#the reason why i switched from harry being taken care of to louis being taken care of

[nooradeservedbetter]

I know you write bl but please do not defend Emma. She is known in our fandom as a transphobic asshole. She has been openly transphobic to harries and larries because they think Harry MIGHT be trans. She is also homophobic with how she as a cis het white woman thinks she has more say in how a gay fandom needs to operate. There are years worth of receipts of this. She harassed my friend because they tagged Harry as a princess on their own blog and tried to call them homophobic for doing so. Im mutuals with authors who had to drop out of the bl fest for personal reasons, and then Emma and her friends started harassing them for joining a non bl fest months later. You should see how former blouie authors are treated by her after they dont write exclusively bl fics anymore. The reason BLP is not well liked in fandom is because of her. There is literally a top Harry fic fest run by an actual trans person and much more supported by larries. Louis bottoming isn't the issue. For years blouies have made that their only personality and harassed and sent so many larries death threats (me included) because we blog on our own blogs about Harry wanting to be pregnant or singing about sucking dick or anything that doesn't make him "a top". Blouies have ruined themselves for their entire fandom and that anon is a perfect example of how they are.

Whew anon.

Okay, thank you for the ask and the respectful tone, I will try to maintain a respectful tone right back.

I don't exclusively write bl, I like to think I write fics where Louis gets taken care of one way or another. By bottoming, by subbing, by being cuddled; rn I have 2 smut fics, both of them sub Louis, one of them is them being vers (i.e. penetrating each other), the other *can* be considered bl, I did tag it as such, but the only penetration that happens is two lines of cockwarming. My current unpublished fics and ideas are:

The a/b/o fic fest that is Omega Louis/bl but has references to bh;

Exploring the idea of topping from the bottom: i have a petplay sub Harry fic that's half-written, currently plotting a vaguely Dom transrry fic. First one will be Dom!bl, second one Dom!bh. Might have a third one, but I still haven't decided;

The blff, I mean that's the name of;

The 1d fantasy fic fest that will be both vers and switch but it's darkfic so I don't think that's a great example to have here tbh lmao.

Okay, that said.

I did have run-ins with Emma back in the day; idk if you were there in 2015/16, but I have a whole tag where I actively fought people on Harry's possible gender identity, together with Angela and Jay (godspeed to both of them, they're much happier now believe me). It's been 8 years, I don't know what Emma is doing right now, besides managing the blff, and I don't know how she changed in eight years; eight years ago I was a staunch anarchist, and look at me now. You can come off anon and send me anything you might see fit, that would actually be great, and it would give me something to operate on. And on that point, I don't--think? That telling someone "hey yo instead of sending anon hate go and support the people who write/rec the fics you wanna read" is defending anyone? But it's understandable that if she's currently harassing people, that's a knee-jerk reaction.

Then to address your points about Louis bottoming... Again, I'm not sure, like. Feels a bit like you're barking at the wrong tree? One of my favourite smut authors is devilinmybrain (oh my god that 5+1 gross-hot fic nnnn) and I read, and to some extent write, quite happily everything as long as it's good. Like, both of them canonically have a prostate. It's a shame if they never use it. And Harry being feminine has nothing to do with Harry bottoming (or topping ;) of course), but this is something that needs its own post to be expanded.

With that long-ass rant in that post I wanted to make another point, and that point was directed to some of the reblogs, and that point was: stop wokeifying the gay community, because you--general you--will have a stroke if you ever go to a gay bar one day.

I won't reiterate the stuff I said there, but that should have been the main takeaway, not that I prefer writing bl or bh. I don't consider myself a blouie, by virtue of the fact that not only I read and write whatever, but also because I genuinely don't agree with a lot of the, like, ideological stances. On smut. I could talk about what hardcore bl/sh do and say probably all day, and Raf/Niv know what I'm talking about because they're usually the ones I fill with audios, but this post is already really long.

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All The Clouds Ch. 2 | Niall Horan x Reader

Warnings: mild swearing

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: BLACK AND WHITE

“There’ll never be another,”

As soon as you met Niall, you knew you wanted to be a part of his life.

Of course, he had no idea who you were. You were a budding sound engineer hired onto a gigantic tour production and he was… well, he was a rockstar.

All of the boys were charismatic and extremely talented, so it was no surprise that they had risen to fame so quickly. The tour manager, Tom, had pointed them out to you when he was giving you a tour of the production before your first sound check, but you never crossed paths until much later.

“You’ll be working with Annika Wilson and bunking with her as well. She’ll show you exactly what your responsibilities are. If you have any problems, report back to me. Any questions?” Tom asked as he led you to the side of the stage you’d be working from.

“Um, no,” you shrugged, feeling slightly overwhelmed. You weren’t exactly sure how you landed this job, but you also weren’t going to question it.

“Great,” he led you over to a sound station where a blonde woman was organizing cords and microphones, “Annika, this is the newbie I told you about.”

Annika was in her late twenties, tall, and intimidatingly cool. She looked up at you from what she was working on, dropping the cords and tightening her ponytail before reaching out to shake your hand, “welcome to the shit-show.”

You returned her handshake, immediately liking her. Tom shot her a glare but didn’t say anything before walking away. Annika must have had some seriously good job security to be making quips like that in front of the tour manager, you reasoned.

“He didn’t make this show seem like sunshine and rainbows did he?” Annika asked once he was gone, turning back to what she was working on.

“Kinda,” you rocked back awkwardly on your heels, unsure of what you could do.

“It’s not. This whole show is such a mess I’m surprised we manage to hold it together every time we run it. My job is to manage all of the microphones, for the boys and their band. Tom said you have experience sound mixing?”

“Yeah,” you stepped up to the sound board she was standing next to, “I was stage crew at the local concert venue in my hometown.”

“Perfect. We can tag team mixing until you get the hang of it for the show, then we’ll split it up. These,” she pointed to a box on her left, “are the boys microphones. Louis is blue, Harry is green, Liam is red, Zayn is yellow, and Niall is Ireland. Niall also has a headset mic, for when he’s playing the guitar. Since you’re just getting started, you’ll just be responsible for Niall. I can keep tabs on the other boys until you have your feet under you. Sound good?”

It took you a minute to realize she was serious. It was your first day, and she had already assigned you to the most technically complicated band member.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I don’t trust myself not to mess something up and I don’t want to get fired on my first day.”

Annika laughed brightly, shaking her head, “the best way to learn this stuff is to just do it, two feet first into the deep end. Don’t let the boys scare you. Working with them is the easiest part of the job, they’re really sweet underneath all of the chaos,” she smirked. You weren’t sure how much you believed her, the quick glimpse of them you had seen earlier involved a Segway and being chased by their security guard, Paul. You didn’t get to ask her any further questions before she started introducing you to the rest of the equipment.

The sound board you’d be working with was much like the one you were used to using at your job back home. The difference would be setting it up correctly and breaking it down quickly between shows. Annika kept reassuring you that it would seem less overwhelming the more times you did it, and with the list of upcoming tour dates you’d get lots of practice.

“Here comes trouble,” Annika mumbled to you shortly after sound check officially started. You looked up to the stage and saw all five boys heading your direction. “Boys,” she greeted them when they made it to the sound station, “this is (y/n). Be nice.”

“We’re always nice,” Liam smirked, though the way he winked at you said otherwise.

“Always,” Harry emphasized, taking his microphone from Annika. She rolled her eyes, handing Liam, Louis, and Zayn their mics as well. Instead of giving Niall his microphone, she gave it to you instead, nodding in his direction before going back to chatting with the other boys.

You walked up to him hesitantly, “um, Annika put me in charge of your mics.”

“Did she?” Niall glanced over at your coworker quickly with a lopsided smile.

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

“Well ya know what that means, don’t ya?”

“I don’t think I do.”

“Means we’re friends now.”

“Does it?”

“Absolutely. And you have to promise we’ll stay friends forever.”

“Why would I do that?” you couldn’t be too careful, you had to ask before you accidentally sold your soul. Niall looked a little taken aback by your question, eyes narrowing as he thought out an answer. Finally, he held out his free hand towards you. You cocked your head, but reached out and let him pull you onto the stage.

Normally standing in the middle of a stage made you feel small and insecure. You much rather preferred to be behind the sound booth, away from prying eyes and left to your own devices. Standing there with Niall though, you didn’t feel as small. There were rows upon rows of empty seats, and it was easy to imagine thousands of screaming fans filling the arena. It felt like a rush of electricity running through your veins. Standing up here, you felt like you could do anything.

“This is why,” he said smugly when you finally looked over at him, “this changes your life.”

“I still don’t see why that means I have to promise to stay friends with you though. I’ve know you for all of two minutes.”

“So what?”

“So I’m not promising anything until I know you better.”

Niall considered your offer slowly, dropping your hand to cross his arms, “fine. I’ll convince you, you’ll get it eventually.”

“Good luck with that,” as soon as there was space between you, the stage fright started to catch up to you, “I, um, I should get back to Annika.”

You turned on your heel and practically ran back to the sound board where Annika was waiting.

“He’s great, right?” she asked smugly.

“He’s alright,” you shrugged.

“Wait until you hear him sing,” she moved a slider on the sound board, then gave the boys a thumbs up.

You had to admit, she was right. The boys were amazing. Of course, you had heard some of their music before joining the tour, practically the whole world had at that point, but their live performances were something else. Each one had their own style and sound that melded together in a stylistic way. Their personalities shined through their music and their antics. It was impossible to watch them without a smile on your face.

It would be generous to say you fumbled through your first soundcheck and show, but Annika knew what she was talking about when she said you had to jump feet first into the deep end. Niall was more than forgiving when you dropped his mic while handing it to him during your first show, and completely forgot to bring his handheld when he switched back later that night. With every mishap, he laughed it off and told you that you’d get it next time.

Like Annika, he was also right, and by your third show you had it all figured out. Once you were more confident in your abilities as an employee, you started to enjoy the show as a whole and could spend more time appreciating the work that the boys were doing. Though at first it seemed larger than life, as the tour picked up speed you started noticing things that outsiders wouldn’t have even blinked over.

You finally asked Annika about it when you were leaving your hotel room in a new city to walk to the venue for sound check, “does the band ever get to go out when we go places like this?” It was a beautiful, sunny day and Annika had suggested going out to experience the night life after the show.

She shook her head, “they can’t. They’d be mobbed, fans and paps everywhere. Nobody knows who we are so we can get away with it, but the boys are stuck inside most places. Management doesn’t want them out causing trouble anyways.”

“Why would management care? Plenty of celebrities go out, and if they do get into trouble, isn’t it their management’s job to fix it? Why have management at all otherwise?”

“Not all celebrities are young attractive men that the whole world is obsessed with. You’re right, management is supposed to protect the talent, but here they’re just controlling.The boys are basically prisoners to their management. They can’t leave the hotel, they can’t say or do anything that could be considered scandalous, and they’re extremely overworked. Management has even asked me to turn down Niall’s mic during a show before. Honestly, the boys are great to work with, but the rest of this place is toxic.”

“You didn’t…” you felt a twinge of responsibility for the Irishman who had quickly become your favorite member of One Direction (though you’d never admit that to anyone).

“Of course not, I’d never betray the boys like that. My reputation with them is more important than my reputation with management, and I don’t hide the fact that I like them better than I like their management. That’s how it’s always been and how it always will be. If management decides they have a problem with it, they can fire me,” she shrugged.

Her words stayed with you all through soundcheck, but once the show started you pushed them as far back into your mind as possible. You had to focus on the task at hand.

You were more comfortable around Niall than you had been three weeks ago when you first started. There was an intimacy that you got to have with him every night while passing off microphones and guitars between you that easily fueled a good working relationship. At first it was mostly small talk, a comment here and there about the energy in the room or the water fight Louis and Liam had onstage. Small talk turned into tiny dance parties or riddles, but you didn’t think your relationship was any more complex than that until Niall posed you a question as you traded microphones.

“What’s been goin’ on in your head all night?”

“Just show things,” you brushed him off, not really wanting to talk about it in that moment.

“I can hear the whirring of your gears turning from the other side of the stage, and that’s with my in-ears. Harry’s got the crowd captivated for a minute, what’s wrong?”

“Have you always wanted to be a singer?”

Niall smiled softly, “I wanted t’ be a footballer for a little bit, but yeah, this has always been my dream.”

“What happens when you’re old, then?”

Niall laughed loudly, “old? I’ll still be able to sing when I’m old.”

“Right, but when you’re done touring and performing for millions of people around the world.”

“Well, I’ll just be able to enjoy my life at that point I guess. Maybe I’ll play golf more, have some consistency. I haven’t thought much about it but I’ll get back to you,” he flashed you a bright smile before bouncing back on stage to rejoin the band, leaving you holding his microphone.

Niall didn’t know the weight of your words because of how you phrased your question, but his answer told you everything you needed to know. He wanted consistency, because his life currently didn’t have much of it. He wanted control, and to ‘enjoy his life’. Those were his words. “I’ll just be able to enjoy my life at that point”. You went back to the sound station where Annika was perched on a stool watching the boys, oblivious to the conversation you had just had. You sat next to her, eyes landing on one blonde Irishman who was bouncing all over the stage. His smile said it all, he was living his dream. He was living his dream and having fun while doing it, but at what cost to him and his sanity?

You thought back to a few weeks ago, when you stood in the middle of the stage with him and he asked you to promise you’d stay friends. It meant something to him, and you chose not to do it. Knowing what you knew now, though, it made sense. Management controlled his every move. He was living his dream under somebody else’s thumb, and to fight it he was picking up friends at every turn.

It was the most Niall Horan thing you had ever heard.

If he was going to spend the rest of his career like this, though you really hoped he didn’t, you knew you had to be there to support him through it all. Nobody should have to go through what he was dealing with, and if he was asking for friendship you were going to be the best friend he had ever had.

You waited until the show was over to say anything else to him. As soon as he was in front of you handing you his mic, you plucked up the courage.

“Do you have a minute?”

“Yeah, do you have a minute?” he was still buzzing from the show, skin gleaming in sweat.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t,” you stuck your tongue out at him, earning a laugh. You walked to the wings of the stage, peeking out from behind a wall to see if there were still fans in the audience. You waited until you were sure the coast was clear, then you waved for him to follow.

The stage crew was already breaking down the set, but you were still able to lead Niall to the center of the stage. You stood looking out at the now empty seats, not making eye contact before you spoke.

“You asked me to promise to be your friend.”

“I did.”

“You said I’d get it eventually. It took me a while to figure it out, but you were right, this changes your life. I get it now,” you finally turned to look at him and you were met with a cheeky grin.

“Is this going where I think it’s going?”

You rolled your eyes, “I promise we’ll stay friends.”

Niall whooped loudly, lifting you off your feet in a hug and spinning you around.

“Ew, you’re all sweaty,” you squirmed out of his grasp. He only grinned harder.

“It doesn’t matter. You still have t’ like me, we’re friends for life now.”

“If we’re going to be friends you have to put in effort too, you know. This isn’t a one way street.”

“I know.”

You thought it would be simple, being friends with Niall Horan. You were wrong.

“I promise that I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

Chapter 3: DEAR PATIENCE Coming April 20th, 2021

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Monthly fic rec showcasing fics I’ve read for the first time, and old favorites that I’ve been drawn back to for another read. In this installment, there are fics from @sadaveniren @taggiecb @newleafover @beau-soleil-louis @kingsofeverything @dinosaursmate @jaerie and @runaway-train-works 

FIRST TIME READ

Face Your Fears by SadaVeniren @sadaveniren

Main Pairing: Harry/Louis | Rating: Explicit

Written for: @onedirectionbigbang

Words: 92,217 | Published: April 24, 2019

Tags: ABO, Mpreg, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Famous/Non-Famous (check work for further tags)

Summary: Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

That’s What I’m Here For by taggiecb @taggiecb

Main Pairing: Harry/Louis | Rating: Explicit

Written for: @onedirectionbigbang

Words: 46,838 | Published: April 18, 2019

Tags: Older Characters, Age Difference, Friends to Lovers (check work for further tags)

Summary: Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him, his children know just the man for the job.

Constant Debauchery by blake @newleafover

Main Pairing: Harry/Louis | Rating: Explicit

Written for: @1dgayboficfest

Words: 19,421 | Published: March 2, 2019

Tags: ABO, Alpha/Alpha, Historical AU, Sexual Awakening (check work for further tags)

Summary: When Harry speaks, it’s with a cloud of smoke spilling out across Louis’s ear, cheek, and neck. “I’m glad I’m not the only alpha who’s not an idiot.” Louis forces his smile to stay on his face as Harry stands up and follows the boys as they pick up their things and start walking, but he’s shaken to the core, even though he shouldn’t be. For so many reasons, he shouldn’t be. But this is the moment that he realizes what he’s known, on some level—what he has smelled—all night. Harry is an alpha. It’s also the moment that he realizes he’s disappointed that it’s the truth. OR Harry is an alpha who loves getting his mouth knotted by other alphas. Louis is happy to serve. Fun smut! But also angst and sexual awakenings.

Breathe Me by only_angel_28 @beau-soleil-louis

Main Pairing: Harry/Louis | Rating: Mature

Words: 13,550 | Published: April 11, 2018

Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Homeless Louis, Music Student Harry, Hurt/Comfort, Smut (check work for further tags)

Summary: “Louis?” Harry queries softly, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “Why are you living in my car?” Louis sighs, and this time it’s laced with a mixture of sadness and exhaustion, the sound of it tugging at Harry’s heartstrings. “Long story,” he says finally with a weak smile. “Will you tell me?” Harry prods gently, his demeanor akin to that of someone approaching a wild animal with their arms outstretched in a gesture of submission. “You don’t have to, like—I mean…it’s just, I’m a pretty good listener, and you seem like maybe you could use a friend?” “What gave me away?” Louis jokes dryly. OR the one where Harry has a broken heart, Louis has a broken home, and all it takes is one night together for them to fall in love.

Snow Big Deal by fullonlarrie @kingsofeverything

Main Pairing: Harry/Louis | Rating: Explicit

Series: Tiny Penis Fics (Part 3/3)

Words: 8,390 | Published: April 15, 2019

Tags: Small Penis, Snowboarding, Photography, Smut.

Summary: Louis is a professional snowboarder set to appear in ESPN The Body Issue and Harry is an assistant photographer working for the magazine. They have more in common than they think.

Graphic Design Is My Passion by fullonlarrie @kingsofeverything

Main Pairing: Harry/Louis | Rating: Explicit

Written for: @homosociallyyours

Words: 6,482 | Published: April 19, 2019

Tags: University/College AU, Artworks, Dildos, Blowjobs, Jerking Off.

Summary: Graphic design student Louis Tomlinson has exams to study for and final art projects to complete if it would stop raining long enough for him to walk across campus. Luckily Harry Styles has an umbrella, and he’s perfectly willing to share. Louis doesn’t plan to get his heart broken and he doesn’t plan to make almost a hundred silicone dildos. One of these things definitely happens.

OLD FAVE’s

We’ll Be Seamless by dinosaursmate @dinosaursmate

Main Pairing: Harry/Louis | Rating: Explicit

Words: 52,085 | Published: August 3, 2017

Tags: Tumblr AU, Photography, Smut, Body Worship, Slow Burn (sort of)

Summary: Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it. Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks. OR Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

Salt And The Appetite by SadaVeniren @sadaveniren

Main Pairing: Harry/Louis | Rating: Explicit

Series: No Control Club Series (Part 1/5)

Words: 14,458 | Published: July 29, 2018

Tags: BDSM, Roleplay, Dom/Sub/Switch, Club Owner Louis, Blogger Harry (check work for further tags)

Summary: No Control is a No From Me | By Harry Styles “I know this is probably a controversial opinion and review because I have only heard great things from people going to No Control before but I cannot recommend it to anyone. While the facility is nice, the people who work there do not seem to care for their clients well being, and I do not feel safe going there in any capacity. I suppose when I want to play next I will have to travel back down to London, or maybe, unfortunately, Liverpool. If I must.” OR Harry, a popular BDSM blogger, writes a negative review about Louis’ club. Louis wants to have a chance to make it up to him.

Woke Up Feeling Knotty by jaerie @jaerie

Main Pairing: Harry/Louis | Rating: Explicit

Words: 7,903 | Published: January 9, 2018

Tags: ABO, Alpha Harry, Beta Louis, Porn Blog, Virgin Louis (check work for further tags)

Summary: 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.

No One But You Got Me Feeling This Way by runaway_train @runaway-train-works

Main Pairing: Harry/Louis | Rating: Explicit

Words: 3,787 | Published: January 5, 2019

Tags: Cam Boy Louis, Student Harry, Porn With Plot.

Summary: Harry is well aware he should be studying or watching T.V or cleaning the kitchen or doing literally anything from a list as long as his arm instead of this, but he is. The list of reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this is probably at least double that, but here he most definitely is. He’s sitting on his bed, legs straight out in front of him, back propped up against the headboard and some fluffed-up pillows and his MacBook is resting on his thighs. His jittery fingers drum lightly on the edge of the keyboard as he stares at the tiny digital clock in the top right-hand corner of the screen, willing the seconds to tick by faster. He wants to get into this and get it over with in equal measures. OR The one where Harry has a particular desire that only Louis can fulfill.

**If you read and enjoy any of these fics, please remember to leave a nice comment, kudos, and reblog the author’s Tumblr fic posts where available.**

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I can’t believe it already November 28th, this month has gone by so quickly! Here are some of the Famous/Non-Famous AUs I’ve read! These are focusing more on Famous H/Non-Famous L. I’ll definitely do a part 2 where it’s Famous L/Non-Famous H.

As always, make sure to leave a nice comment for the authors and leave a kudos!

Whirlwind, 21k, by @haydolce 

AU. Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee, Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old friend when he needs a date for his big night.

lock me up with love, 29k, by @liltinylouis

“So you must go out more often than I thought,” Harry said. “I see you all the time now!”

“Well, one of those times you literally came to my door.”

Harry laughed, a loud honking sound, a shock to Louis’ ears. He couldn’t remember the last time he made someone laugh, not so easily and genuine.

Harry didn’t seem embarrassed, but his eyes were hazy, hair a bit mussed up, cheeks red. Oh. He was drunk, or tipsy maybe. That explained a lot.

“That’s true,” he said, then frowned. “Oh no, do I seem like a stalker?”

“Eh,” Louis said, “just a little bit.”

Louis had a messed-up knee, ruined career, and labradoodle to take care of. Harry had a normal knee, perfect career, and concern for his recluse neighbor. Harry's baking skills were enough to bring them together.

When It’s Late At Night, 25k, @all-these-larrythings

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that's exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

Or

The Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

‘Til I Tasted You, 14k, by @icanhazzalou

Louis is Harry Styles' biggest fan. It doesn't matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can't cook to save his life.

At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit.

tangled up in you, 45k, by @missandrogyny

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

Something Great, 31k, by @infinitelymint

In which a coincidence, instagram, a party, a piano and a planned coming out all come together to make two people fall in love. As it happens, it turns out to be a rather effective combination.

or, Louis is a student and Harry is the mega-famous singer that happens to post a photo with Louis in the background. Together they kind of break the internet.

Rise up like the sun, 41k, by @tommosgun

“I wasn't taking a sneaky pic.” Louis blurted out, the guy stood at one of the urinals taking a piss. “You were.” The guy answered coolly. “I would've taken a pic with you if you'd just asked.” “No I didn't want a pic with you.” The guy turned his head, quirking his eyebrow sardonically. “No you're far too cool for that, you just wanted to violate my privacy.” Louis squeezed his eyes shut. “I'm sorry. Look..” He walked towards the guy flicking his phone out. “Hey.” The guy hunched over, hiding his junk. “Oh no no, I wasn't gonna take a pic. Fuck.” Louis threw his hands up, stopping in his tracks. “Look I'm going to show you I'm deleting it.” Louis turned his phone and the pic disappeared. “You looked familiar, I was going to send it to my friend and ask who you were, I'm sorry, dick move.” Louis sighed, smiling apologetically. The guy zipped and walked to the basin. “So you invade my privacy then insult my level of fame by pretending to not know who I am.” The guy was turned away from Louis. “Look I'm...shit.” Louis inhaled noisily. The guy turned, a grin spread over his face. “I'm fucking with you.”

Not Quite, 34k, by @lads-laddylads

Niall gives Harry an exasperated look, nodding slowly. “Okay...so do you want to explain why we’re hiring Louis? And do you want to explain it without making any mention of his soft hair or ample buttocks?”

As Harry prepares for the premiere of his first blockbuster film, his manager encourages him to hire a bodyguard as a precautionary measure. Harry ends up making an unusual choice.

24K Magic, 32k @justalittlelouislove

“I know, I bet you want an autograph.”

An...what? Louis’ jaw drops open, actually hangs open, as he gapes at him in absolute and utter disbelief. Right here, on a Friday night in London, Louis has happened upon the biggest douchebag in the history of the world. Surely he should contact someone. A record-keeping organisation or something.

“You think I want an autograph,” Louis repeats slowly. Maybe if the guy hears the words back clearly enough he’ll comprehend the level of asshole he’s throwing out into the universe.

It doesn’t work, Mr. Douchebag of the Century just smirks and leans into Louis’ space, well more into his space, “Mmhmm, we’ll have to go up to my Penthouse. That’s where I keep my pens.”

or

A fic based on 24k Magic by Bruno Mars, in which Harry's a mess and famous, Louis is a mess and not, Liam and Zayn are probably hiding something, and Niall is a horrible flatmate.

Kiss Me With Adventure (”Til I Forget My Name), 31k, by summer_roses

Harry is the big new thing in the music industry and in a mad search to find a makeup artist before his first ever world tour kicks off. Louis is an internet famous beauty guru/YouTuber who drinks too much tea and a habit of cursing excessively. When a fan tweets Harry the link to Louis' YouTuber channel it starts something neither of them could have ever imagined.

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Based on the prompt: Harry's the biggest indie star in the music industry and just as his first world tour starts his makeup artist leaves. Harry's team is frantically searching for a new one but they can't seem to get a hold of one Harry actually likes?? Cue Harry, alone in his apartment a week before tour, he sees a tweet from a fan saying that "this is my favorite youtuber!! blah blah", Harry clicks it and there's youtuber!Louis who //conveniently// is also a beauty guru. Harry thinks he's cute n stuff but he also wants him on his team and all that.

Is This Seat Taken, 35k, by lainy122

A borrowed suit from Zayn, a cigarette and the right attitude, and Louis went from security breach to misplaced celebrity instantly. He could practically see the wheels in the security guy’s head switch from ‘could be dangerous’ to ‘could get me fired’. L.A was so predictable.

Louis makes a bet with Zayn that he can sneak into a music awards event without getting caught, and when he ends up posing as a seat-filling member of staff he runs into superstar Harry Styles and sparks fly. Que the music.

Tis the Season for...Love?, 27k, by @alarriefantasy

Prompt: Harry seems to have it all: A successful career as a pastry chef, a Victorian home in London, and a dedicated boyfriend who he's been with for years. One day he stops by his boyfriend's apartment to surprise him and finds out that he's not so dedicated to Harry after all. Shocked and too depressed to celebrate, he decides to skip Christmas and on a whim leaves on a plane to New York. In New York he meets Louis…

Or...Louis might just be what Harry's needed all along.

A Pleasant Side to You, 8k, by @smrwine

Louis brought his palms up to his temples, easing the roaring headache that was quickly developing beneath his skull. His entire day spent half dressed out in the sun was all leading up to this show, and hearing their new songs, and being twenty feet away from his only teenage heartthrob and coming of age inspiration. It had been nearly a decade since he saw them perform live, and this was something he was genuinely looking forward to. Louis shook his head and cringed inward at his disappointment.

“Well who’s replacing them, then? They were the headliners.”

“I dunno,” Nick said with a fleeting hand movement. “Some bloke named Harry Styles.” or Louis ends his summer with a festival and a man whois almost too good to be true.

One Week, Eight Hours, 3k, by daggerinrose

Louis doesn’t have a reason to hate Harry Styles (which, to be fair, is a reason of its own.)

or: a production assistant with no experience in front of a camera interviews a rockstar with old shoes and a distasteful attitude.

Please let me know if there’s anymore recs you have! Happy 28th!

[looselucy]

Twenty Eight - H

Harry’s point of view. I had missed the feeling of waking up beside Anna Black. I had missed the feeling of just being with her.

In the week where I moved into her flat, I grew more than accustom to her company, more than accustom to waking up and knowing she was going to be there with me. The tour bus and hotel rooms began feeling bare after only a few days. I fucking loved waking up next to her again. I quietly watched her sleeping, my mind still fried after what had happened the night before. I knew there was quite a bit of time before she would stir herself, and I took that time to think about my actions. What I’d done, what I should have done instead. I turned on my side, watching her intently. It was nice seeing her totally calm in her slumbering state. She hadn’t been having the easiest time of recent, and no matter how she tried, I could see how tense it had made her. Seeing her sleeping made me feel happy for her, she was in a state of calm, even if it was just for a while. As much as I wanted to wake her and enjoy her company once again, I wanted her to be peaceful for herself, more than I wanted to have her to myself. I placed a kiss to her forehead, before slowly and quietly removing myself from underneath the sheets, sleepily wandering over to my suitcase and throwing on a pair of sweatpants. I stood at the end of the bed and watched her for another minute or so, smiling down to her frame, before removing myself from the hotel room, quietly clicking the door shut behind myself, then making my way down to Louis’ room. We had an entire hotel floor to ourselves, that way we didn’t have to worry about anyone bothering us, or any extreme fans finding our rooms. The hotel wouldn’t even allow people on our floor, and it gave us a sense of ease. Before I even reached Louis’ room, the door before his opened, Zayn popping his head out and looking at me. “Morning.” I yawned, cracking my neck. He tilted his head, signalling for me to join him inside his room. I quickly did, stepping inside to see it was just him there. “Just wanted to see how you’re feeling?” He began. “I’m okay.” “Last night got a bit...” He trailed off. “I’m sorry, man.” “Why are you sorry?” “That you had to calm me down. I lost it.” “Mate, if I saw someone acting like that with my missus, you’d have to do more than calm me down. I get it. You don’t need to apologise.” I nodded, hating even thinking about how out of hand things had gotten, how that boy had spoken to her and grabbed her. Everything just switched so quickly; one second, I was dancing with Niall, the next I saw him push up to her body, her eyes seeming threatened by his movements. The anger I felt was gut-wrenching, simply witnessing him try to corner her, touch her. She isn’t fucking his to touch. I wished I could have knocked him to the floor. I wished I could have taken him down, but there would be a story about that without a doubt. With nobody really being hurt and us being in such a private venue, I doubted anything would come of it, it would remain between those involved. But fuck, I wished I could have punched him and have nothing come from it other than total satisfaction that the prick got what was coming to him. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to shake the thought of his smug face, trying not to get riled up again. “Management think she’s trouble.” Zayn spoke lowly. “I know they do.” I sighed, running my tongue across my teeth. “I’m working on it. The article about those pictures is out in the UK today. I think everyone can have… some sympathy there. Well, I hope so. I think people will understand how she actually feels about those pictures. That’s one step closer to them realising she’s not trouble at all. She’s actually… really sweet, y’know? I know she might not seem it, but-” “Nah, I can tell.” He nodded. “Once you get to know her… she’s not anything like what they make her out to be. She’s really nice, Harry. I kind of didn’t know what to expect when you said you had a girlfriend.” I laughed a little, chuckling to the floor as I thought about where Zayn’s mind may have gone when he thought about me having a girlfriend. Their views were skewered enough thanks to what happened with Kate, but as well as that, it was me. I avoided relationships, I avoided girls who wanted to relationships, the whole thing used to make me feel sick with fear and dread. I bet he thought I would show up with some girl who was clearly there for all the wrong reasons, on her part and mine. I was more than happy with how well they had all reacted to her. They all really liked her, and that meant a lot to me. “Besides,” I started. “Alex said he’s going to sort out some kind of behind the scenes thing for her when they do another video, so people can see what she’s actually like. If she wants to, that is.” “You care about her a lot, don’t you?” “You’re only just noticing?” I laughed. “I just never know what to expect from you, man.” He smiled. “I didn’t expect it myself to be honest, but she’s… I’m hooked on her.” Zayn quickly took me in for a tight hug, patting away at my back. I knew they were all happy I had found someone, that I had eventually met someone who made me happy, that I was no longer just flitting from one girl to the next, feeling nothing. I was grateful for her too. She made me feel something I didn’t think I would, something I thought maybe I could never feel. I had described her as a vision before, and I firmly stood by that comment. That was honestly how I saw her, this beam of burning light that had blinded me but made every other sense heighten. Her touch, her taste, her smell, the sound of her voice. I was infatuated with everything about her, and it was increasing with each passing moment. Zayn pulled away from me, giving me a firm nod. “I’m glad you’re alright.” He said. “I’m fine. M’gunna go speak to Louis, so I’ll see you later on.” We said our goodbyes swiftly before I left the room again, shutting his door behind me. I stood there in the hall for a second, not quite sure where my mind was as I thought about her. I often lost my train of thought when she crossed my mind. I moved along, next knocking on Louis’ door. “HOLD ON!” I heard from inside. I laughed and shook my head, hearing him stumble about inside as he dressed himself or something along those lines. Soon enough the door was swung open, Louis stood ahead of me looking absolutely exhausted. “Alright, angry boy.” He pestered, stepping aside and letting me in. I moved across his room, sitting in the chair beside the window and looking up to him with an apologetic smile. He rolled his eyes at me, going to sit on the end of his bed, waiting for me to speak. “I didn’t mean for last night to get so out of hand.” I mumbled. “I know you didn’t, but that guy was an arse. I chose to start on him, Harry, you don’t need to apologise.” “But if a story comes out, they’re going to pin it all on you!” I screeched. “You think that was managements idea?” He laughed. “You’re an idiot, Harry. That was totally my idea.” I looked to him with furrowed brows, wondering what he was talking about. He was amused by my baffled state, chuckling under his breath. “Louis?” I said firmly. “People aren’t going to believe some bullshit story about me starting a fight over a girl. The papers would lap that up if it was about you, it’s totally different with me. I have a girlfriend, they don’t attack me in the way they attack you. Of course it was my idea to take the fall.” It was big of him to do that for me. Even standing up to our management was a task in itself. Though what he said was true, it still said a lot to me that he would do that for me, that his name could be put in a bad light because I had lost my temper. “Why would you do that?” I asked. “Just makes sense, dunnit?” He shrugged. “Besides, I’ve never seen you as happy as when you’re with her. I don’t want management to fuck that up for you.” Sometimes I would forget how much I loved the boys. I would spend months with them constantly, and then on my breaks I just would feel like maybe I needed a break from them. I didn’t. They were my best mates, my brothers, the fact that I sometimes let that slip my mind was a quality within myself that I couldn’t stand. They had been there since I was sixteen, I had grown up and matured alongside them, and thanks to them. I was happy with the person I had become, and I literally had those four boys to thank for it. “Thanks, Louis.” I sighed. “Don’t mention it, man.” He smiled. “It’s not even worth dwelling on.” We both stood up, and I experienced my second hug of the day, having to lean down a little thanks to mine and Louis’ height difference. I told him once again how much I appreciated his actions, that I appreciated everything he had done for me and the other boys over the years. Louis was our rock, he had been ever since The X Factor days. There wouldn’t be a band without him, and we all knew it. He was the core of the group, the pull in the centre of us that made us work, the one who stood up for us when we really needed him to. So I continued to thank him, before stepping back outside into the hallway, sighing to myself. I moseyed back towards mine and Anna’s room, knowing that if she was still asleep I would finally want to wake her, beginning to miss her company already. She was my weakness. I figured this to be one of the biggest offenses and compliments. My Achilles Heel. She’d drawn me in with this initial idea that she was hard, dark, completely mysterious and utterly bewitching. But she was much softer than I had originally thought, kind and thoughtful and sweet and gentle. Dainty. I always thought of the word dainty when I thought of her. I wished she could have stayed, I wished there could have been some kind of convenience and ease with her tagging along for the rest of the European leg of the tour. But I knew it would only be just over two weeks after she left until I was back in the UK, back on home turf where she would be close to me. I couldn’t wait for it, to be honest. I quietly opened the door to see her still slumbering, the sheets tight around her body, like she was subconsciously gripping onto them, her fingers wrapped tight around the thick sheets. I wondered why that was, what part of her mind wanted to grip onto something, desperate to keep herself warm and comforted and safe. I wanted so much to be a source of happiness for her whilst she was in Paris with us. I had wanted to take her from the miserable state she’d been in and bring her some well-deserved happiness, but I felt like I’d done the exact opposite. She may have been good at covering it, but the truth was that Anna had been extremely sad of recent. Everything that had been going on was wearing her down. The articles about her that seemed to be getting more constant, the way she was perceived, the pictures that her ex decided he would share with the world. I really fucking prayed I would never have to meet him. I didn’t know what I would do. I crawled onto the bed, moving so that I was lying next to her, my belly flat against the top of the sheets, resting a hand under my chin, my elbow pressed to the sheets as I watched her for another couple of minutes. I was so incredibly fond of her, even without being able to see them, I knew my eyes twinkled a certain light whenever she was in my vision. I brushed at her cheek, stroking the back of my fingers over the soft skin. My heart thudded against its cage as she flustered. Even when she was asleep, my touch affected her body. Her grip loosened from the sheets, her lips changed their shape slightly, her skin became a little warmer and pinker, and she let out a heavy sigh. I am obsessed with this girl. I couldn’t control my lips as they edged closer to her, pecking her sweetly, but she still didn’t stir fully. “Anna.” I whispered gently. I ran a hand steadily through her hair, as she slowly began to wake.I loved seeing her in such a woozy state, caught between reality and her dreams. It prompted a certain memory, the time I had lifted her to bed, the evening after my mum had been around to visit me. I remembered it perfectly; watching her face intently, studying her reactions to me lifting her, how content she had looked. I knew that was the first time I ever thought she may have been special, the first time I ever felt my chest clench because of her. I remembered thinking fondly about the day I had spent with her, pondering over about how much I enjoyed hearing about her, how much she interested me. She left me a little speechless. I didn’t even know what I felt, I was baffled by her. That night, lifting her and pressing my lips to her forehead, I knew there was something between us. “Anna, wake up!” I smiled. Her lashes fluttered up, her blue eyes shining in the sunlight that beamed from outside. So beautiful. I didn’t even realise how wide I was grinning as she woke, her eyes looking onto my face as she shuffled, moving her woken body so she was comfortable. “Good morning.” I cooed. “Morning.” She groaned. “How are you feeling?” I asked, slightly concerned. “M’fine. M’good. I missed you.” She whispered. I moved to her again, taking her into a deep kiss, loving that she was awake to I could finally brush my tongue to hers. She took her small hands and ran one through the back of my hair, the other pushing to my cheek as I moved even closer to her, my body almost on top of hers as I pulled her closer to me. A thought suddenly crossed my mind that made me feel sick to the stomach, the fear forcing me bring the kiss to a bitter end, staring sadly down to her lips. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “Did I scare you?” “Wh-what?” “Did I scare you? Last night?” She kissed at the tip of my nose, making me hum in appreciation as I closed my eyes and let her comforts work their magic. “No, you didn’t scare me.” She reassured. “I know what I can get like, but… I never want to scare you, Anna.” “You didn’t. I’m glad you were there.” I moved to kiss her again, altering the sheets to reveal her beautiful body to me, swallowing the sides of her waist with my hands. She moved so she was on her side, lazily draping one leg over my hip as the front of our bodies pressed to one another. The more of her skin that was in contact with mine the better, I was always so desperate for her touch. I mumbled her name against her lips, almost like I was crying out to her, begging for there to be even more of her against me. I grabbed hold of one of her hands as we remained in a passionate embrace and made it so she was tracing down my back. She moaned appreciatively against my lisp. “I love it when you control me.” She grunted. I felt myself twitch, my dick beginning to rise for her. We had been with each other so many times, my feelings existed and grown for a few months, and I worried that as time went on maybe I would stop feeling so incredibly turned on by her and her being. But that wasn’t the case, I still thought she was the most sexual, stunning person I had ever encountered in my life. I was apprehensive our connection would falter, but it merely strengthened. All the fears that stopped me from wanting a relationship seemed non-existent thanks to her. All the things that I thought would make this difficult didn’t seem like issues. The only thing I hated was that I couldn’t constantly be with her. But the feeling I got when she got into the car the day before was indescribable, it was almost like it was worth missing her. “I love controlling you, Honey.” I spoke. “Tie me up.” She breathed. I cocked my brows and widened my eyes at her suggestion, bringing the kiss to an abrupt end, staring at her and waiting for her to speak again, just in case she had said it in the heat of the moment. I would never want to push her to do something she didn’t want to, because regardless of everything, she had such a beautiful sense of innocence about her. I was constantly surprising myself with how much I cared about her. “Honey?” “I want you to tie me up.” She said shyly. “Are you sure?” “Yes. I want you to tease me, and… and fuck me… and I want to want to touch you. But I want to be restricted.” I didn’t think I had ever wanted to pleasure her more than I did in that moment. I had never wanted her more. I was actually pretty sure I thought that every time the moment of us being together grew close, it always crossed my thoughts that I had never wanted her more. But hearing her speak like that, hearing her request that of me took me to another level. When she had first told me that she wanted me to be rough with her, she was so breathless and nervous. But this time around, she was slightly more confident about her request, and it was such a turn on. She bit her lip as she gazed up to me. “I’d do anything to please you.” I told her. And it was the truth. Anything she wanted, I would give to her. Anything she wanted. And she wanted me.

[hazzamylouworld-blog]

Who Has A Baby In Their Belly?

Louis wakes up with a start, stomach tumbling about uncomfortably. It's still dark out so he knows it's nowhere near time to get up. Harry sleeps soundly beside him, completely zonked out and oblivious to the world around him. Louis groans, pressing a hand to his stomach. He really doesn't want to throw up. He DETESTS throwing up. He will truly do anything to prevent it, really. Only right now..he's almost 99% sure throwing up is inevitable. The fact is proven when his stomach gives a warning grumble and sends a sickly burp up. He quickly stumbles out of bed, lurching toward the toilet. He throws up for a solid three minutes without slowing down. He's sure Harry will wake up soon with how loud he's being but when he finishes up, he doesn't see or hear any signs that the boy has awoken at all. He creeps back into the bed and is proven right when the boy only turns over in his sleep with a small grunt. And WELL. Louis is a bit offended. He's SURE he would've woken up if Harry were the one puking his guts out at 3 AM. He sighs, falling back into bed miserably with a sniffle. He turns on his side and attempts to fall back to sleep. And he would be asleep..if his stomach didn't toss about again, forcing him out of the comfort of his warm sheets and back into the brightly lit and cold bathroom. He throws up for another few minutes and stands up again, this time quite angrily. Because HARRY IS STILL SLEEPING. He growls and gets back into bed. Instead of lying back down, he grabs a pillow from behind him and slams it onto Harry's back. Harry groans and turns over with another grumble but continues snoozing. Louis' anger only bubbles more fiercely in his chest and he huffs, crossing his arms and gritting his teeth. Harry is mean. Harry is a mean, mean boy who only wants to sleep and not care that Louis is throwing up. Maybe next time he should aim for HIM instead of the toilet. But Louis is tired, he's so tired, far too tired to do anything but curl up beside the mean, mean boy and fall asleep. He's woken up again what feels like moments later by Harry moving about in bed. He sits up and sighs, cracking his back. Louis feels his hand on his back and grits his teeth in anger again. "I slept like a baby last night. I was knackered I guess. How did you sleep love?" He asks. And oh. OH. Louis is SO angry. "Me? How did I SLEEP? Well, I DIDN'T ACTUALLY. I've been throwing up all night. But you of course wouldn't know that because YOU SLEPT THROUGH THE WHOLE THING." Harry looks at him shocked and places a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Boo. I didn't even feel you get up." "FUCK YOU, HARRY! I was pouncing all over the place trying to get to the toilet." "Ok...I'm sorry, Boo....relax.." "RELAX? I've been throwing up and you want me to RELAX?" "Wha-YES. Because you've been sick! I don't want you feeling any worse. Why don't you lie down?" "I don't WANT to lie down." "Ok...what do you want to do?" "I want to eat." "Are you sure that's a good idea? Didn't you just get s-" "Oh so now you know everything about my health?" Harry rolls his eyes. "Whatever Louis. Do what you want. You're quite moody this morning." Louis' eyes bulge. How DARE Harry call him moody. "I'M NOT MOODY!!!!!!!" Louis follows Harry down the steps, huffing angrily all the way to the kitchen. "What do you want to eat?" "Eggs and bacon and toast." "Are you sure your stomach can handle that?" "STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS." "Ok LOUIS, relax!" "Did you just tell me to RELAX AGAIN?!" Harry rolls his eyes. "Sorry.." Harry fixes Louis eggs, toast, and bacon and sets it in front of him. "Aren't you going to eat?" Louis asks. "I don't really feel like eating that.." "Are you calling me fat?" Harry sighs. "No..I'm not calling you fat. I just don't want that this morning, is that ok with you?" "I don't care what you do." "Obviously you do." Harry mumbles. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" "NOTHING!" Louis takes one bite of his bacon and pushes it away with an unsettled look. "What's wrong?" Harry asks him, getting himself a glass of orange juice. "I don't feel good...I just....I thought that's what I wanted but now that I have it...I think I'm gonna be sick.." He pushes the plate away and rushes to the bathroom. Harry follows behind him quickly and rubs at his back as he vomits up the small bit of food he consumed. Louis stands back up and stumbles against Harry. "Woah babe. Are you alright?" "Dizzy..." Louis mumbles. "Oh love.." Harry pulls him to his chest and flushes the toilet behind his back before leading him back to bed. "I am moody today...m'sorry.." Louis mumbles, lip wobbling. "It's ok, Boo.." "No it's not. You're always so wonderful and I'm just moody and pukey." Harry laughs. "We all get that way sometimes, Lou. I'm sure you've just got a tummy bug. You should feel better tomorrow." - The thing is...Louis doesn't feel better tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next. The poor boy keeps throwing up and being dizzy and moody and all around miserable for a week. Harry finally turns to google as his only source to figure out what the hell is wrong with his husband. Because he can't call a doctor. Not yet at least. Because Louis Tomlinson HATES the doctor. And Harry is far too tired to deal with that tantrum. He's so exhausted lately and he knows it's from taking care of Louis but it doesn't make it any less hard to deal with. He really would just like to lie down and sleep for the next hundred years. But..he needs to know what's wrong with Louis. He types in his symptoms and nearly faints to the floor at the first and repetitively talked about reason. Pregnancy. He and Louis only switch positions every few months but he does remember one vague night when they were both drunk in Vegas. Louis' pregnant. He has to be. Nothing else is even listed. Harry shakes his head in shock and stands up from the chair he's in down in the living room. He walks up the steps much like he's walking to his own grave and knocks on the bedroom door. "Come in..." Louis mumbles miserably. Harry finds him at the toilet, head lying against the porcelain glass. "You're pregnant." "I'm...what?" "I googled your symptoms. It's the only thing that makes sense..you're pregnant, Louis." "I....but we've only done that once in-" "It only takes once. Lets set you up with a doctor." - The next morning, Louis wakes up and actually doesn't feel nauseous for once. He's surprised by it but his happiness about that fact is quickly overshadowed by his fear of the doctor and pregnancy. He never wanted to be the one to carry he and Harry's child. He's terrified. An emotion he clearly doesn't share with his other half who is still snoozing away next to him. He grits his teeth and hits Harry's bum. Harry mumbles out a sleepy "Huh?" To him which only angers him more. "GET UP, HARRY. I have to go to the doctors and I'm really terrified so if you could just sympathize with me for a moment that would be brilliant." Harry sits up and rubs at his eyes. "Sorry boo...m'just really tired.." Louis sighs. "It's fine..I'm just scared, Haz. I never wanted to be pregnant. That was something I wanted for you..." "I know, love but we've always wanted a child. Doesn't matter who carries it. I can carry the next, yeah?" Louis nods, but still feels nerves bubble in his stomach. He doesn't want to get fat. He doesn't want to go through labor. He wanted to watch Harry grow their child and feel the little kicks. The two get ready in silence and Louis bites his lip because he KNOWS, he KNOWS that deep down Harry wishes he was pregnant and not Louis. It's something he ALWAYS wanted. They make it to the doctors office just two minutes before their appointment. It turns out to be a good thing as they are quickly brought back and Louis is taken to the bathroom for a wee. While he and Harry wait for the results to come back from his urine, a doctor comes in and asks Louis about his symptoms. "But you haven't felt nauseated today?" "Not at all." "Well, perhaps you're further along than you think." The doctor smiles at him and Louis nods, trying his hardest not to cry. A nurse knocks on the door and the doctor steps out to speak with her. He comes back in looking confused. "What's wrong, doctor?" Louis asks, biting his lip nervously. "Your urine sample came back negative for pregnancy." "What? But I-" "I know. There's always a chance those can be wrong, so why don't we try an ultrasound and make sure something isn't wrong here. A negative test could mean the baby has-" "Please don't tell me that." The doctor nods. "I'll call the tech in." The doctor leaves and Louis bites his lip. "Harry, shit...I haven't felt sick at all today. What if...what if our baby died, Harry?" Harry rushes up to Louis and frowns. "Don't think like that lovely. It could be something else, you never know." Louis doesn't feel much better but Harry's warm hug does help a bit. The ultrasound tech comes in with her big fancy machine and smiles at Louis. "This will be cold, ok? I'm really sorry." "Ugh..." Harry moans suddenly from behind her, pressing a fist to his mouth. She frowns at him. "Is everything ok?" Harry nods before softly gagging and placing a hand to his stomach. "Harry?!" Louis asks in worry. "No...no sorry, I'm fine. I just...I got a strong whiff of some sort of cheese or something and dairy has smelt terrible to me lately...I'm sorry." The tech frowns at him and looks at Louis. "You're the pregnant one?" She asks, looking between Harry and Louis. "Um..they aren't sure..something could be wrong.." "Ugh..." Harry moans, "I'm really sorry but could I step out for a moment? I'm really not feeling well.." Louis' frown deepens. "But Harry, I need you!" "I'll be back, Lou I promise. I just...ugh I need to get away from that smell...ugh I'm not feeling well at all suddenly.." He steps out and the tech frowns. "I had queso for lunch. I'm not sure how he would smell that though." Louis shrugs, nerves swimming through his veins. She begins her exam and Harry steps back into the room, still looking rather pale with a hand plastered to his stomach. "Hmm..." She hums, pushing the device back and forth, "Well...there doesn't seem to be any signs of pregnancy here at all actually." Louis looks at her in confusion. "Really? But I've felt so awful lately..." "Your bowels do seem to be a bit inflamed...and you had a bit of a fever coming in..darling, I think you might've just had the stomach flu. It lasts a bit longer than a regular tummy bug." Louis' mouth drops and he bites his lip. Biting his lip doesn't help though and a fit of giggles fall from his lips. The tech begins laughing as well and the two are nearly in tears from laughter in seconds. The doctor even laughs coming in. Everyone but Harry. Because Harry still smells a strong scent of cheese and he feels so incredibly nauseous he's not sure what to do. He's clearly caught Louis' stomach flu but he's mortified to tell anyone. "Mr. Styles? Are you feeling ok? You look quite peaky..." The doctor says. Harry finally shakes his head. "I'm about to throw up if I have to smell cheese any longer..." The doctor stares at him in confusion. "Cheese?" He sniffs the air, "I don't smell that at all in here." The ultrasound tech taps him on the shoulder. "I had cheese for lunch nearly an hour ago." The doctor nods and turns to Harry with a knowing look. "Mr. Styles? Would you care to lie down on the table here?" "Um..for what?" "Louis isn't pregnant...but I think you might be." "What?" "The tech had cheese for lunch. I've only seen a sense of smell like that in pregnant patients." Harry's eyes bulge. "Do you really think I'm-" "How have you felt lately?" "A bit tired." "Felt sick to your stomach at all?" He shrugs. "Only when I smell any type of dairy. I don't dare try to eat it anymore but-" The doctor nods. "Why don't you lie down?" This time, the screen fills with a tiny twitching dot when the device is placed on Harry's tummy. And when the tech turns a knob, a loud heartbeat throbs through the room. "I'm pregnant..." "And I'm not..." Louis says, beaming down at Harry. "We're going to be dads.." "You certainly are, loves." The tech says. Harry smiles just before vomiting all over the room. Even then, neither boy can wipe the smiles off their faces. They certainly didn't except the diagnosis they got, but they got the diagnosis they always wanted. Louis' stomach flu is finally leaving him. And Harry's going to have a baby.

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One Direction Preference: Fireproof

One Direction Preference: Fireproof

   Niall: “I’m feeling something deep inside hotter than a Jetstream burning up. I got a feeling deep inside, and it’s taking, it’s taking all I’ve got.”

              Niall really didn’t want to mess this up. He had spent every day for the past week making sure that everything was going to be perfect. He had gotten a haircut, bought a new shirt, cleaned his flat, then cleaned his flat again. He had asked advice of nearly everyone that he knew, even took to reading some stuff online, not that he would admit that particular bit. He was a perfectionist, and that meant that every detail was going to be looked over and analyzed and done again until he got it right. It would make him feel less anxious in the end. This was important. After a couple months of getting to know each other as friends, he had finally plucked up the courage and asked you on a date, and you had said yes right away, much to his delight.

            You were something else. So fiercely beautiful that sometimes he wondered how you were real at all, and so fucking smart that even the times when he had no idea what you were talking about, he still knew that it had to be genius. You were opinionated and strong willed, and sweet.

            He didn’t know why he was so worried, you had always been easy to talk to, something that never really came easy for him before. Once he liked someone it was like a switch flipped to where he was no longer the carefree, happy guy always with a story to tell, but a meek, quiet guy who sometimes couldn’t find the words to say anything at all. But you had made it easy, made him feel like he was meant to hear every word you spoke, commit them to memory, forge them into his mind, and he did so gladly.

            People often wondered why he wasn’t seen with a significant other, or if he was just happy playing the field, but that wasn’t it at all. He just had expectations. Niall knew what he wanted out of the person that he was going to be with, and he knew that he couldn’t settle for anything less than that. He wanted someone who he could talk to, someone who he could depend on, someone who would let him help them, someone he could be there for, and laugh with. He wanted someone he could snuggle up too, someone who knew him like the back of their hand. He wanted someone that would scorch him. With others he had felt that companionable warmth of another person’s company, maybe sometimes a flash of heat with someone that he had wanted then, but not forever, but he wanted to burn up with it. He wanted to feel it deep inside, feel it hotter than a Jetstream burning up. And he was willing to give anything for it. Before, that meant that he would wait, he would wait for as long as it took to find that person that made his heart beat a little bit faster, and his mouth go dry and eyes wide, but now, it meant that everything had to be perfect.

            So, with a bouquet of wildflowers in his hands, and all sorts of butterflies in his stomach, he walked up to your door, and took a breath. He could hear you moving around inside after he knocked, and he smiled as he heard you move toward the door. He could do this, he thought, this could be it, if you both wanted it to be, and as the door opened and he saw your smiling face he knew that everything was going to be okay. It didn’t have to be perfect, love was a little messy anyways, it just had to be you. Because if he was with you, then he knew that everything was going to be alright.

Liam: “I think I’m going to lose my mind something deep inside me I can’t give up.”

            Normally a peaceful sleeper he had woken up with a start, jarring you enough to wake you out of your dream.

            Instantly turning over to flip on the light he had grabbed your hand, and pulled you back into him. Your head on his chest, you could feel the rate of his heart, erratic, scared. Shushing him, and pulling him impossibly closer to you, you waited until the beats slowed before you said anything.

            “Bad dream?” you ventured.

“Yeah,” he said with a breath. “Very bad.”

            “Do you want to tell me about it?” you asked, but he shook his head, no. Deciding to leave it up to him you allowed him to hold onto you, arms tight like you were about to float away from him at any moment. It was several minutes before you heard his voice again.

            “It was about you,” he said, sounding slightly embarrassed. You ran your hand across his shoulders as you sat up so that you could see him more clearly. Nudging your nose along his jaw line, you encouraged him to speak up. Whatever was bothering him you needed to know about it. You were a pair, and that meant when one of you needed something, the other was always there to help, no matter what, even if it was against a dream.

            “You, uh…you said some stuff to me. Bad stuff,” he clarified. “And I know it’s just in my head, but it feels like now it has lodged itself there, like I’m going to lose my mind.”

            Brushing his bangs to the side, you made him look you in the eyes.

“Tell me what I said, dream me always was a temperamental witch anyways.” I offered, trying to make him laugh.

            He softens a little, a smile pulling at the side of his mouth. “You just said some things that I always fear, things that I worry about you saying when my eyes are actually open, but the feeling that I had when I heard dream you say them, that was worse than anything I had imagined before. And there was no begging you, or negotiating, you were just gone. You wanted nothing to do with me anymore, and it felt…it felt like I was being torn in half.”

            “I don’t know,” he continues. “I mean I know that it was just a dream, and that none of it was real, and that as much as my imagination and doubt run wild, I know that you wouldn’t do such a thing, though I’m always kind of afraid that you will.”

            “Li,” you started, but he cut your assurances off. You silenced, letting him work this out for himself.

            A strong hand on your cheek, his thumb running along the lines of your lips, he was looking at you like you were some vision that might disappear at a moment’s notice, like you weren’t real, just another illusion that he would one day have to say goodbye too. But you weren’t going anywhere.

            “You have always been the one thing that I can’t give up, the one thing that I knew that if I didn’t have then nothing would ever be right again. It was like all that stuff before, all the people, all the success, all the losses, it was like none of that held any importance anymore as soon as I met you. And now, I’m not sure if I could ever part with you, and while rationally I know it’s just a dream, I just worry about losing the thing that has made me fireproof. You’ve made me invincible, love, as corny as that sounds, and I just… I just can’t imagine...”

            “And you’ll never have too,” you tell him. “I promise you that I’m not going anywhere, okay, because everything that you just told me, I feel the exact same. You don’t have to imagine, or think, or worry yourself with what if, because I will always be here when you need me. Always, babe.”

            And just like that it was like I could feel the relief wash over him, and everything just felt right.

            “Night, babe,”

“Goodnight.”

  Louis: “I think I’m going to win this time, riding on the wind and I won’t give up, I think I’m going to win this time, I’ll roll and I’ll roll til I change my luck, yeah I’ll roll and I’ll roll until I change my luck.”

              You could say a lot of things about Louis Tomlinson, but you couldn’t call him a quitter. That kid could get knocked down by a guy three times bigger than him, have every media outlet in the world breathing down his neck, lose all his money, friends, connections, everything, and he would still get back up, fists in the air, prepared to fight back. If I ever needed someone to have my back, I would want it to be him. He was like a compulsive gambler with an unlimited supply of things to put up for grabs because he didn’t care what got taken, or if he had to play in the back rooms of shady bar rooms or if he was playing in the world series because to him it was inevitable. Each roll could be the winning one, each one could be the one that could change his luck.

            It didn’t matter that the girl who he had loved for years turned into the one that cheated and broke his heart, it didn’t matter that one night led to a lifetime, it didn’t matter that no one cared to see him beyond the “things” that he had, or anything at all about the image that he worked so hard to perfect for himself. It didn’t matter, none of those things mattered because as far as he was concerned he always had his fail safe, and that was you. No, you weren’t always there, the patient best friend that sat by while he fucked random girls whose names he wouldn’t remember the next day, or the friend with benefits who he kept on a tight chain, no, you were nothing more than a hope. You were his optimism, the thing that changed “it is what it is” into something more. You were all the luck he needed, the only reason he ever conjured as to why each time that fucker knocked him down, each time he would put his foot in his mouth, or each time he had to let go of fake people, or feel the sting of his bad decisions that he always got up, and took out a few teeth of his own. He was also the one who you wanted at your back, the one who didn’t take any shit from anyone, the one who always supported you, and would do anything in his power to make sure that you were always on top. You were the first priority and the prize, always. He was your fighter, your undisputable champion, even if he didn’t always feel like it, and he knew that the fate of his changing luck was always just one dice roll away.

Harry: “It’s been so long, it’s been so long, we must be fireproof. Cause nobody saves me baby the way you do. Cause nobody loves you baby the way I do.”  

              This was always the part that you hated, and honestly, kind of the part that you were obsessed with. One more rumor, one more unflattering picture of the two of you splattered across every magazine in the world, and yet, you couldn’t care less. It was said that he had been caught out with someone else this past weekend when the truth was he had been helping you nurse a nagging cold that just wouldn’t go away. You had told him that you were fine, that he could go out, back to his place, but in true Harry fashion he had refused to leave your side. He liked taking care of you, and since you rarely let him, it was one of the times that he was going to take full advantage of it. So, apparently while he was out partying, and flirting with other people, a clone of your very lovely boyfriend was giving you very nice foot rubs and running you hot baths to help “clean out your sinuses”.

            You were better now, but the damage had already been done. He was a glorified mess when you came over that night. He was always so worried, and while he never actually said it out loud, you knew that he was worried that you would give it all up one day, but how could you? Let them say what they wanted because while they were concerned with selling a story you knew the truth about those big, steady hands, sweet laurel leaves, and all those stories about the “good old days”. You knew that one day they would get bored with you two, happy couples don’t exactly make for headlines, and while he was big now, known for that face and that voice, everything that they cared about was temporary, but what you had, now, that was fireproof. Laying together that night, his head on your chest he had asked you if you knew. He asked if you knew, honestly knew, that you were the only one for him, the only one capable of saving him, the only one he ever wanted to love like this, because no one would love you like he did, and no one could make him feel so loved, so good, there was nothing like you. And of course, you had answered that you did know. Of course you did. It had been so long, so long, but you wanted more, and nothing was going to force you to give him up. You wanted that immoveable force that was true love, and when you looked down at him, you knew that it was right there, everything that you ever wanted, and while the press and the rest of the world only cared about the temporary you knew you were in it for the long haul. You were in it for the same steady hands holding yours when you were shaking and nervous when you got married, and you were in it for that raspy voice that yeah, might change overtime, but would still always just be him, and you were in it for that heart that always took care of you, and those eyes that always marked you as the most important person in the room, hell, in any room, and you were in it for forever. Fireproof.

 A/N I can't remember if this is already up, but I'm clearing out my ideas folder, so here it is.