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serial killer. change it to harry as the killer please! (not my prompt and i cba to edit x)

Harry's been working at a club for a few months now, he wasn't used to the schedule, the loud music, or the men that showed up but he was almost positive that no one wears a suit to a club. He wore a tight fitting suit, he sat at a corner table, and almost pierced holes through Harry's body the entire night. He watched Harry, the way he danced, the way he brought men beers, the way his lips moved while he talked. He studied him until he knew he was just like the others, thin, perfect body, he could dance, and he had a nice smile. He made sure everyone was like one another. They all had to be the same. Harry wasn't afraid of the man staring, men stared constantly that was what gave him money, but the man put off something strange that Harry didn't quite understand. He almost let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in when he finally left, his heart began to pound a little less harder than before, and his hands were as sweaty. Soon his shift was over, he was smiling at the other boys back stage while he wiped off his face and grabbed his bag to go home. His goodbyes were short and sweet, he wanted to go home and sleep. He placed a cigarette between his lips before he stepped outside into the cold winter air, a shiver running down his spin, he was in short shorts and a skimpy tank top to cool down. His hands moved through his bag as he tried to find his key and a lighter. (Continue as Louis? Louis a serial killer, he's outside waiting for Harry, up to you what he wants to do with Harry. We can always change up the dates, making it present, 70s, 60s, 50s, etc.)

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Air Hostess!Louis.

Louis glanced around, rolling his eyes as he saw a lady complaining to one of the other air hostesses. He went over to his position once everyone was seated, going through the air safety procedure for the passengers travelling from London to New York. He’d been working here for three years, and he loved it. Of course there were plenty of assholes hopping on and off these flights, but he could deal with it just fine. Once he was finished with the safety procedure, he paused, glancing around to make sure everyone was happy and had no questions, his eyes stopping when he saw a green eyed man watching him. He smiled a little, blushing when he realised quite how good looking he was. If there was ever a point where he’d risk his job to join the mile high club, this would bloody well be it. He glanced away, walking back to his seat and feeling a little nervous for the next time he would be walking down the plane.

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prompt idea: surrogate lou, 30 y/o harry who just sold his business for millions to focus on being a single parent.

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Louis was nervous, as most people would be when in close proximity to their ex. He had dated Harry for 8 years, since they were just 14, and had broken up two years ago due to Louis having a late miscarriage and turning into the most miserable mess he'd ever been. Harry had found it hard to deal with and they'd both agreed on taking a break. But at some point during that break Harry had announced he had a new partner and Louis had avoided him since, because he was simply devastated. He'd honestly thought they would just have a few months of space and come back better than ever. Today however, he couldn't avoid him. Gemma had invited him to her wedding, and Louis loved her, still saw Harry's family all the time, so of course he was going. This would be the first time he met Harry's partner too, and he was fully aware that they'd just gotten engaged a few weeks ago. He sat down at his table in the reception, looking a little shocked when Harry sat down right beside him, linking arms with his fiancé. Fuck Gemma for putting them together, he could imagine how smug she would've been. He glanced away uncomfortably, sipping his champagne as the waiters brought the food over. (Continue as Harry. Make him however.)

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Harry, I'm sick of this. Your mum just told me to break up with you because I'm 'ruining your life and aspirations'. L [KIK please: Harry comes from an upper class background, and met Louis when he worked as a waiter at his family Christmas ball. Can include Mpreg, lmk if you want that.]

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Siren!Louis, Captain!Harry

Above the crews excited whispering Louis could hear boots making a heavy clunk noise every time they came in contact with the creaking wood of the ship deck. He watched as a man shoved his way through the crowd, revealing himself to be the captain. Louis could tell because after the stranger pushed his curls out of his face, damp from sea water and sweat, he covered them with a hat. Louis squirmed in the empty ale barrel he had been shoved in as he stared into the captains face. His emerald eyes were full of curiosity and his thick lips pulled into a smirk of obvious greed. Louis  watched the captain inspect him, touching his golden tail. Louis wanted to pull away from the dirty mans touch but he was practically trapped in the barrel. The first distinguishable words he had heard were "Chain 'em up." Not a second of hesitation went by before Louis was carried off. Louis was in there for a good hour before the captain came in, Louis' wrists were red from the cuffs and his eyes red and puffy from tears. Louis watched as the man came over and pulled at something sticking out of his a tail, a bolt of pain shot through his body and a sickening slick sound was made and the other man pulled back in partial disgust and shock. Though Louis could tell he was still curious. He stepped forward again and fully pulled it out only to reveal a leg, Louis himself was even shocked at this despite the pain. Louis was scared and now confused on what was going on but it seemed that being left out of water caused his tail to come off and he wondered if he would ever get it back. The thought of not being able to go home tore him up inside and he found himself staring at the man angrily. (Continue as Harry? Make him however you want. Louis is a siren and when he is out of water for too long his tail sort of shrivels up and his legs become free. When he goes inside salt water his tail comes back in. Also if you are into mpreg I think it would be cool to add that since some fish will change genders to reproduce in a situation where it's needed so Louis can shift to female only on the inside though and that way we can add mpreg. Only if you want to though, we DON'T have to.)

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Will you politely ask your mum to not tell me all about how you told her which songs you wrote about me? I can live without knowing that. Especially that sweet creature one. You've never called me sweet in person, I'm sure last time you saw me you said I was an irritating little parasite? Something like that anyway. L (L/H were together throughout 1D and broke up when the band did - Harry moved to LA and Louis stayed at home. Kik only.)

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Dark!Lou. (Switch roles, just can't be bothered to change all the names. So you play dark harry)

He didn’t realize how tight his grip was until the fragile pencil snapped in half, leaving a mess all over his sketch book. He held back an exasperated groan, not wanting to draw attention to himself; although it was pretty much impossible for someone like him. His features were unrealistically beautiful- his existence didn’t make sense. How could someone so seemingly flawless be so ugly on the inside? A few years back he had actually hated looking in the mirror. He had never seen his physical properties as anything other than a disadvantage. He could never go anywhere unnoticed. Women gravitated towards him desperately, all pathetically begging for him. If only they knew what their fate might be if he granted them their wishes. As he grew older, (and ‘wiser’, as he called it) he had learned to appreciate his looks for the tool it was. His bright, blue eyes were the greatest gift that God could have given him; they instilled trust in possible victims. His smile was the icing on the cake; reeled them all in, made them feel safe. He smirked at the thought, wondering how lost a soul would have to be to actually feel safe with a man like him. His thoughts were nothing but dangerous. He brushed the pieces of broken wood and lead off of his sketch book, wishing it had been the barista's neck instead of his writing utensil. He couldn’t stand the young lad- yet he visited him nearly every day. (Most people might call it stalking, but Louis just assumed the curly haired lad's tiny brain was too stupid to notice his threatening presence.) The local coffee shop offered a plethora of menu items, but he got the same thing every day. His coffee was as black as his soul as he carried it back to his usual seat in the back. It gave him the perfect one-way view of him- Louis could see him, but he couldn’t see Louis. He pulled out a pencil, leaning back again as he added the finishing touches to the boy's face, smiling at the innocence he had managed to capture. This might be his best one yet, albeit he thought that everyday. The only person Louis Tomlinson loved and adored was Louis Tomlinson himself. No one else was worthy of anything other than his sick wrath. Harry's innocuous manner enraged him, his doe eyes and long flirty eyelashes had Louis shifting in his seat, wondering how much longer he could last without losing it. Louis hated everything about him, from the way he cheerfully spoke to customers to the way he brushed his dainty fingers against Louis' whenever he handed him coffee. He was sure he did it on purpose, maybe thinking his cutesy manner would fool him. Harry's online profiles provided Louis with the fact that he was hopeless romantic, and so that was what he would give him. He planned on playing with his heart, showing him a fake love so real that he'd have no choice but to believe Louis. And then, maybe they could both get what they wanted. Harry's raw love and his desire to absolutely break him- /kill/ him. The day turned to night and he was soon the lone wolf in the tiny shop, and lucky for him, he was closing. “Sir?” Harry quietly asked, craning his neck to view him. “We’re closing in fifteen.. anything else I can get you?” {hello, please continue as Louis, his character is definitely sick and cruel, but you can add on any other personality features you seem fit. my idea is that his intentions are definitely to harm him, but he falls in love with harry against his own will. he is a rich artist living in New York, and he is a struggling college student.}

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Michelin Chef Harry

Harry grumbled, grabbing a frying pan and chucking it against the wall, watching it shatter to the ground as he yelled at a line chef for fucking up an entire batch of starters. He was bossy, yes, but as soon as Chris flinched he was scrambling about to grab the ingredients again and start over. This was just how it worked, and everyone in this place faced his wrath except for Louis Tomlinson, his favourite waiter. He was charming and funny, and handled the customers perfectly every single time. The restaurant received many letters of thanks, and most included how great Louis had been. So Harry, naturally, had a soft spot for him and hadn’t shouted at him since he first started working here three years ago. The restaurant was due to close in just over an hour, and harry decided to cool down by going to watch Louis flit about, glowing and beautiful under the restaurant lighting. When Louis walked in the three stars restaurant that Harry Styles owned three years ago, he’s been in love with the restaurant but also with the man that was behind all of it. He was snappy, yes, and most of the times, Harry was cranky, but he never yelled at Louis and that’s why Louis had a soft spot for the older man. He worked harder than all the waiters just to hear Harry praise him. That night, he jumped just a little when he heard yelling and some loud noises in the kitchen, quickly smiling to the customers in front of him. “I’m sorry, a chef must have burned himself. Happens all the time,” Louis reassured them softly, pushing his hair behind his ear before quickly taking their commands. He turned around, walking to the kitchen when he saw Styles leaning against a wall. He shyly smiled, waving his small fingers in his direction before giving the order to the other chefs, smiling brightly at them.

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Playboy bunny Louis gets sent to boarding school. (cto)

Louis looked at a picture of himself that was lighting up the screen of his phone. He was wearing white booty shorts with a little bunny tail clipped on the back and two white bunny ears on his head while his fluffy brown hair was styled messy. Louis worked as a male model for Playboy magazine, the gay one. And he was one of their best. He was small and adorable, but mostly innocent. Unless it came to sex, he was a cockslut, and most of the boys loved it because Louis loved being filled, and he loved riding. Most boys at the mansion said he was the best at it. And he knew he was. He was happy working for the magazine, Or.. well he did. The mere sixteen year old was getting everything handed to him, he lived in the Playboy mansion with the other models, was filthy rich, had friends… till his parents decided to send him to a fucking catholic all-boys boarding school for the summer. Louis huffed and puffed the whole time till he parents kicked him out of the car outside the school, the boy walked passed the football pitch while the team were training, one of them kick a football right at Louis, getting mud all over his grey oversized sweater. He snapped at the boy, wiping it off and walked to the office, getting his keys for his room. He sighed and tugged his bags up the stairs with a struggle till he got to the room, swiping the key and padding through the door. As he looked into the room, he spotted a group of four boy’s, all in the middle of an intense video game. [Hey! Please continue as Harry? not my prompt]

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Escort!Louis falls in love with a client.

Louis had been a high class escort since he was 16. It was a fun job, especially because he was extremely good-looking and charming. He liked being spoiled and praised, liked being seen with a middle-aged man. Most of those businessmen liked to flaunt him, but he liked to flaunt them just as bad. Showing other escorts he would always have the richest client, the most beautiful one, or the friendliest one. He knew that within a year, the elder male would be bored, and would trade him for someone else, but Louis always found someone better.

This time, it was different. He had been with this man for almost a year, and knew he would be kicked out sooner or later. He didn’t want to go though. The man wasn’t only the richest, friendliest and most beautiful man he had had in a while, but Louis fell in love with him as well. Louis had broken one of the only rules his job harboured, and knew he would end up heartbroken. His client, who was inching close to the 40, would never love him. He was just an escort, a playmate for a few months, one of many he already had or would have. Louis didn’t even dare to spend time with the man anymore, afraid he would fall harder, or the other would make clear he could go and search for a new customer. So when the man took him out for dinner, telling him they had to talk, Louis had felt his heart ache already. He was going to get dumped. He spent the whole meal pricking in his food, zoned out from time to time, not really paying attention, head snapping up when he suddenly heard his name called multiple times. “Yes?” He squeaked. 

(The other boy doesn’t have to be the man seated across from Louis if you don’t want him to be Louis’ client. He can be another rich man out for dinner, or maybe the waiter, I’m open for ideas!)

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Oi, look up dickface. LT

(ex au in which they meet again months or years later. Can be any situation : house party, Louis is a waiter and Harry is on a first date, supermarket, hospital, etc)

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Memory loss AU in which Louis works at a bar and Harry is an alcoholic who has no clue they were ever together

Louis hadn’t spoken to Harry in years, but that was nobody’s fault. They’d been the happiest couple anyone had ever known, but when Harry was on the way to their wedding venue on the biggest day of their lives, the car had crashed and everything had gone down hill from there. Physically Harry wasn’t too battered or bruised, but he’d hit his head harder than ever and had woken up to find all of his memories gone. The doctors had told Louis to let go and start over, because harry had no clue who he was and probably never would. Anything between them would be forced, and it could have a bad affect on Harry regaining his memory one day.

So Louis had quit his job at the school they both worked at, and got a new job in a bar. He’d sold their home and put their photos and whatnot in storage, giving all of the money from their house sale to Anne for her to give to Harry. He lived in a little cosy apartment now, but it was so lonely, and sleep seemed impossible. He couldn’t believe it had all just gone, just like that. The strangest thing was that harry, /his/ Harry, had no clue about who Louis was, but he happened to be a regular at the bar he worked at. He was always getting piss drunk and crying about how much he hated life, how nobody would tell him anything about himself. Sometimes he would even chat Louis up, and it was so strange to hear his gentle, romantic Harry saying sleazy, disgusting chat up lines whilst reeking of beer. Louis smiled nervously when he saw harry coming in, waving slightly and sighing. “Dan, can you serve him please? I hate contributing to his alcoholism,” he murmured to his colleague.

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Performance Artist Larry

Louis and Harry had met at university - Harry was 18 and a fresher, Louis was 20 and a fresher too, having took a couple years out to earn some money first. They were both art students, both interested in performance art, and while others found them strange, they loved it. They'd dated for 2 years, and when they'd broken up it had been mutual.10 years later and Louis is performing on the street in Madrid, cross legged with his head bowed as he waits for the next stranger to take a seat in front of him. His concept is simple, he looks up into their eyes and they 'share emotion' for a silent minute before they leave. He's had a lot of people doing it so far, and the next time he feels someone sitting in front of him he expects another stranger. What he doesn't expect is Harry, Harry who he hasn't seen in a decade, who's grinning and 30 years old now - looking brilliant as ever. He can't ruin his piece, can't speak, but he feels a few tears slip, covering his mouth in shock and searching Harry's eyes, wondering how on earth they both ended up here at the same time. 

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