#louis tomlinson au fanfic

[stylessbean]

Harry Styles Wattpad Fan Fiction Recs

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I do majority of my reading on Wattpad, so I've put together a list of my all-time favourite books from there and also attached my own reading list as well for anyone who would like to look through it!

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Breaking The Ice by sarbearfive

Hockerry with a slow burn romance. Read it all in one night IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!!!

Spotlight by Kiwiharryy

Enemies to lovers, also they're in a fake relationship which I eat up everytime!!!!

Rising Stars by tpwk1d00

Two famous singers fall in love

PRETEND by alittleloveeee

Another enemies to lovers where they're actors

Scandal by angelsvol6

Yet another fake relationship fic, trust me THIS ONE IS SO INCREDIBLE, I've read it at least 3 times now.

Assumptions by sugarpaperactuallyx

Famous au where the reader is working on the "behind the album" documentary with harry.

[iamasphodelknox]

Title: Half Agony, Half Hope Author: asphodelknox Rating: Explicit Pairing: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Liam Payne/Zayn Malik, Niall Horan/Gemma Styles Word count: 132K Summary:

Harry had never believed the rumors of the beast at the manor on the hill. They sounded like something from Twilight or an old Hollywood horror film, a beautiful man who turned into a beast once a month and killed anyone who was unlucky enough to be stuck on the manor’s grounds. Yeah, right. The manor was probably just creepy and old. Besides, it’s not like he had anything else to do. Harry's had enough of his shit year. Had enough of his shit ex and the fact that he graduated from university with no idea what to do next or what to do with the grief. Ed dares him to spend a month at the crumbling Tomlinson manor, and Harry goes cause what else do you do when your life's fallen apart? It's not really haunted anyway... is it?

Here we go! Go read here!

[starryhaze28]

Summer’s in the air and baby, heaven’s in your eyes

71k by starryhaze on ao3

“So we probably shouldn’t do this.” Louis says, and Harry knows he means staying like this, wrapped up in each other, and he nods, then lifts his head from Louis’ shoulder. His eyes are focused on the ground while he tries to will the tears away.

“We shouldn’t. I’m sorry Lou it’s just-“

“Hey it’s fine, baby.” Louis promises, gently rubbing this thumb over Harry’s cheek. Harry leans into the touch and blinks up at Louis.

“Not your fault.” Louis says, looking around before he presses his lips against Harry’s in a short but sweet kiss. “You’re like my dirty little secret now.” He grins wickedly and gives a wink, making Harry blush and bite his lip as he steps away.

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or a 70s tennis au filled with skirts, pet names and intrigue

[harrysolaf]

ᒪᑌᑎᑕᕼ~OᑎE ᔕᕼOT

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I was at the country club one afternoon after playing golf for majority of the day. When this girl named Harlow was working the bar that evening, and oh- she was pure seduction. My first that was ‘I could eat that girl for lunch!’ She was dancing so well and the conversation was so swell. That I had to take her back to my hotel room, and told her ‘that the room was under Claire because we were something rare.’ So, she called me when she got there and she tasted like she was the one. Tastes so sweet she dancing on my tongue. After that I couldn’t get enough it became a craving by the touch. From up the stairs, arching on the chair, and the pulling of the hair. I need the recipe so I don’t overheat. Telling her ‘let’s take this to the shower babe and take off your clothes. I’ll put them on the counter after I help you take them off.’

ᕼᗩᖇᒪOᗯ’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I’m saying ‘I’ll take pictures in your mirror if I can use you as a volunteer so we can become something extra rare.’

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

Here I was thinking this was going to be a one night stand but I’m saying ‘I’m interested in being more than friends on this thin hunch.’ So I can bend her on the craving of eating her for lunch. Yeah, she’s the one with the way she’s dancing on my tongue.

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[anotherlarrychild]

Only the Brave

He can do this.

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

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

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

[cc-horan28]

Be My Valentine - 6

Let Me Be Your Last First Kiss

Soulmates AU (G) 1.3k

Louis Tomlinson x Harry Styles

There was one boy in particular, with rectangular glasses and a beanie pulled down over his hair who caught his eye, gesturing extravagantly as he boomed out the lines to what sounded like Grease in front of a small group gathered appreciatively in front of him. 

OR

Harry just changed schools, and finding his soulmate wasn't what he expected at all

No warnings!

A/N: I am back at it with the Oops, Hi! Headcanon. I’m obsessed. Sorry not sorry. For the purpose of this fic, lets assume H and Lou are the same age. Also i wandered into the love at first sight category instead of first love but eh. As always, huge thank you to Akeyla for this fest! <3

Title from 1d's 'Last First Kiss'

Harry brushed his fringe aside, digging his other hand awkwardly into the pocket of his jeans. “I know, mum,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice level, not wanting her to sense his apprehension and fear. “I’ll keep my nose clean, I’ll behave, drink water and message you when I leave. Don’t worry, I’ll be responsible,” 

“When are you not, baby?” Anne smiled, reaching up to adjust his hair for him, Harry already gangling over her at 16. 

“Oh, don’t cry mum,” Harry said, scrunching his face up as he furtively looked around to see if anyone had noticed them yet, “It’s not like it’s my first day of school or anything. It’s just a new one. I’ll survive,” 

He wasn’t sure he would. Moving here hadn’t been easy. Holmes Chapel had been so small, everything was so familiar. Everyone had known everyone else, and Harry had had his own group of friends. 

He’d have to start over again, and this school was so much bigger. Swallowing down his worries, he smiled and waved goodbye to his mum, walking into the big brick building, looking around from the admin block as he passed through the huge glass doors.

A couple of minutes later he was standing in front of another set of double doors. He quickly glanced up at the room number, cross checking it with the time table clutched in his hand. He could peep through the little glass inlays in the door and see people moving around, but he didn’t want to take any chances. 

Sure that it was, indeed, the room he was supposed to go to for his first period drama class, he pushed the door open, eyes catching at the grey anchor on his wrist. He tugged the sleeve of his jacket down as he entered. 

It wasn’t exactly like he was ashamed to know he had a soulmate, many did, but he didn’t want it advertised in front of everyone. He shivered a little at the prospect as he made his way to the back of the class, the entire room empty with all the desks pushed up to the sides.

Everyone was loud enough to not have noticed him when he entered. Many were grouped together, going through what seemed like lines. There was one boy in particular, with rectangular glasses and a beanie pulled down over his hair who caught his eye, gesturing extravagantly as he boomed out the lines to what sounded like Grease in front of a small group gathered appreciatively in front of him. 

He pulled his eyes away, wondering if there was some pre-requisite reading he had somehow missed out on. He set his bag down on a desk as he leaned against it, riffling through his bag to check if he had actually missed something. The last thing he wanted was to make a bad impression on the first day.

“Hi,” he heard a soft voice to his left and whipped around, mind already reeling with how he had practiced he would introduce himself. All thoughts vacated his head at the sight in front of him. It was Beanie-Boy. He could see his eyes more clearly now and was seized with an inane urge to rip his glasses off and just stare at his eyes. 

His gaze wandered up to the feathery bits of hair peeking out from under his beanie and found himself wondering why Beanie-Boy covered everything up. His hair looked very soft and Harry wondered what it would feel like between his fingers,

He was jerked out of his reverie when the other boy cleared his throat, blushing.

“Oops,” he mumbled, “I didn’t mean to stare, I just-” he held out his hand, shooting him a small smile. “I’m Harry,”

“Louis,” Beanie-Boy smiled back and Harry barely had time to notice that there was a grey mark circling his wrist before he felt his own burning up. He glazed down at his hand shoved into the pocket of his jacket and oh-

The anchor was getting darker.

Louis was frowning down at his own hand, and Harry stared at him for a moment before the realization hit him. 

“Is that an anchor?” Louis said, voice low enough that Harry had to lean forward to hear. Louis’ eyes were now fixed on Harry’s jacket. 

“Yeah,” Harry breathed out, too dumbfounded to say anything else. 

“Oh my god,” Louis exclaimed, “I- mine’s a rope. I always thought it was a bit stupid. Like- i was tied up or something but I-” he broke off, staring at Harry’s face now and Harry felt a bit warm, blushing a deep red. 

“We’re soulmates?” they both said simultaneously, Harry sounding like he was in disbelief, Louis nothing but overjoyed.

“This is not how I pictured my first day going,” Harry admitted with a sheepish chuckle, letting go of Louis’ hand almost grudgingly.

“Me neither, Curly. But I like it,” Louis grinned and Harry found himself a lot more flustered than the nickname called for. 

The door swung open and everyone hushed, lining up against the walls as the teacher walked in. 

“What say, Curly?” Louis smiled, taking Harry’s left hand in his right and leading him to the back of the class, rope lining up with the anchor perfectly. Harry smiled at the sight. “Bowling sounds good?”

“Yeah,” Harry smiled back, biting his lip as he tried to disguise the look on his face. “Bowling sounds great,” 

He couldn’t wait for the day to end.

“I can’t believe this is all actually happening. I mean, if you would have told me back then- when I joined, I mean- that I would be at prom with my soulmate. I wouldn’t have believed it,” Harry whispered to Louis, looking down at their joined hands. Louis turned his head to press his lips against Harry’s temple, leaning the chair onto its back back feet as they watched the rest of their year dancing. 

“Me neither,” Louis said, and Harry could’ve sworn he could hear the smile in his voice, “I mean when I saw you coming in, looking around and like- you thought no one noticed you,” he chuckled, “Have to be blind to not notice you, by the way. I’d made up my mind already, but to… see our marks. We were always meant to be,”

Harry flushed, batting his free hand weakly against Louis’ thigh. “Stop being so over the top,” 

“I’m not!” Louis protested, “We’re literally soulmates!”

“Doesn’t mean you have to be soppy,” Harry giggled, flushing despite his words.

Louis paused for a moment, and Harry raised his head off Louis’ shoulder, a little concerned as he tried to read his expression in the dim lighting. 

“I love you, Haz,” Louis said softly,

Harry smiled back at him, tilting his head to the side and watching him for a few moments before leaning in for a soft kiss. “I know. We’ve been over this,” he quipped, raising an eyebrow with a smirk, ducking when Louis made to ruffle his hair. 

“Hey, it took me hours to get my hair right,” he giggled, slightly out of breath, “Now will you ask me for a dance already,” he smiled, getting up with his fingers still linked with Louis’.

Louis shook his head fondly as they made their way to the centre of the floor, looping his hands around Harry’s waist as they turned to face each other, moving slowly. The younger boy rested his head on Louis’ shoulder.

“I love you, Louis,” he whispered. 

“I love you too, baby. We’ve been over this,”

A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕

[blueskiesrry]

YOU, IN EVERY COLOR (37k)

in which fashion designer louis and his model bf harry have vowed to never work together again, but with the show for louis’ first solo line on the horizon, they decide to give it another shot

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[adoringhrry]

“Distracted?”

summary: In which Harry drags you to the gym and try as you might, you really don’t hate it as much as you let on.

“Do you want to come to the gym?” Harry jabbered, popping his head into the room where Y/n was sitting.

The room she was in, which was quite large for a tour bus, was like her sanctuary. The boys were the loudest people on Earth, she would reckon. Each of them had their own loudness to them that made Y/n wanna face-plant into a pillow.

Niall had his cute loud laugh. Liam would shout at the stupid X-box. Louis would be yelling at Niall trying to make him laugh. Zayn would be listening to his music too loudly. Harry, her wonderful boyfriend, was the worst of them all! He’d love to sit by her feet and tell her mind-numbing jokes while giggling like a maniac.

Harry’s laugh was beautiful, but sometimes when overstimulated it was like nails on chalkboard. So the adjacent room in the bus was almost reserved for her. Y/n could bring her current read in and not be bothered too much for a little while. Never longer than an hour. Like now.

“You know I can barely carry a milk jug, babe.” She joked with a grin. The book she held in her hands was forgotten, turning her head to meet his eyeline.

“I mean you just coming with me, y’know?” He asked, now stepping into the space while scratching the back of his neck. “You can bring the book if you want.”

Harry knew just how much you despised the gym and everything that comes with it, so you were grateful for the compromise he threw in. Harry also knew that it was impossible for you to say no to him for too long.

“If I come, you aren’t gonna ask me to take videos of you strutting on the running thing?” She asked, quirking a brow.

A triumphant grin stretched across Harry’s face. “Treadmill. Promise no strutting, even though you love it.”

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The gym wasn’t as horrible of an idea it had originally seemed. There weren’t any people there. All that was there was the workout equipment and the them.

Y/n book was forgotten about as she watched Harry. He was doing curls, that’s what she had thought he said. His chest was sweaty. The shirt he had adorned was abandoned in the corner of the room.

Gripping onto the book she watches as his muscles flex. Never in a million years did she think watching her boyfriend working out would be so attractive.

His arms were strained. He was gripping the bar with such a force it made a blush creep into her cheeks. His glistening tattoos were on perfect display.

It was sexy.

“How’s your book, Darlin’?” He strained, voice husky and worn out.

Quickly she picked her book up from her lap. She opened to a random page and pretended to just be paying attention. “It’s riveting.”

Harry smirked as he placed his equipment down. He walked over to her frame, towering over her. He leaned down to lend a kiss to her forehead.

It was only a second later when his lips were by her ear. She could smell his natrual smell. God, was it addicting.

“Your book’s upside down, by the way.”

[hsdiaries]

Kinda want to test something on here before putting it on Wattpad.

Louis passes away, comes back as a ghost to help guide his ex-fiancé Bentley, back to love, where she must choose between Niall, her best friend who she trauma bonded with after Louis passed; and Harry who is new to their friend group but quickly becomes a place of comfort for her.

[mason-conaway]

new chapter <3

run from me, but always come back:

"I don't know, Harry," Louis sighs wistfully, the long line of his neck covered in a ring of purple as he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling. "Sometimes I think about the way things are now, and I can't help but feel like he's won." "He hasn't," Harry replies fiercely, unwilling to let this shadowed figure take anything else from them. Not after they've worked so hard to escape his vice-like grip, to erase all his wrongdoings and turn them into something beautiful. or the one where Louis disappears for two years and the person who returns is not the same one who left 30.1k WIP

[cwrotes]

hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect ; larry

college au | slice of life | 4.7.k

summary: “harry and louis have only met a couple of times thanks to a friend they have in common. now they go to this party where they don't know anyone and decide to give each other a chance. or where louis gets invited to a party by a friend who never shows up, and spending the night with a curly guy he vaguely recognizes is better than anything else.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Do we know each other?" questions the curly-haired man suddenly, with the same impression of the biotech student and doubt shimmering in the tenuousness of his features.

He has cocked his head to the right, so now one of his brown ripples falls deliberately down the side of his forehead.

"I think so," Louis replies absently, his tongue tingling around his words and his mind racing as he tries to figure out where they've met before.

So, he thinks, arduously, and the boy does too judging by the way he presses his thumb under his jaw and his forefinger spreads across the pinkish valley of his wet lips.

[hl-obsessed]

Snippet from 1D Maze Runner AU

(that maybe one day i will finish and publish)

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

(Don't eat me alive please.)

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"Louis is screaming.

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

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

Harry sees him running. He hears his screams.

Louis is terrified.

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

He knows they are close with Zayn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His name joins the screams of Zayn's.

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

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

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

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

[...]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Congratulations. You've just killed yourself."

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

[haloermin-rants]

finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time

Fan art inspired by Cocaine for Breakfast by guccikings (@harryeatsburger)

other version:

[haloficsrants]

♡ Tired Tired Sea ♡

❧ author: MediaWhore

❧ words: 113k

❥ read here

✿ summary :

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

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[straightguysdont2]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson Additional Tags: Larry Stylinson Is Real, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Mild Smut, Established Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles Loves Louis Tomlinson, Top Harry Styles, Bottom Louis Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson Loves Harry Styles Summary:

Harry and Louis own a pottery shop; the usual smut and fluff ensues.

Inspired by this AI image 

[niall-ate-mynamee]

Hello lovers, hope you’re all doing well <3

Just a little update:

I’ve started a new story today, that I’m so excited about. It’s something different to what I usually write, as it’s a One Direction x BBC Merlin AU centred around Niall & Merlin (if you haven’t watched Merlin, I highly recommend you do so, or even just a compilation on YouTube because it’s so amazing), but I don’t know when I’ll get the first chapter finished.

I’m also working on chapter 13 of Stained Glass Eyes, and chapter 2 of Looking in the Eyes of a Stranger, both on AO3, so there’s a few things coming your way very soon! If you don’t see much online from me in the coming days/weeks, that is why!

I cannot wait for you to see what I’ve been working on! This is the year I put 110% into all my writing & making my stories as good as I can! I seriously love & appreciate you all from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being here with me <3