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Something In The Distance (So Close You Can Almost Taste It) by magicalou @namelesslights

Length: 180k

Louis was good. He was about to become the most successful racer in Formula 1. He had a clear path: break some records, win most races, then repeat it all again the next year.

Of course, that’s when Harry bloody Styles comes in.

OR, Louis is a Formula 1 driver for Scuderia Ferrari and Harry is a painter and sculptor, one of the most beloved from our time, and Louis's biggest pain in the ass.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed

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forever is in your eyes by we_are_the_same @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

Length: 126k

Harry looks fragile in the moonlight, and Louis stands there, pondering, not even sure what it is that he’s thinking of. It’s all just noise in his head, a mix of melancholy and desire, of longing for something that he doesn’t even have a name for.

He wants-

He wants love. He wants to be held and cherished and have a home. Not just a place to lay his head down at night. He wants to be loved the way that Louis had loved creating Harry. He wants his perfect man, but he wants him to be real. He wants Harry to be real-

His lips press against marble, against something cold and unforgiving, and it’s not until his hand comes up to rest against a sculpted neck that his eyes fly open and he stumbles backwards, nearly falling off the stepladder that he’d stood on.

“Jesus Christ.” He whispers, shaking his head and resisting the urge to brush the back of his hand against his lips, erase evidence that isn’t even visible to the naked eye. Harry stands there, as though nothing’s changed, and of course he does, because he’s a statue.

A statue that Louis has just kissed.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed

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Mine Would Be You by crinkle-eyed-boo @crinkle-eyed-boo

Length: 114k

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall. Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left. Fucking shit motherfucker fuck. Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed, Must Read

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just call me inspiration by hereforlou @hereforlou (Deleted. But we have a copy! Send us a message here)

Length: 51k

The truth is Louis knows he’s going to hell, if there is such a thing, but it isn’t because he writes erotic fiction for a living. If anything, it’s because his muse, the reason he’s inspired to write about people shagging in increasingly creative ways everyday, is the sweetest, loveliest, most genuine (and completely oblivious) future children-book illustrator in the world.

(Or, the one where Louis is a writer, Harry is an art student, and they inspire each other in very different ways.)

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed, Must Read

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by Beautiful_Inside

Louis Tomlinson. 18. He’s got a pierced lip and gauges in his ears, and firm black lines drawn onto his eyelids. He wears what he wants under his school uniform and etches designs into his black notepad while girls try to get his attention. He’s taped a razor edge onto the wall behind his bed frame. But he’s also got this affinity for old style novels and complex, intelligent conversations. 

Harry Styles. 17 . The new kid with a dorky streak covered up by his fit body, emerald eyes and curly brown hair. He draws whatever he wants and takes pictures of nice things, just to pin them on his bedroom walls on clothes hooks and black strings. He likes to draw Louis just to see him smile. His head is filled with a dictionary and he likes to speak in riddles and use terms adults blink oddly at.

And you can’t forget Niall, adorable and hilarious and hungry, blind to the lovesick antics of Zayn, striving bad boy who just wants to smoke, and sensible yet silly Liam, who’s trying to both stop and help this matchmaking mess while holding his own.

And then there’s always some drama, because what’s high school and a teenage life without some of that unnecessary shit?

Ao3, chaptered, completed, mature