen Harry since 1D went on an indefinite break at the end of 2015 and there’s a lot to talk about. While the 23-year-old is famously guarded about his personal life, he reveals that writing his own music let him reflect on how his life was turned upside down by being part of 1D.

He tells me: “I found it really therapeutic to write. “Sitting at an instrument, you allow yourself to be vulnerable in a different way to speaking to anyone, even if you know them really well. I found it to be therapy — things that I’d either not thought about for a long time or hadn’t processed really because things had been moving so fast. “I wanted to put out a piece of me that I haven’t put out before.” Harry’s drawl is more intense and he talks more slowly than he has previously. He’s so chilled out and cool it’s like watching someone in slow motion. Like so many teen idols, Harry admits there were times he struggled to cope with life on the road. He explains (slowly): “It’s really hard to go from doing a show with thousands of people there to your hotel room — from being around people to nothing. After five years of doing that, I learnt a lot about myself. “There’s no textbook telling you how to go through that stuff. “With this album, rather than just go in and tell the story about what happened, I got to think about how it actually made me feel at the time. “I feel like it’s a good way of saying what you want to say about something without having to sit and be like, ‘You know what, this really p***ed me off.’ But I also wanted it to be fun to listen to. I didn’t want it to make me depressed.”

Harry gives the thumbs up while leaving his first solo gig How did he avoid turning to drink and drugs as a crutch like so many of his pop star contemporaries? He answers: “On the first couple of tours it was so exciting as we’d have a drink and go to parties. “But for me, the albums got higher so they become harder to sing so I knew if I didn’t come off stage and go to bed I wouldn’t be able to sing the next night. Also, it’s just not for me. I’d rather wake up with a clear head. I’m not straight edge or anything. I’ll celebrate and hang out with friends when it’s the right time. “But I like knowing I’m not going to be stressing about having to do something the next day. “I usually go long stretches without having anything, have a couple of drinks and wake up feeling like s***, so I have another long stretch of not drinking.” It was important for Harry to be “really honest” on the album.

“I didn’t want to sit and edit lyrics down,” he says. “Me listening to my favourite artists, I want to know why they chose to be alone one time and how that makes them feel, rather than, ‘I bought some champagne’.” On Friday, Harry said on Radio 2 that SIMON COWELL had given him an “anxiety problem”, something he insists was a “total, absolute joke”. He says of the X Factor mogul: “He’s wonderful. I spoke to him recently actually. “It’s been cool to go from working with him to have him call as a friend. He’s nice. I wouldn’t be here without him — a good guy.” But given his ex- bandmate ZAYN MALIK has told of his battles with anxiety, I wonder if it’s something he has suffered from seriously. He says: “I get nervous. Doing stuff like this, it would be difficult not to get nervous. I try to see it as a good sign that I realise what it is that I’m doing. “But I think it’s really important. People should always talk about things that are bothering them. It’s important to be open.” I ask Harry about sexuality in pop, a topic in the headlines after MILEY CYRUS spoke openly about her pansexuality. What’s his take? He says: “Being in a creative field, it’s important to be progressive. People doing stuff like that is great. “It’s weird for me — everyone should just be who they want to be. It’s tough to justify somebody having to answer to someone else about stuff like that.” So has Harry personally labelled his sexuality? He replies: “No, I’ve never felt the need to really. No.” Would he like to elaborate? “I don’t feel like it’s something I’ve ever felt like I have to explain about myself.” Harry is also steadfast that he won’t talk about his famous exes, singer TAYLOR SWIFT, TV host CAROLINE FLACK and reality TV star KENDALL JENNER. And he remains tight-lipped about his current lady TESS WARD the chef who promotes a “naked diet” and was in the crowd to watch his first solo gig, at London’s The Garage, on Saturday night. I wonder how he has gone about dating during his time off. He says with a laugh: “No, I’m not on Tinder! “I don’t really know. I try not to overthink too much. I don’t really talk about it I guess. “The rollercoaster affects different people in different ways. One of the ways that helps me dealing with that is compartmentalising between working. “All that stuff for me, is just a different thing.” Does he feel burnt by high-profile relationships from the past? He says: “You just learn. It’s part of growing up. “When we started I was 16. I’ve kind of learnt what makes me feel uncomfortable. That stuff to me doesn’t feel like anything I’ve had to explain.” Harry has managed to hang out with Taylor, Caroline and Kendall since the break-ups. So can you be friends with an ex? He gives a wry smile and answers: “Everyone should be friends, right?” THE future of ONE DIRECTION remains hotly debated – fans are still convinced the band’s hiatus will prove to be short-term. I’ve always doubted that and, hearing Harry’s accomplished album, it feels hard to see him rejoining. He giggles nervously when I suggest this, then says: “If you listen to anyone’s music, everyone’s is pretty different.” “The thing that I’m happiest about is that I didn’t leave there in a place of, ‘I feel so supressed.’ I never felt like I was faking it. I really enjoyed it. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.” Of reuniting, he added: “It’s something I would never rule out doing. Right now everyone’s getting a chance to explore things they want to try and it’s really cool to see what they’re coming up with when it’s just them in a studio writing.” In the first episode of my Bizarre Life With Dan Wootton podcast, NIALL HORAN raised the possibility 1D could return as a trio. Where does Harry stand on that? He says: “Um, I dunno really. I can’t say I’ve ever thought about it. “It’s an interesting one. Maybe. I don’t think any of us would rule it out.” To me it feels like something that might happen in a decade, not two years. He replies: “Right, OK. I think it’s tough. I’ve enjoyed writing a lot and obviously I’m going to go on tour so I’m doing that at least for the next little bit. “I don’t know with timelines. But in general it would be really bad for any of us to say: ‘No, I don’t want to do that again.’ So you leave the door open? “Yeah, absolutely.” In December, the band were in the same room at the same time for the first time in a year following the death of LOUIS TOMLINSON’s mum. Harry says: “It’s really difficult to see people under circumstances like that. But it was really nice to see everyone and get to support Louis.” Absent was ZAYN MALIK, who left 1D before they split and has been largely negative about his time in the band. Harry says: “It’s a shame he felt that way. But I’d never wanna force anyone to do anything they didn’t want to do. Life’s too short.”

- The Sun

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