"Lou.. Not here?" Harry pulled off with a gasp. "There are people in the next room. What if they hear us?" "Then I guess you'll just have to be quiet, won't you, love?" Louis winked. It's Harry's birthday and Louis wants to make it a birthday he won't forget. Louis is an art student, Harry is his boyfriend and muse. I...
written for this prompt: "louis knows Harry gets handsy when he's drunk, but that doesn't stop him from showing harry who he belongs to." or the one where harry dances with other men and a jealous louis reminds him he's the only one who can make him come completely apart. I did not write this. All credits go to styles...
Not much can happen in a boring fourteen-hour flight, unless you're Harry Styles and you're sitting next to Louis Tomlinson. I did not write this. All credits go to morningvisions on ao3.
Harry is a writer at Sugarscape with a not so secret crush on BBC actor Louis Tomlinson. I did not write this. All credits go to livingbetweenthetimes on ao3.
It's engrained into him, nothing else matters, protecting Harry at all costs is what pumps his heart and floods his veins. It's just, he didn't count on the one thing Harry would need protecting from would be himself. (Harry and Louis are in love, and they are probably soul mates. They just can't be bond mates because...
Louis comes home to find Harry already way too eagerly waiting for him. I did not write this. All credits go to imnotmadeofeyes on ao3.
Harry is a slutty yoga teacher with his sights set on Louis and Louis wants to pull that long hair of his while he fucks him really hard from behind. I did not write this. All credits go to stylescantstop on ao3.
At first Louis thought it was cute.. It was just a reminder of how young Harry really was. Even the second time, it didn't bother him so much. But once it was happening consistently, Louis knew something needed to be done. I did not write this. All credits go to orphan_account on ao3.
"So, tell me what you want?" The younger boy demanded, and Louis' mind filled with inappropriate images of Harry. Everything to do with Harry. "I..." He couldn't think. Could barely breathe, and his dick was so fucking hard in his track pants he didn't know why Harry wasn't pointing it out. "You...have to do whatever...
"What the actual fuck, Lou?" Zayn hisses. "What?" Louis asks innocently. "You didn't tell me you had a sugar daddy!" "He's not my sugar daddy!" "He's a good ten years older than you and makes a ton of money and probably buys you everything you want." "Maybe, but that's beside the point." (Or the one where Louis has a...
"You didn't deny thinking about me while watching porn either, though." Harry smiled and brushed his curls to the side before leaning over the desk so he was closer to Louis. "Do you stroke your big cock to those corny student teacher porn videos? Do you get mad when you watch? Because god, it's so fucking cheesy. But...
Harry and Louis re-enact a porn. I did not write this. All credits go to dancingontheceiling and Scrufflecake on ao3.
Louis and Harry bang it out in the dressing room after performing "18" and "No Control" for the first time at OTRA Brussels. I did not write this. All credits go to dancingontheceiling on ao3.
Harry's excited and nervous about wearing makeup for the first time publicly. louis is his supportive makeup artist. I did not write this. All credits go to soldouthaz on ao3.
Just like everyone else, Louis has a few habits that he can't seem to break. Guilty pleasures, rather. His nails are perpetually short because he can't quit biting them, the bottom of his shoes scuffed from tapping his foot constantly. Sometimes his leg gets a cramp from bouncing it so often underneath his desk. That...
And it's bad enough that he's trapped in the library during a storm, but it's infinitely worse that he's stuck in the library during a storm with his teammate and sworn enemy - Harry Styles. I did not write this. All credits go to soldouthaz on ao3.
"I just want to sleep," he croaks, hands twisted in the front of Louis' shirt, "S'all I want, Lou, I just want to be able to sleep." "I know," he says, stroking Harry's hair and shushing him. And he's still worn out, mind heavy from the turmoil of his failure, but Louis never fails to make him feel better. He rests hi...
Harry's tired of being interviewed by people that only care about the same pointless gossip. Louis is a nice change of pace. I did not write this. All credits go to soldouthaz on ao3.
Being around Harry is always exciting. Louis swears he's always discovering new things that he's never felt before when he's around him. He gets a shiver down his spine when Harry puts his hand on his lower back, an unexplainable warmness when he presses a deep kiss to the skin of Louis' cheek. His heart feels like it...