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Flat 302

Harry’s voice was bright, cheerful. “I’m making pancakes. Just calling to see if you’ll be home anytime soon.” Louis hesitated, glancing back at the bedroom. “Oh, no! Shit, I’ll probably have to run and help you, then.” “What? What are you doing?” Harry laughed. “You have a fever, too?” Harry’s laughter grew even louder. “You busy today? We could do something, just us two, before the boys get back.”  Louis turned his back to the bedroom door to hide his smirk. “Oh no, that’s awful. Yeah, I’ll stop by the pharmacy and grab you some medicine.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Harry’s laughter rang through the phone.  “I’ll be there in a sec! Try not to die!” “I’ll do my best for you, Lou,” Harry played along, and Louis was certain he could hear the smile in his voice. With a guilty little grimace, Louis headed back to the bedroom, grabbing his clothes from the chair and pulling them on. Danielle watched him, brows furrowed.  “Is everything okay?” she asked.  “Sorry, love, I’ve got to go. Harry’s not feeling well. He’s all alone, I need to check on him.” He shrugged on his jacket, leaning over the bed to kiss her. “Damn Harry.”  “He’s alone? Where’s his boyfriend?” she asked, eyes wide with concern.  “He just left. And he’s not his boyfriend.”  Louis practically ran out of Danielle’s flat, a wicked grin plastered across his face. The moment he stepped inside, the warm, sweet scent drifting from the kitchen made his entire body relax. “It smells amazing in here,” Louis groaned, closing his eyes for a second. “I know, right?” Harry said, both dimples showing as he watched Louis hop onto the counter. “Don’t sit there. That’s where I cook.” Louis shrugged. “My arse is clean.” “ Louis .” “Alright, alright, Sir Orders-a-Lot.” He slid off the counter, eyeing Harry. “Where’s Bradley?”  If Harry noticed the way Louis said his name, he chose to ignore it. “He left as soon as we woke up.” Louis gasped dramatically. “No cuddling? That’s just cruel.” Harry paused mid-motion. “Did you cuddle today?” “That’s… not the point,” Louis said, grinning. “And no, I didn’t.” “That’s what I thought.” Harry smirked knowingly. “Can you grab the berries from the fridge?” “Yes, sir.” Louis pulled open the fridge.

“Mum,” Louis warned, exasperated. “He… cleans my stuff. I don’t ask him to. He just goes around organising everything like the control freak he is. And then I can’t find my things. Last week, I found my headphones in the drawer.”

“Oh my God! The drawer. How awful!” she mocked, eyes twinkling.

“You don’t get it. He does it to control me. So I feel guilty. I’m telling you, he’s evil.” on ao3 by @ crissyfleur

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It has sooo many fight scenes😩😩 im tired of reading em. Idek how to react bcoz its so close to what a real relationship looks like😭 im so exhausted just reading those scenes😭

(They got depth alright)

Soooo.... We're all collectively reading flat 302? And watching them be blind and make dumb decisions??😭😭

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Ohh thannk godd it didn't 😭🙌🏼 love this fic

Soooo.... We're all collectively reading flat 302? And watching them be blind and make dumb decisions??😭😭

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Oookaayyyyy..... Now i am not liking this particular chapter so much😀😀😀 hopefully the plotline doesn't continue 😭

Soooo.... We're all collectively reading flat 302? And watching them be blind and make dumb decisions??😭😭

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Soooo.... We're all collectively reading flat 302? And watching them be blind and make dumb decisions??😭😭

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please remain on the line

“Thanks for calling customer service, this is Louis, who am I speaking with today?” Harry barely held back a giddy laugh. This was so stupid. “ Hiiiii .” A pause. Then, a groan. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Harry kicked his bare feet up onto his coffee table, pushing aside a stack of magazines as his empty mug rattled. “Wow. That’s a warm welcome. Is that part of your training?” Louis sighed heavily but Harry could hear the smile in his tone. “What is it this time, Gutless? Forget your pin again?” Harry smirked at the nickname but chose to ignore it. “No, I got locked out of my account. Was just about to do some very important online banking and poof ,” he gesticulated in the air to no one, “access denied.” Louis hummed, the sound full of suspicion. “ Mhm . And how exactly did that happen?” “Technical difficulties, I guess,” Harry sighed dramatically. “It says here that you were locked out due to ‘excessive failed security question attempts. ’” Harry pressed his lips together. “Weird.” “Do you often spend your Saturday nights pretending to be financially responsible, or is this just a result of your dating hiatus?”

“If I did get locked out again— hypothetically , of course—what’s your work schedule?” Silence. Then, a soft, breathy laugh. “You’re an absolute lunatic.” on ao3 by @fckingfreakshow

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trusting things beyond mistake

"How does it feel?" he asks Louis abruptly over breakfast. He cringes as Louis looks up from his toast. "How does what feel?" "You know, um…" Harry isn't sure how he wants to mime "getting fucked in the arse," so he flails his hands around for a little bit trying to get his message across. Niall snorts into his orange juice. "Having a cock up my arse, is that it?" Louis asks, the start of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Harry splutters into his cereal. Louis frowns. "That IS what you meant, yes?" Harry nods, and the older boy looks pensive for a few moments. "I've heard it's like taking a really big shit and then shoving it back in. Y'know, in a loop," Zayn supplies helpfully. "Lovely breakfast conversation," remarks Liam.

He. Drops. The. Key. on ao3 by @ sarcasticfluentry

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Play Pretend, Find a Friend?

He worked up a rhythm and then opened his mouth and belted out, in the most exaggerated moan he could manage, “Ohh, Harry… ” Harry’s jaw dropped to the floor. He looked horrified. “What are you doing?” he hissed. “Making it seem like we’re actually fucking,” Louis replied, jumping to the other side of the bed. He moaned again, louder this time to hide a laugh, when he tried grabbing Harry’s arms and pulling him up to the bed. “C’mon, join me.” “Oh my god,” Harry groaned, exasperated. It was a real reaction to Louis’ antics, not an intentional moan, but Louis smiled wider and encouraged more. “Yeah, just like that, that was so good. Do that again.” “What, no, that wasn’t-” Harry sighed. “You’ve literally lost your mind." “C’mon, you’ve gotta contribute,” Louis teased. “Otherwise it’s like I’m doing all the work.” Harry rolled his eyes and smacked his hand against the headboard, a surprisingly accurate sound. Louis nodded in encouragement. Then Harry tipped his head back and groaned, low and deep and raspy. The sound rang through the air and vibrated under Louis’ skin. Holy shit. Louis jumped harder to distract himself. “Oh, Harry… Ohh, Harry! Don’t stop!” he screamed, muffling the sound into his palm as if he were biting down on something, or burying his face in Harry’s shoulder. Mostly, it was just to hide the crazy grin on his face. “Fuck, ohh, fuck yes…” “Oh my god, okay, we have to wait at least three more songs.”

“Hi,” he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. “Sorry. Is this okay?”

The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis’ waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, “Definitely.” And then he kissed harder. by @angelichl on ao3

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Dull Light, Sharp Edges

"You lied to me," Louis doesn't look surprised. "I know." "You told me Greenwood had space." "They did," Louis replies, automatically. Then, with a sigh, "They emailed to say it fell through. I just didn't tell you." Harry narrows his eyes. "Why?" Louis runs a hand through his hair, damp from the snow. "I just... couldn't. It was already feeling too much. Being here, taking up your space, eating your food, using your water, your heating—" "So you were gonna freeze instead?" "I was gonna figure it out." "Alone?" Harry asks, voice rising. "You were going to figure it out alone?" "That's what I've always done, Haz." "You don't have to anymore," Harry says. "That's the point, Louis. You could've stayed. You should have stayed." "I couldn't." "Why?" Louis doesn't answer. Harry feels the frustration rise up like bile. "Is it me? Did I do something? Say something? Is it—do you just not want me? Was this just a temporary thing for you?" Louis looks up sharply, eyes wide. "No." "Then what the fuck is it?" Louis throws his hands out. "Because I didn't want to need you this much, alright?"....."Because I do need you. And that terrifies me. I've been on my own for so long that letting someone help me feels like I'm giving up a piece of myself I don't know how to get back. And I didn't want to stay here and start feeling like it was mine when it's not."

"Well it's not, Louis!" he shouts, his voice cracking apart. "It's fucking hard here as well! You think this flat makes me happy? That money means anything when I come home and sit in silence? Before I met you, I'd never felt so fucking alone!" by @ finelinefeelings on ao3

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honestly....am unable to do justice to this fic, can't really show the emotions it brought out. its soft and very very realistic in the sense it might break you. soft and sad love.

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love will tear us apart

"Excellent choice. Did you know I was in a Grease school performance when I was seventeen? I played the lead" "How would I know?" "Because you're such a fan" Louis grins leaning closer. "You secretly know every one of my songs" "I don't" Harry says stubbornly, staring a the screen. "Where was I born?" Louis asks, eyes fixed on Harry. "I don't know" Harry shrugs, lifting the cup to his lips. "Doncaster" He mumbles into it. "I fucking knew it" Louis grins, handing Harry ten pounds. "What's your favourite song?" "May I watch the movie?" Harry asks and Louis only snickers, nodding kindly. "It's Once In a Lifetime" "Hm" Louis says, raising his cup to his lips. "Could've guessed that" "Maybe don't let it break your heart" Harry wonders out loud and Louis smiles at him, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"Now we choose our players" "Alright but" Harry starts. "I can break the rules right?" "No" Louis says, "Of course not" "But" Harry looks exasperated, falling back against the couch. "I'm the crown prince of England" He whines. on ao3 by @ ilove1dbro28

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Rendezvous

He's just going to let him enjoy his date, that's what. He's going to let Harry have this one, feel a bit better about himself, take part in a nice session of heterosexual sex, whatever that is. Louis' an adult. Yes, sir. Louis knows when it's time to stop. He also knows it's silly, the nasty feeling gripping his chest, when miss what's-her-name grabs Harry's hand, bats her probably fake eyelashes at him, gives him the unmistakable bedroom eyes. He's right behind him before he knows it, her gaze confused to say the least, stuck right to Louis' face. Harry still has no idea what's happening, sweet boy, he gently pulls on her hand as if wanting to know what's going through her mind. Enter Louis Tomlinson. He bends over the booth, arms thrown loosely around Harry's shoulders. He feels Harry tense up, sees him drop miss whatever's hand like it's on fire. "Harry, honey?" he says, loud enough for her to catch. "You said you'd be done at ten, remember?" Harry doesn't even turn around. He doesn't even try to escape Louis' grip, has the nerve to let him nuzzle into his neck while "Don't mind him." he explains. "He's just kidding." "Friend of yours?" miss better-luck-next-time wonders, looking a little too uncomfortable. "Life partner." Louis corrects. "But don't worry." he smiles. "We're open to adventures." Miss thing has had enough. "He doesn't mean it!" Harry insists, attempting to get up. Louis doesn't think so. "We're friends." Harry groans. "If that." "If that?" Louis shrieks into his ear. When he sits in Harry's lap and sips on his cocktail, she's long gone. "If that." Louis repeats, outraged. "Some friend, you are."

"I don't need to meet people." he hisses. "I need you to stop scaring away the ones I have a shot with." on ao3 by speechless

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You, every night.

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Thank you fic writers for taking the time to create beautiful stories, plots, tropes, universes all for free thank you for creating a place we can go to distract ourselves from...everything going on in the world. For a little while we can live in a universe where our problems don't exist. I'm forever grateful for you!!! 💖💖💖

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California Sold

“Are you sure you’re supposed to be hugging me with all these people here?” he asks uncertainly. The hug, Harry’s hands on the small of his back, feels slightly on the edge of romantic, and there is a man staring at them with a pen in a tight grip. “Nora told me to,” Harry murmurs in his ear. Louis opens his mouth, but doesn’t say anything. Oh. “I was supposed to keep my hands near your arse.” Louis almost chokes. Harry chuckles. “Just hold me a few more seconds, and then let me go back to the sofa.” “Did she plan all this?” he squeaks quietly. It seems a bit ridiculous that she told Harry exactly what to do with his hands. As disturbing as it seems, though, it’s suggested how very real it is when Harry nods, continuing. “You’re supposed to look longingly after me.” Louis cackles loudly at that, leaning back until he is faced with Harry’s grin, a few centimetres between them. He can see people looking at them, but he refuses to blush from how closely they are standing while the strangers watch. “This is ridiculous,” he says, trying to gain some composure. “It is,” Harry grins. “Now I’m gonna squeeze your waist, and then you’ll give me heart eyes while I walk away.” “Will do,” Louis snickers back, and then Harry’s big paws are hugging his hips, fingertips almost digging into the top of his arse. Louis’ stomach jumps, which in turn makes him blink in confusion as he isn’t even ticklish in that spot. His skin prickles strangely, but he doesn’t have time to look if they opened a window or something before Harry strolls away, swaying his little hips exaggeratedly. Louis takes a deep breath, crosses his arms, and stares at him in a way that he hopes exudes ‘hearts, puppies, and marry me’

“Hairy nipples,” he murmurs sensually, and Harry can hold it together for exactly a second before he breaks. Louis’ stomach flutters at the sound of his loud laugh, and it feels bloody fantastic to hear it this brightly after these dull couple of days. on ao3 by @isthatyoularry

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don't know if i could ever go without

“You’re not escaping this contract,” Louis fires back, giving up before he continues to embarrass himself. “Say please,” Harry requests, turning around and staring at Louis expectantly. Up close, Louis is forced to look up, otherwise, all he can see is the expanse of his neck, leading down to his chest, always exposed because he refuses to button his shirt more than halfway. “No,” Louis sniffs, drifting out of his thoughts to hand him a pen. “My hand hurts,” Harry says. “Sign it for me.” Holding back a scream, Louis says, “That is forgery. I have no business going to jail because of you.” “I would bail you out,” he states earnestly. “I’d officially have a record, Mr. Styles.” Harry makes a distressed face at the formal use of his name. “I’d expunge your record.” “You have no power over that. Stop stalling.” Louis grabs Harry’s wrist and wraps his hand around the pen. Hands him the contact. He takes both with a long-suffered expression. “Your hand is really small,” Harry notes, thoroughly amused when Louis purses his lips impatiently. “Okay, I'm signing.”

“If only you were this courteous when I ask you to do your job,” Louis points out, walking towards the door to head back to his desk. “Always,” Harry calls back out. “I’m a gentleman, Louis.” a one shot office romance by @lovehl on ao3

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Burn

"So let me get this right, a mysterious bike of unknown make or model driven by two riders both dressed in black and who didn't call the emergency services so we are unable to verify their presence at the scene also disappeared into thin air afterwards before the emergency services arrived” “Erm…yes” Louis nodded “With no other witness to corroborate, your story seems somewhat convenient do you not think?” “..but Harry…erm Mr Styles will?” The officers who was filming shook his head slightly at Louis mention of Harry, Louis was confused to what that might mean. “You also say you arrived at the scene after the collision but the damage on your car is on your rear right hand side, are you saying that Mr Styles’ car was behind you or in front of you?” “Erm.. well both, behind at first then erm.. in front, his car didn’t crash when we bumped he just hit me earlier when he was trying to get away” Louis could feel beads of sweat on his forehead, even though he was telling the truth he was listening to his own words sounding ridiculous. “So when Mr Styles hit your car, you didn’t stop or call the police to report it?” “No, erm….it’s an old car, I just wanted to get home, it was dark, I…erm” “Thats a lot of erm’s in your statement Mr Tomlinson” “Im telling the truth” Louis whispered

Burn by @jooles999 on ao3.

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(honest opinon/feedback: firstly, thank you to jooles999 for recommending this story. I enjoyed the strong start, with well-detailed events leading to the hospital and the tension around Louis being wrongly accused. However, the relationship progression between Harry and Louis seemed rushed, given the trauma they’d just experienced. Going from the accident to mutual confessions and moving in together within two days felt a bit unrealistic. Slowing down their development could have made their connection feel more natural. That said, I admire the effort and creativity you put into this!)