#louis tomlinson x famous!reader

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Music To My Heart

Summary: YN and Louis meet at her bands London concert, when he takes his sisters to see their favourite singers. Does one night at the O2 turn into the a lifetime of love? This is Louis and YN’s story.

Faceclaim: Jade Thirlwall

COMING SOON

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Harry Styles Wattpad Fan Fiction Recs

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

Click for the full reading list

Breaking The Ice by sarbearfive

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

Spotlight by Kiwiharryy

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

Rising Stars by tpwk1d00

Two famous singers fall in love

PRETEND by alittleloveeee

Another enemies to lovers where they're actors

Scandal by angelsvol6

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

Assumptions by sugarpaperactuallyx

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

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Family Values

a/n: Louis and Harry are baby girl in this

summary: what happens when your family questions your love

It all started in 2011….

“Lou this is about to be the biggest project we’ve worked on.”

You were a family friend of Lou’s and even though she was almost 11 years older than you, you were like sisters and both pursued your careers in hair styling.

“I know but we can’t let them know that. Just act like they are the least of our problems.”

The two girls heard crashing footsteps and the door bursting open. “Are we in the right place?” the first boy asked. “Where supposed to be getting our hair done.”

“Yeah you're in the right place. Come sit.”

“I'm Harry and this Louis.”

“Y/N.”

Through the following years you grew close to all of the boys, but especially Harry and Louis and everyone saw it. It was never spoken upon, just glances between the three of you never going unnoticed. It wasn't until the band went on ‘break’ did conversations start to arise.

“Do you want us the way we want you?”

You knew the ‘larry’ subject was a sensitive topic, purely because management wouldn't allow it. You never understood how they could try and prevent these two wonderful souls from loving who they wanted. 

“We can’t make anything official yet, but I promise, when the time is right.”

Now 5 years after the break, you Louis and Harry were in a committed relationship. You were all doing your own things as of right now. Harry had just started his second tour and Louis was a year into his tour. You were now a designer for Dior.  Before you went official, you would head back home for the holidays to see everyone in your family, reunite and be a ‘proper’ family. But now, it was like walking on eggshells. It wasn't that your family didn't ‘like’ the boys per say. It was the simple fact that there were two of them. You were immune to the questioning glances when one of you would give another or both a kiss, but this Christmas was a whole different story.

You were all sitting around in the large living area of your parents house. The fire was crackling and snow was falling outside, it was the perfect picturesque christmas, until your mother decided to speak up. “You know I used to not understand why you had to pick two boys, but I guess it's so that you can have more children. Maybe they'll have some more common sense, At least you picked two successful boys.'' She laughed quietly at her ‘joke’ and while the majority of your family snickered with her, you, Louis, Harry, and Lou whose family was also there, weren't. “Excuse me, what did you say!?” you were pretty level headed, never one snap when someone attacked you, you simply shrugged it off or spoke to them calmly so as to not escalate the situation anymore.

But this outburst made every mouth close, you were sure you could hear a pin drop. “For one, they have names, Harry and Louis, so stop pretending like you don’t know them. I truly can't believe you, say all you want about me, but keep them out of your mouth. They are nothing but kind to you, they bring you flowers and gifts every time they come, or when Lou and I visit when they can't. What is truly so different in our relationship than you and Pa's? What if there's an extra person? We love each other, just like you and dad. We cherish, and adore, and respect, and make each other the best versions of ourselves, just like you and dad.” you weren't crying. You thought that if this day ever came you would. But you all saw it coming. You had told the boys every time you visited they didn't have to come because something always happened. But they persisted.

“Seriously, y/n. You couldn't have just picked one, the one without the kid.” any hint of the Y/N they knew before was gone, all you saw was red looking at your father. “I cannot believe you just said that. Louis is the best father I know. Way better than you. I don't know what is going through your sick and twisted minds, but we won't be around to find out. We have been nothing but kind and understanding of the difference of our relationship and how it might affect others, but - god- i cannot believe this is what it turned out to be.”

You worked your way out the living area and towards the front where everyone's bags were, wondering why Harry, Louis, and Lou were still in there.

Both boys stood up after you stormed out the room and decided now was the best time to speak. “You may not like our relationship with your daughter, or niece, or cousin, whoever she is to you; but that should never get in the way of your relationship with her.” Harry spoke as he grabbed Louis' shaky hand. “We ask her to come, to try and show you that we can become a family. Never again try to contact her, or any of us. And never again, do I want to hear you say anything about Louis and his fatherhood.” He knew if he said more he would never stop. He looked at Lou who seemed ready to go and walked out to where he knew you would be.

The drive to the hotel after dropping Lou off was quiet, as was the journey up to the room. It was only when they were in the confines of the hotel room did you start to cry. Two warm bodies caught you as you sank to the floor. “I'm sorry,” you repeated over and over again. You wished you could wash away the words your parents spoke to them. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” Louis kissed the top of your head to seal in his words. “Their actions and words do not define you. We love you.” Harry knew exactly what you were thinking. Louis' phone started ringing and when he checked it, it was Liam. They had given Freddy to Liam while they were away as his mom was no longer in the picture.

“I'll call him back later, it's okay.” but you shook your head and wiped your tears. “Answer. It might be Freddy.'' When he clicked accept on the facetime call you saw Freddy closest to the screen and Liam and his son, Bear, behind him. “Hi lad.” The instant joy that was in his voice as he saw his son made you smile and you and Harry quickly moved into frame. “ hi love.” you smiled and waved watching freddy almost drop the phone but Liam catching it. “Who is that Freddy? Say hi.”

“Hi mumma.”

And it seemed everyone froze. You watched Liam do a double take, Harry's arm squeezing your waist a little tighter, and Louis, who had tears in his eyes. The three of you had always talked about what you and Harry would be to Freddy as your relationship blossomed around the time he was born. Freddy had already been calling Harry, Papa H or H, which he had you to blame for calling him that one time as a joke. But he had never said anything about you. 

You all figured it was because he did have his mom until he no longer needed her and she left the picture. You came to realize that Freddys brain was now recognizing you as mom because you were a constant in his life. Or he was just confused.

“Hi Freddy. What are you doing?” you moved on as if nothing happened simply taking it as a slip up. “We're drawing.” His mixed accent of Louis and you and Harry made you smile. “What are you drawing lad?” It was Harry's turn to get over his initial shock. You watched as Liam told Freddy to get his drawing as he looked at the camera with a look you all picked up on as ‘what the fuck?’ Freddy came back into frame with his picture.

He started pointing out who was who and when he got to the brown skinned stick figure (which made you chuckle) he said it again. “And that mumma.” This time everyone knew it wasn't an accident. “That's your mum lad?” Liam asked, still seeing you three in shock. “Yeah, that's Y/N. She's mummy cause I love her and she loves me.” you practically melted and smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.

When the call ended you made Harry and Louis pack their stuff as you wanted to go home and cuddle with your family. And that you did. When Liam opened his door a day later Freddy came running into your arms.

[merrybloomwrites]

Louis Tomlinson - Mark Me

Summary: You and Louis spend a night together, making sure to leave some signs to show your devotion to one another.

Word Count: 636

CW: smut, p-in-v sex, hickies

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Nothing gets you worked up quite like seeing your boyfriend succeed in being every bit of the famous rockstar you always knew he’d be. 

Too many nights have ended with the two of you locked away in the back of the tour bus, trying to stay quiet so as to not annoy the rest of Louis’ band. Something about watching him on stage always got to you. 

Nights in a hotel are a special treat during tour, and you and Louis always make the most of it. Tonight is no different. 

You’d left the venue the second the show ended, not wanting to waste a moment of privacy that you so rarely have. Luckily it’s a quick drive. The sweat glistening on his tan skin, his post concert aura, Louis’ overall confidence, all of it is too much for you to handle. He sees the look on your face, knows how desperate you are, and simply smirks. His arrogance only riles you up more. 

“When we get to the room,” he whispers, “I want you to undress, and lay on the bed. Understood?”

You simply nod to reply, not trusting yourself to speak at the moment. You move on autopilot at the hotel, following the directions Louis had given you.

“So beautiful,” he says when he sees you laid out on the bed, not a stitch of clothing on your body. You blush at the compliment, and he smiles wider at how bashful you are. 

“Your skin is so perfect, just a little canvas for me.” He continues. “Maybe I should decorate it, hmm? Leave behind some marks to show the world you’re mine?” 

“Yes, please, please Louis. Please mark me. Show everyone I belong to you,” you breathlessly reply. It’s been awhile since he’s been so possessive, and you’ve missed having these visible reminders. You love when he gets like this, and you can see the proof of his devotion for you every time you see his marks littering your skin.

“Well if that’s what my baby wants, that’s what she’ll get.”

He starts at your thighs, sucking bruises in places where only you will see. You gasp at him so close to your center, and wiggle your hips to entice him to give you some relief, but he has a goal to meet so he ignores your unspoken request. 

He continues to press kisses up your body, sucking more marks onto your torso and breasts. These ones are also just for you.

But then he gets to your neck. He tries not to go overboard, not wanting to look like a horny teenager, but he does get a little carried away. You know you’re going to look like you got attacked by a vampire, but rather than being bothered by that, you’re excited. You can’t wait to show the visible sign of his love.

When Louis is content with the art on your skin, he finally undresses. As he sinks into your core, you tuck your face into his neck.

“Mark me,” he says, uttering the word you had used earlier.

“Are you sure?” you ask, since he normally requests that you leave his skin clear. 

“I’m sure. Show everyone I’m yours too, baby.”

He continues to thrust into you, and as your orgasm nears, you press your lips to his neck, sucking what is sure to me an impressive hickey into his sensitive skin. 

The moan he utters at that has you coming immediately, him following shortly after. The two of you catch your breath before showering and together then quickly falling asleep.

The next morning, Louis traces the marks he left, proud of his handiwork. And when you see the purple spot on his neck, and feel a sense of deep connection, you understand why he loves to cover you with bruises.

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AN: Thank you for reading! Next will be another 1D x reader!

[abiiors]

🧡🖤🎤🎧✏️ i'm curious xx

lenaaaaa ♡︎♡︎

🧡 what is your sexuality?

i've never been a huge fan of labels for myself, so i'm pretty content going with queer because i don't think i've ever had a preference in genders while dating/whoring around. maybe i'd say bi if you want to be specific but i feel like an imposter saying it while being in a straight passing relationship which is WRONG, i know. but it is what it is.

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

love playing video games!!! painting/drawing is also a newish hobby for me and reading ofc <33

🎤 have you been to a concert

artists don't fucking come here but yes i have been to ONE about 7 years ago. my best friend at the time was a hugeee fan of justin bieber (maybe still is? idk we've lost touch) so we saw him but i used to really like this one indian artist who was going to open for him so yeah

🎧 last song you listened too

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic

2022 if we're talking about this blog but really it's like 2013 (louis tomlinson x vee reader handwritten fanfic you will always be famous to me)

[deadric-diggory0624]

Who I Write For xo

HI! I'm kenzie and this is my main masterlist for people that I write for! I used to be strictly a harry potter writer, but now that I am older I try to write for more people <3 A reminder that requests are open so if you see anyone and think of anything pls send one in!

Main Masterlist

Request Rules:

I will write smut unless the request includes any of the following: noncon, cnc, piss play, and pet play

All my fics are x reader, however if you want me to write a ship, send it in and I will see if I can write it

As I am a woman, I feel it is most appropriate that I only write for fem!reader or gn!reader <3

I will write for poly characters x reader, just make sure to be specific with who you want to include

Please be specific with your requests, the more details you add, the more I can make it what you want xx

I will write for heavy topics, those fics will have a large TW for those who are uncomfortable

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

James Potter

Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

young Coriolanus Snow

The Last Kingdom

Uhtred

Sihtric

Finan

Osferth

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander Morozova

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

Top Gun/ Top Gun Maverick

Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

Nick Bradshaw "Goose"

Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

Bob Floyd "Bob"

Jake Sersin "Hangman"

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Jim Hopper

Misc Famous People

Harry Styles

Niall Horan

Louis Tomlinson

Zayn Malik

Tom Holland

Andrew Garfield (I can write for most of his characters xx)

Timothee Chalamet

Danny Wagner

Josh Kiszka

Sam Kiszka

Jake Kiszka

Elvis Presley

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Can we get an Instagram au with Louis Tomlinson x reader😭😭😭

Genre- Fake Instagram

Pairing- Photographer!Song-writer!Y/n x Singer!Song-songwriter!Louis 

Description- Y/n and Louis decide to go public with their relation, only they come out as if they have been public for years. Part -2, here!

Y/Ig/n- Your Instagram name.

A/n- Sure lovely, hope you like it! (by the end..this turned into something else so there’ll be a part2!) 

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Y/Ig/n - Love the fairy lights 

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Louis Tomlinson Love the fairy

LouisFan1 Love the guitars

LouisFan2 Love the brown the warm aesthetic

Charlie Puth Love the photograph

Y/nFan1 Love the photographer

Y/Ig/n everyone is playing along... (sorry for breaking your chain fairies xD)

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Louis Tomlinson - Love the yellow Tulips!!

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Liam Payne You sure those are Tulips mate?

Y/nFan2 Goes to paint my nails wine shade because she has them so 

Y/Ig/n You learned photography pretty fast damn

LouisFan3 She’s the one y’all

Flowerbx It was lovely to have you! xx

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Y/Ig/n  - My Tulip

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Niall Horan got hit by the ball the next minute

Y/nFan3 I wonder what is she wearing...

LouisFan3 He looks so cute!! 

Lizzo I had a good chat with the girlie

Louis Tomlinson Why do I look like a way too happy 7 year old....

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LT updates - Louis was caught walking with the song writer and photographer, Y/n Y/l/n. What do y’all think?

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LouisFan4 THEY LOOK SO GOOD!!

LouisFan5 MY BABIES!! <33333

Y/nFan4 THEIR HANDS!!

Y/nFan5 SHE’S SMILING SO HARD, LOOK AT HER EYES!

Y/nUpdates I MET THEM!!!!!

  ↳LouisFan Spill mam...

   ↳Y/nUpdates So I was walking out of this cafe and I see them, literally walking and laughing. My arse decided not to disturb them but just couldn’t keep it’s eyes off of them and so THEY CAME TO ME AND TALKED. It was a normal conversation like, ‘how are you’ and all and they said they were eturning HOME. Ae you reading? HOME!!! THEY LIVE TOGETHER!!

    ↳Y/nFan oml....OML....OH MY LORD!! YESSSS!!!!!

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Y/Ig/n  - listening and perked up ears.

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James Cordon Curious and confused brains

LouisFan6 LT2..?

Louis Tomlinson That’s a good shot

 ↳Y/Ig/n really..

Liam Payne Nice cap man

 ↳LiamFan help- lmaooo

Julia Michaels Answer your phone mam -_-

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Louis Tomlinson   - Stop listening to me and listen to me

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Y/nFan6 Tries look what’s coming next by zooming on the laptop

Y/Ig/n .....Does that even make any sense? 

Lizzo How do people even look good while wearing headphones, I don’t get it.

LouisFan7 It makes sense and also doesn’t at the same fucking time lmao

TaylorFan1 Taylor liked.....some shit’s coming besties, buckle up.

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Y/Ig/n - Hey, that’s my man

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Lauv Tell me why did this pic had to be taken when I was picking up my flute of champagne....

Niall Horan Is y/n taller than me or are those heels?

LouisFan8 LOVER

Y/nFan7 she’s a Swiftie folks!

Y/nFan8 *chefs kiss*

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Playboy  -We had a marvellous time working with you, @Y/nY/lg/n , @/vogue ;)

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Y/nFan9 QUEEN

Y/nFan10 mommy? sorry....Mommy? sorry...Mommy? 

Y/nFan11 OPEN THE WINDOW SOMEONE

Louis Tomlinson she’s mine!

Vogue We indeed 

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Louis Tomlinson -Have look at behind the scenes, but you don’t know the scene :)

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Taylor Swift :)

Harry Styles :)

Y/Ig/n :)

y/nFan12 First Playboy and Vogue collab, then Taylor likes, then Harry likes and then this....

LouisFan9 tf is going on....?

LouisFan10 We are so not ready and I know it...

[liberty-barnes]

Switching Things Up

Louis Tomlinson x Female!Reader 

University AU / Non-Famous AU

Summary: Five times Louis almost asked you out and the one time you asked him.

Warnings: cursing, fluffffff, bit of angst, misunderstandings, and Louis pining.

Word Count: 5k words

ERT: 20 minutes

A/N: i'm so in love with Louis it's not even funny anymore. also, it's finally out!!!!!!!

Inspired by: "Kiss You" "18" "Infinity" by One Direction, that one scene in the This Is Us movie. 

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Louis's First

It was just another usual day for Louis. Wake up at six o'clock, drink his tea, go to class, pick up the girls from school, have lunch all together, and start his shift at Toys 'R' Us.

He genuinely liked working there. He loved kids, it was fun to be surrounded by toys, and they were quite respectful of his uni hours, so overall, it was quite a nice gig.

He was working on the floor today, greeting costumers, seeing if they need help with anything, trying to keep the shelves tidy. It was quite a slow day so since he was done with all his homework he took some time to play with the toys a bit. 

"Okay, they've got to be here somewhere. Don't worry, we'll find you one just like it."

He lifted his head from where it was bowed over one of the pianos in the lower shelves, giving up on trying to get it to be straight and cracking his knuckles a bit.

The woman sounded pretty young and her voice was very nice so he started playing a random tune on the piano that was a bit more level with him (and sounded better too), just waiting for her to round the corner and spot him.

"Auntie, look, it's right there!"

The girl that passed right by him was absolutely divine. He'd never seen anyone as gorgeous as her and if the way his heart stuttered in his chest was any indication, his body seemed to agree. He straightened his shirt and ran his hands through his hair before turning around, ready to offer his help and maybe get her number after.

And if he pouted when she walked right past him with not the smallest reaction, nobody will ever know.

Louis's Second

He sat on a wooden bench as he waited in front of his youngest sisters' primary school. He was among parents and nannies, waiting for the bell to go off and the children to leave. His fingers tapped a random beat on his thigh while he hummed a melody that's been floating in his brain for a few minutes, trying to match some words to it.

So tell me, girl, if every time we touch

You get this kind of rush

He was about to take out his phone to write it down when a girl sat on the other side of the bench, taking out her headphones and putting them neatly into her bag.

But it wasn't just any girl.

It was the one he'd dubbed 'Future Mrs. Tommo', the girl from Toys 'R' Us. He refused to let her go this time, but he had no idea how to start the conversation.

That is, until she took out a familiar-looking binder, flipping it until she reached her desired page and started filling it out. It had been a mere thirty seconds before she started frowning.

He's never been so grateful to have chosen music as his minor.

"Are you in Charlton's class?"

The girl looked at him and he momentarily froze in place as his blue eyes met her (y/e/c) ones.

"Yeah, are you in his class?"

"Not anymore, I had him last year, though, he's a prick."

She huffed out a laugh and leaned back on the bench.

"Tell me about it, we've been talking about the Renaissance Era for two months and he still hasn't gotten to the interesting part."

"I thanked every deity imaginable that I got Natalie this year, I don't think I could do another year of that old man."

She turned to him and cocked her head.

"I've never heard of a 'Natalie' before."

"Natalie Dubois, she's a new teacher from France. Got a bit of a weird accent but she's a hell of a good teacher, and fun too, she gives us a bit more freedom, nothing like Charlton."

"What year are you?"

"Third, you?"

"Second."

He nodded and she tapped her pen against her binder.

"What're you studying?"

He was quite happy that she kept the conversation going.

"Drama major, music minor."

"Very artistic."

"I live to entertain. What about you?"

"Psychology major, music minor."

"Ooh, a brain doctor, I've always wondered if Psych majors could identify psychopaths from a single conversation."

She laughed at that and he felt his heart wanting to beat out of his chest. He wanted to record that sound so he could listen to it all the time. Use it as a ringtone, a melody for his next song, his alarm in the morning. He was positive he'd wake up in a much better mood if that's what brought him out of his slumber.

Unfortunately, he was interrupted before he could even ask for her number, or name, mind you, by the children's excited cheers.

Sooner than he would have liked, a little black-haired boy came running out and into her arms, Phoebe and Daisy only a couple steps behind.

"It was nice talking to you, I'll see you around!"

He could only wish her luck with that idiot teacher before she was gone and he had to care for his two little girls.

Louis's Third

The music room was quiet as he sat in front of the piano. He took out his notebook and started to play, following the notes messily scribbled on it.

I got a heart, and I got a soul, believe me, I will use them both

We made a start, be it a false one, I know

Baby I don't want to feel alone

He tried out, but something felt off. He tried a different note for the end, content with the way it sounded and scribbling it onto the notebook right after.

So kiss me where I lay down, my hands pressed to your cheeks

A long way from the playground

He frowned, changing a few notes here and there.

It sounded better, but there was still something missing.

"Try a key higher, it might sound better."

He heard her voice from the doorway, heart almost beating out of his chest for two entirely different reasons, though he chose to focus on the "I was startled" one instead of the "My dream girl is here" one.

He did as she told him though, and it did sound better.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

She looked entirely too pretty when she smiled. He wondered if the sun was really necessary given that she smiled bright enough to light up this galaxy and the next. He busied himself with writing the changes in his notebook while she went from table to table, searching up and down for something he wasn't aware of. He secretly hoped she wouldn't find it, just so he could stare at her for a bit longer.

"How're classes with Charlton going? Still a prick?"

"The day that man stops being a prick, angels will be falling from the sky."

He didn't see her fall, but he was pretty sure she was an angel. 

"A-ha!"

He saw her lift a blue journal, the word 'Songs' beautifully calligraphed on it in gold. She put it back in her bag and approached him so she was standing right behind him, reading the words in his notebook. 

He felt her shoulder grazing his and smelled her perfume. It was fruity and sweet. Peaches, maybe?

"That's a beautiful song, you're very talented."

He felt his cheeks heat up at the praise.

"Thanks."

He took a deep breath. This is it. He's gonna do it. He's gonna ask her out.

"Hey, I was wondering-"

"Shit!"

She got up in a flash and took her backpack from where she had put it down next to the seat.

"I'm gonna be late for my appointment but hold that thought 'til we meet again?"

She looked so sorry that he couldn't bear to tell her no.

Louis's Fourth

"I'm telling you, Niall, she's the most perfect girl to have ever walked this Earth."

He sighed as he faceplanted onto the couch, the blonde still strumming his guitar as if Louis wasn't having an existential crisis a mere six inched away from him.

"You don't even know her name."

"I'll just call her mine."

The punch that landed on his arm was deserved, he'll admit it.

"The way I'm seeing it, you just need to find out who she is and ask her out, it's really not that hard."

"But I don't know where to find her."

"Wrong, you know that she picks up her nephew at midday. A nephew that goes to the same school as your little sisters. Just figure out the kid's name, find the school records, and trace it back to her. Easy."

He lifted his head from the pillow and glared at Niall.

"That's illegal."

He shrugged.

"Most importantly, though, I'm awful with computers so we'd need to find someone to do it for us."

"I know a guy."

He nodded, that would be plan B, assuming they find a plan A first.

The door opened to the sound of Harry's amazing rendition of Juice, and Louis smiled unconsciously.

"Nialler, you home?"

"Living room!"

The brunette walked into the room and fist-bumped them, lifting Louis's legs so he could slide under them and sit.

"Why do you look like a kicked puppy?"

"I met the girl of my dreams but I don't know her name and have no idea how to contact her."

Unlike Niall, Harry was much more the romantic type. He believed in fate, love at first sight, and all that stupid shit in the books he read his sisters every night. It was no surprise when he gave him the most poetic, love-filled piece of advice Louis had ever heard.

"You just need to have faith, Lou. If she's the one for you then the universe will find a way to get your paths to cross again. Before you know it you'll be married with four kids and a cat, living on a little farm with a giant trampoline in your backyard."

"How did I end up with you two as my best friends? I either get a 'break into a primary school' or 'trust the universe', there is no in-between."

Niall laughed loudly and Harry patted his calves reassuringly before they heard the door open and their friends' voices echoing in the small flat.

"Hey, boys?"

"Living room!"

Liam came in with a couple of packs of beer, followed by Zayn and a third person whose footsteps he didn't recognize.

(Because yes, he'd memorized the sound of his friends' footsteps, sue him.)

"Lou, stop sulking, it's time to drink beers and be happy."

"I'm deeply sorry if my existential crisis is bothering you, Zayn, I'll try to suffer silently."

The laugh he heard made his breath hitch and his heart stutter in his chest.

He knew that laugh.

That laugh had been playing on a loop in Louis' brain for two weeks now.

He tried (read: failed miserably) to sit up naturally, though it looked a bit more forced than he wanted it to.

"Mystery Boy!"

She pointed at him with a gleeful expression on his face and if his soul hadn't left his body before, it sure had now.

"Hey."

Really? 'Hey'? That's the best he can do?

"I never caught your name."

She cocked her head to the side adorably, arm stretched over her knee from her place on the floor, leaning against the armchair.

"I never threw it."

It was stronger than him, he didn't even register his comment until she started laughing and he felt his cheeks burn up, the overwhelming sense of having fucked everything up taking over him.

"Drama majors, always clowning around."

He let out a relieved breath and smiled when she didn't seem to take any offense to it.

"You guys know each other?"

Liam, lovely Liam, looking like a confused puppy but bless his soul for asking because it made her speak and Louis loved hearing her voice so much, it sounded better than any music the world could provide.

"We've kind of met. I'm (Y/n), by the way."

(Y/n).

(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n).

(Y/n) Tomlinson.

That had a nice ring to it.

A really nice ring to it.

Mrs. (Y/n) Tomlinson.

Perfect.

"Usually, this is the part where you tell me your name. I can't keep referring to you as 'Mystery Boy'."

She giggled and his cheeks heated up again, though he didn't mind embarrassing himself if it earned him a laugh from her every time.

"I'm Louis. Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson."

"Nice to formally meet you, Louis."

He smiled and thanked the sun, moon, and stars for this opportunity. Because really, there wasn't a better opportunity than this one.

She's here.

With him.

(And his friends, but who cares about them?)

And he finally knew her name.

He could ask her out.

No fear.

No time-clock.

No hesitation.

"Here's your juice, love."

"Thanks, babe."

She threw Zayn a kiss and he felt his heart break.

Oh no.

"Guys, I have to tell you about this girl I met."

Louis sat down properly on the couch so he had a clear view of Zayn's face.

"Ooh, gossip."

The younger boy swatted him before letting out a dreamy sigh.

"She's just- She's so pretty and kind, and her laugh, she has the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard. She's a psych major so she always has something interesting to say and her friends are so cool. She's... She's just perfect."

Louis's Fifth

And perfect she is.

Louis left the flat right after he realized that the girl he'd been pining over was the same girl Zayn had been seeing, muttering about homework and essays and studying or whatever.

Now here he was, working the register at Toys 'R' Us, his usually bright and genuine smile replaced by an incredibly awkward and forced one, trying not to let the heartbreak eat him alive.

"Tommo!"

His coworker came over to him.

"Switch with me, James asked to see you."

Great, and now he was probably gonna get sacked from the only job he ever liked.

He walked with a frown on his face to his manager's office and sat down on the chair, waiting for him to finish what looked like a very intense phone call about... mechanical kittens?

He hung up a couple of minutes later and turned to Louis, resting his elbows on the desk.

"Louis. Louis, Louis, Louis. D'you mind telling me why my best worker's been sulking all day?"

He shrunk down a bit on the chair, suddenly feeling very small. Toys 'R' Us is a magical place, workers are supposed to be happy all the time.

"Just... Stuff."

"It's okay to be sad, but we worry about you. I mean, some of our regular costumers asked if you were alright cause you weren't jumping and joking. Just tell me what's wrong so I can try to help."

He let out a breath and let his head fall onto the desk.

"I met this girl and she's amazing, and kind, and funny, and just overall perfect."

"So you're sulking because you met the love of your life?"

"No! I'm sulking because the love of my life is dating one of my best mates."

He froze for a while, definitely not expecting that.

"What?"

"Zayn's dating her. I found out yesterday."

Jame took a deep breath and got up from his chair so he could get closer to Louis.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes."

"Not a Jimmy Hug."

"Shut up, you deserve one right now, no matter how much you like to pretend you hate them."

When he came out of his boss's office, more relaxed and with a small smile on his face, he immediately spotted you next to the pianos.

He took his break at that moment and only returned when he saw you leave through his place in the alleyway right next to the parking lot.

Your First

You took a deep breath and tightened your grip on your nephew's hand, steeling yourself before entering the store.

"We have to get one with brown fur, just like Summer!"

You promised little Lucas that if he behaved at the doctor's you'd get him get a new plushie, a German Shepherd, just like your parents' dog.

"Okay, they've got to be here somewhere. Don't worry, we'll find you one just like it."

You looked up and down aisles, trying to find the plushies but not knowing where to look. You could hear someone playing the piano a couple of feet away and let yourself be lulled by the sound of the song, you'd always loved Tchaikovsky.

"Auntie, look, it's right there!"

Your nephew pointed at the shelves just on the other side of the piano (and the beautiful pianist standing in front of it). You let Lucas pull you towards the shelves and search carefully for the perfect plushie while you tried to not let the man get to you.

He was gorgeous. Like, model tier, plaster his face on your walls gorgeous.

And you were shy.

So you dragged the time out and mentally asked him to approach you, pouting when you realized he couldn't read your thoughts and your nephew was asking to leave.

Your Second

You speed-walked to the school, still riled up because of your class with bloody Charlton.

You wanted nothing more than to sit down on the bench, listen to your music, and people-watch until your nephew got out.

But you weren't expecting him to be there.

You were still too shy to approach him so you just took out your headphones and sat on the other side of the bench, taking out your binder and filling out a few things before purposely stopping somewhere and tapping your pen on the paper, pouting and wishing that he'd 'save you' from your boredom.

"Are you in Charlton's class?"

Bingpot!

You looked at him and were temporarily taken aback by just how blue his eyes were, but forced yourself to speak. You weren't gonna get anywhere by keeping quiet.

"Yeah, are you in his class?"

"Not anymore, I had him last year, though, he's a prick."

You huffed out a laugh and leaned back on the bench, trying to look nonchalant.

"Tell me about it, we've been talking about the Renaissance Era for two months and he still hasn't gotten to the interesting part."

"I thanked every deity imaginable that I got Natalie this year, I don't think I could do another year of that old man."

You turned to him and cocked your head.

"I've never heard of a 'Natalie' before."

That's a lie, you knew who she was, you'd even interacted with her.

"Natalie Dubois, she's a new teacher from France. Got a bit of a weird accent but she's a hell of a good teacher, and fun too, she gives us a bit more freedom, nothing like Charlton."

"What year are you?"

"Third, you?"

"Second."

He nodded and you tapped your pen against your binder.

"What're you studying?"

"Drama major, music minor."

"Very artistic."

"I live to entertain. What about you?"

"Psychology major, music minor."

"Oh, a brain doctor, I've always wondered if Psych majors could identify psychopaths from a single conversation."

You laughed at that. Usually, you hated when people were that shallow about your job but when he said it, it didn't sound shallow or mock-ish. It sounded like a legitimate concern, like those things you think of at three in the morning when you can't sleep.

You were interrupted by the school bell and cursed mentally to not have gotten here earlier so you could talk to him more. Your nephew came running towards you and two little girls followed, walking towards Louis. He looked so good with children clinging to him that you had to physically extract yourself from that situation before you said or did something embarrassing.

"It was nice talking to you, I'll see you around!"

Your Third

You walked to the music room, praying that your song notebook was left behind there. You don't know what you'd do without it. It has every single one of your creations there.

You heard someone play the piano and groaned. You were way too sleep-deprived to deal with human interaction.

But this wasn't just any human interaction now, was it? Because Mystery Boy was there.

(He's been dubbed Mystery Boy in your head since you have no idea what his actual name is.)

You stood in the doorway for a while, notebook be damned, just watching him play, then frown, then play again, and light up like a happy little puppy once he found the right melody. Until he reached a complicated part and couldn't find the right combination.

"Try a key higher, it might sound better."

He jumped a bit and you felt bad for scaring him, but the way he blushed after was cute. He didn't answer, just did as you advised and smiled once he found that it sounded like he wanted it to.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

You smiled and the blush on his face was entirely too adorable and you went from table to table, pretending you didn't remember exactly where you were sitting that morning just so you could spend a bit longer than necessary in his presence.

"How're classes with Charlton going? Still a prick?"

"The day that man stops being a prick, angels will be falling from the sky."

You couldn't stall anymore, it would just be awkward at this point.

"A-ha!"

You showed off your journal before putting it back in your bag and going down the stairs of the auditorium so you could stand right next to him.

Deciding to be subtle but a little more daring than usual, you stood next to him, shoulders grazing while you read the words on his journal.

He smelled heavenly, like cologne and deodorant, and something that had to be entirely him. You wanted to bury yourself in that scent.

"That's a beautiful song, you're very talented."

You'd never get tired of watching him blush.

"Thanks."

You heard him take a deep breath just as your eyes went to the clock and you remembered your doctor's appointment with Lucas, he had to get the second dose for his shots and you were the only one who could get him to quiet down.

"Hey, I was wondering-"

"Shit!"

You got up in a flash and took the backpack from where you had put it down next to the seat.

"I'm gonna be late for my appointment but hold that thought 'til we meet again?"

He answered a small yes and you dashed out of the room.

Your Fourth

You followed Zayn to his friend's flat off-campus. You had met him a couple of months ago through Gigi, your best friend. Those two had been flirting for ages and it honestly made you sick, but Zayn was an easy-going person and you got along great, so when you mentioned that you had plans of getting drunk alone tonight, he offered to take you to his friend's house so you could get drunk with some company.

You entered the flat with Zayn and who you now knew to be Liam, saying hello to the two men in the room and tilting your head in questioning at the man lying face down on the couch.

"Lou, stop sulking, it's time to drink beers and be happy."

"I'm deeply sorry if my existential crisis is bothering you, Zayn, I'll try to suffer silently."

You couldn't stop the laugh bubbling from your chest as you sat down next to the armrest.

He sat up way too quickly to be safe and you smiled brightly once you realized who it was.

"Mystery Boy!"

It was fate, it had to be. This was the universe's way of telling you that you belonged together.

"Hey."

You giggled at his awkward greeting.

"I never caught your name."

"I never threw it."

You started laughing at his sassiness. If you weren't completely smitten before you sure were now.

"Drama majors, always clowning around."

"You guys know each other?"

Liam asked and you jumped into an explanation.

"We've kind of met. I'm (Y/n), by the way."

He said nothing for a couple of seconds and you worried you were being too forward.

"Usually, this is the part where you tell me your name. I can't keep referring to you as 'Mystery Boy'."

He blushed again, he seemed to be doing that a lot and you wondered if that was as unusual for him as it was for you to be this confident.

"I'm Louis. Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson."

(Y/n) Tomlinson.

That had a nice ring to it.

A really nice ring to it.

Mrs. (Y/n) Tomlinson.

Perfect.

"Nice to formally meet you, Louis."

He smiled and you wanted to yell at the sun to hide because it was stopping you from seeing the true brightness of Louis's eyes.

"Here's your juice, love."

"Thanks, babe."

You threw Zayn a kiss and he rolled his eyes, already used to the fact that you were kind of nickname-addicted and very endearing.

And also kind of drunk, which is why he brought you the juice.

On second thought, that might be why you were being this confident.

You thought everything was going well, but as suddenly as it started, the object of your affection was out the door, muttering about appointments, or homework, or something you didn't understand, but that sure made you frown for the rest of the evening.

Your Fifth

You walked into Toys 'R' Us for two reasons that day. 

The first is to get your nephew a birthday present.

The second is to (hopefully) see Louis.

You wanted to talk to him, the way he left the flat was strange, so you took advantage of the fact that you needed to get something from the store to try and see him.

You saw him go to the back as soon as you got here and decided to wait a bit for him to come back, looking at everything slower than you needed even though you knew exactly what to get. After fifteen minutes, you were pretty sure he wasn't going to come back. Maybe his shift ended already? 

You took your present and left the store, looking around to see if you found him, to no avail.

The One

You marched to the door with only one goal in mind: ask Louis Tomlinson out on a date. It's been a week of him ignoring you, running away as soon as he saw you, barely answering your greetings and you were more than done. 

If he wanted to turn you down, then it at least he would do it to your face, none of this ghosting nonsense. You don't want to spend the rest of your life thinking what might have been if you'd just reached out.

So, you talked to Niall, who gave you Louis's address and his schedule. You knew he was home and he had no way to escape you. He was babysitting his sisters, after all, so there was no way he could just run away.

You rang the doorbell and nervously wrang your hands in front of you, taking deep breaths and mentally going over what you wanted to say.

"I'll be right there! No, Daisy!"

His voice rang through the door and you smiled fondly at the sound, imagining him taking care of his sisters did something to you for some reason.

"Hi, sorry for the-"

He froze when he saw you, eyes going wide and mouth hanging open.

"Hi."

You said, and that seemed to bring him out of his stupor.

"(Y/n)."

"Yep."

"(Y/n)."

It seemed like he couldn't quite believe you were here.

"That's my name. Don't wear it out, though."

He shook his head and started stuttering his way through a response, trying to ask what you were doing here, at his house.

"Um, Niall told me where you lived. I had something I wanted to ask you."

When he didn't answer, you went for it.

"So, um, you've kind of been avoiding me lately which is quite unfortunate because I happen to like you... a lot... and so I-"

"Does Zayn know that?"

You were cut off in the middle of your rant and tilted your head confusingly at him.

"What?"

"Does Zayn know you 'like me a lot'?"

He looked angry, jaw clenched shut and arms crossed in front of his chest, which was no help to the attraction you felt towards him, that shirt did wonders for his biceps.

"Why should Zayn know about it?"

"Well, he's your boyfriend after all."

Wait, what?

"Well if he's my boyfriend then I should probably let Gigi know he's cheating."

He seemed to blanch at that.

"Gigi."

"Yeah. Gigi. You know, the girl he's been pining over since the beginning of the semester, they got together officially two weeks ago."

Only his sisters' voices could be heard.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So, um... you and Zayn... you're not..."

"Together? No."

You laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear nervously.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

You snapped your head up and grinned devilishly.

"I believe I asked you first."

He laughed and took a step forward.

"Then I will most certainly go out with you, as long as you let me pay. Take it as an apology for how stupid I was."

"I guess that could be arranged."

He was so close you could smell his cologne. Still so, so tasty. Still so, so wonderful.

"Do I have to wait until the end of our first date to kiss you?"

"I think you've done enough waiting already."

"I think so too."

And he kissed you.

And you were happy.

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Smut > *

Fluff > °

Angst > #

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Series

• Something Worth to Live

Summery: With horrible circumstances in life, and toxic and abusive relationship, Y/n thinks it's better to just end things. She knows suicide is not the answer, but she's too weak to find others. One Friday night, after conjuring up some courage and mind, she heads to the bridge (that is actually famous for suicides) to end her life and that's where she meets a stranger, a really pretty, handsome and cute stranger.

Or Y/n wants to jump off the bridge and Harry is being an asshole

{on hold temporarily}

• My Forgotten Best Friend

Summary: Y/n's crazy love for art dragged her to the tattoo parlor in hopes of getting a tattoo, but instead of getting a tattoo, she got reunited with her old best friend Louis Tomlinson. A friend who disappeared one day and never came back. All the memories and feelings that she had kept locked up behind the doors came crashing down on her when she saw his face. She felt like time has stopped and the world is laughing at her for still feeling this way after 6 years and for who? The person who left her when she needed him the most and never even tried to contact her again, leaving her heartbroken and confused with so many questions. She almost fainted with all these overwhelming emotions yet she didn't, her pride would never let her live if she showed how weak she really is right now. 

[on going temporarily]

Or Louis and Y/n used to be best friends until they weren't

• Faith

Summary: Y/n is single mom. She and her daughter, Faith lives alone. One day when she was little busy her daughter went missing, later she found her with their weird neighbor named Steven.

Or Y/n is teen Mom who lives alone and Steven is a bit scary....

{on hold temporarily}

You don't say it back°

One shots

Harry Potter

Summary: you prank your boyfriend by not saying "I love you" back, while he's getting late for quidditch practice. (Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!reader.

Headcannons

Marvel

Peter Parker with artist!reader!

Harry potter

Mattheo and Theodore headcanons

Lorenzo Berkshire headcanon•

Drabbles

Harry styles drabble*

[allwaswell16]

This is a fic rec of my favorite long One Direction fics that are 100k words or longer as requested in this ask. You can find all my other fic recs here. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! Happy reading!

-Larry-

⚜️ the unfinished game (series) by @bottomlinsons

(M, 240k, royal au, historical, arranged marriage, Prince Harry, Prince Louis, enemies to friends to lovers, love letters, betrayal, political intrigue, war, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, engagement, wedding)

With his crown and country at stake, Harry must decide who to trust in this strange new land. And the sly Crown Prince of Ryde doesn't seem inclined to make things easy.

⚜️ Light, Spark and Fire (series) by @greenfeelings / green_feelings

(E, 216k, Harry/Louis, Zayn/Liam, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, alpha Liam, omega Zayn, music industry, music mogul Louis, uni student Harry, singer Harry, music mogul Zayn, pop star Liam, pining, angst, slow burn, true mates, omega drop, bonding, break up, getting back together, songwriting, smut)

Louis and Zayn run a music label, Liam is Britain’s up-and-coming pop star, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down until he builds his own up, and Niall holds them all together without realising he does.

⚜️ Three Days in February by @mercurial-madhouse

(E, 187k, mind reader au, canon divergent, supernatural elements, magical realism, cursed Louis, mind reader Louis, banter, humor, hurt/comfort, slow burn, pining, smut)

How close is too close? Harry and Louis are about to find out after a drunken night leaves Louis cursed.

⚜️ And Then a Bit by @infinitelymint

(E, 158k, future canon, fake relationship, PR relationship, friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, smut)

take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea.

⚜️ Take My Breath Away by @realitybetterthanfiction

(E, 153k, Top Gun au, pilot Harry, flight instructor Louis, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, plane accident, character injury, recovery, PTSD, smut)

There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D.

⚜️ This Multiplicity of Powers by @helloamhere

(E, 149k, Louis/Harry, X-Men au, superheros, superpowers, mutants, angst, hurt/comfort, canon typical violence, healing, courage, slow burn, teacher Louis, politics, found family)

Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside. But this isn’t that universe. //an X-Men AU.

⚜️ Own the Scars by @crinkle-eyed-boo

(E, 144k, friends to lovers au, slow burn, addiction, overdose, coma, intervention, rehab, therapy, recovery, angst with a happy ending, Tomlinshaw relationship, end game Larry, med students, family issues, friendships, smut)

Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want.

⚜️ Pull Me Under by @zarah5

(E, 140k, football au, fake relationship, coming out, famous Louis, professional football player Louis, agent Liam, side Ziam, teammate Niall, romance, smut)

As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake.

⚜️ Love Is A Rebellious Bird by @gloriaandrews, @100percentsassy

(E, 134k, enemies to lovers au, London Symphony Orchestra, conductor Harry, concertmaster Louis, bullying, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, smut)

Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine

⚜️ Hold You Now by @solvetheminourdreams

(M, 131k, ex-fwb au, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, homophobia, Louis/OC, pining, world travel, wedding, family issues, hurt/comfort, mild smut)

When he accompanies his best friend to a family wedding across the Atlantic, he'll be forced to reopen old wounds and face his past—one that no one wants to hash out, but may just have to.

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

(M, 125k, fantasy, sculptor Louis, supernatural elements, mythology, slow burn, hurt/comfort, oblivious Louis, moral dilemmas, statue Harry, traveling, no smut)

Harry stands there, as though nothing’s changed, and of course he does, because he’s a statue.

⚜️ California Sold by @isthatyoularry​

(M, 123k, Louis/Harry, demisexual Louis, fake/pretend relationship, friends to lovers, famous Harry, not famous Louis, coming out, fluff, angst, sexual content)

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

⚜️ I’ll Fly Away by @juliusschmidt​

(E, 122k, friends to lovers, childhood friends, small town, bisexuality, coming out, friendships, American H&L, angst with a happy ending, smut)

Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road.

⚜️ You Make Lovin' Fun by @homosociallyyours

(E, 109k, girl direction, age difference, older Louis, silver fox Louis, cruise ship, lesbian cruise, writer Harry, strangers to lovers, polyamory, slow burn, smut)

Harry is a 28 year old travel writer at a gay magazine who gets the assignment to go a lesbian cruise.

⚜️ Say Something by @kingsofeverything

(E, 105k, a/b/o, omega Harry, alpha Louis, mpreg Harry, unexpected pregnancy, age difference, older Harry, divorced Harry, heat/rut, pregnancy kink, hurt/comfort, lawyer Harry, theatre manager Louis, smut)

At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating.

⚜️ Through Eerie Chaos by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics

(G, 102k, ghost hunter au, haunted manor, ghost Louis, photographer Harry, aristocrat Louis, historical fantasy, 1920s, supernatural elements, slow burn, angst, fluff)

The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

⚜️ somewhere in between lightning by jassy117, nauticalleeds, shiningdistractionwrites / @nauticalleeds

(E, 100k, Love Island au, contestant Louis, contestant Harry, exes to lovers, reality show, summer, law student Louis, baker Harry, sexual tension, smut)

A summer gone wrong (or very right) when, under Liam’s persuasion, Louis finds himself drunkenly applying for Love Island, and getting accepted.

-Rare Pairs-

⚜️ Little Lion Man by Writcraft / @writsgrimmyblog @writcraft

(E, 123k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, Harry Potter au, coming of age, wizard Louis, wizard Nick, Hogwarts, mental health issues, first time, character death, injury, recovery, kink exploration, smut)

As Louis tries to negotiate coming of age, sexuality, first times, homophobia in the wizarding world and his growing feelings for Nick, a new evil emerges which puts Louis and Nick in serious danger.

⚜️ I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 122k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, canon, hate to love, kink discovery, secret relationship, long distance, coming out, skype, d/s elements, angst with a happy ending, smut, watersports, size kink, rough sex)

Nick and Louis don't like each other, not even a little bit, not even at all.

⚜️ Permanent by scottmcniceass

(E, 114k, Zayn/Liam, football au, football player Liam, car accident, injury, hometown, depression, smut)

At twenty-six, Liam has made a name for himself as one of the best football players of his generation. He's in the prime of his game when a car accident threatens to end his career permanently.

[say-narry]

SAYNARRY | Masterlist [en version]

Welcome to my blog!

I writing stories since 2014 just have some fun. English isn't my first language, but I like to read and write in this language so, sorry for any mistake. All stories post in this blog are mine, if you read without my name (saynarry), please tell me.

Here you will find stories with Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan and sometimes with Chris Evans.

Not in here is real, just my imagination, ok?

I hope you like and I love talk and make new friends.

One shots (in progress)

Smut: explicit sex scenes | Fluff: just cute scenes

Angst: scenes maybe cause discomfort | Funny: just humor

Harry Styles

Ride it | SMUT | Harry!husband x reader | The Lakers fan wins the bet with her husband. The prize? Well...

Touch Yourself | SMUT | Harry!famous x reader | A Friday night movie and self-made touches.

No relationship | ANGST | Harry!famous x reader x Chris Evans!Biology teacher | Harry never wanted a relationship, but when you meet Chris, his opinion has change.

Never have I ever | SMUT | Harry!famous x reader!stylist | She did a good work with H. Lambert and now, reader is the new Harry's stylish. Mr. Harry Styles need more than clothing creations from her.

Louis Tomlinson

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[daisyblog]

Karaoke

Summary: When the adult kids of two pop stars sing karaoke together.

harry styles!son x louis tomlinson!daughter

(Ages: Louis - 47, Harry - 45, George - 20, Poppy - 20)

Sat with their group of friends in the middle of a karaoke bar was lethal. The minute the group had found their cosy booth towards the back of the room, George and Poppy were nagged to sing.

After a few drinks had been consumed and the two were fed up of their friends asking, they found themselves scrolling through the list of songs that were available for them.

A few minutes after looking at each song, the had decided, a slight smirk covering both of their faces. They each took a microphone from the guy at the bar, before standing at the front of the stage.

As the song began, they shared a smile before George’s voice filled the room. “Who's that shadow holding me hostage?…I've been here for days…Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?…I know they'll be coming to find me soon…But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you”.

They were pleasantly surprised to see that not only were their friends up on their feet singing and dancing, but others scattered around the bar too, especially a group of older women who were oozing with excitement.

“Oh, baby, look what you've done to me…Oh, baby, look what you've done now…Oh, baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way”. Poppy’s was unique, it was captivating with an edge to it.

George joined in with a low harmony, as he grinned in Poppy’s direction. “Oh-oh-oh”.

Poppy’s voice continued to sing through the bar as she danced around the stage. “Who's this man that's holding your hand and talking 'bout your eyes?”.

“Oh-oh“oh”. George harmonised, deciding to let loose a little and show his own moves.

“Used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind”. George leaned his elbow on Poppy’s shoulder as she effortlessly sang.

George brought the microphone back up to his lips as he sang the verse, grinning at Poppy as he did so. “I know they'll be coming to find me soon…But my Stockholm syndrome is in your room…Yeah, I fell for you”.

The pair sang the chorus together as they got lost in the moment, moving with ease around the stage, entertaining the crowd. “Oh, baby, look what you've done to me…Oh, baby, look what you've done now…Oh, baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way”.

From eye contact alone, Poppy silently agreed that George was going to sing the breakdown. The famous echo that fans would love to sing on the tours.

Little did George know that Poppy was intrigued to see if he could sing the line like his father had done. “Look what you've done to me…Baby, look what you've done”.

When he had managed to echo out his own voice, YN was impressed and left slightly wanting more.

Like father like son, like father like daughter.

[parkersbliss]

Press Week | T. Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland X Famous!Actress!Reader

Warnings: no-no words maybe?? sexual innuendo, lots of fluff, lost of dialogue, a lot of 1D references but you probably won’t see them

WC; 3K

synopsis: just three times you and Tom were too adorable during press week

a/n: I had too much fun with this, tbh these are all based of actual interviews so don’t come for me

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"I'm Tom Holland."

"That does not sound like me!" Tom protests, mock offense displayed on his face.

"You're right, you're right, my bad. Okay, let me try again," You said, coughing you slap your chest a few times. "I'm Tom Holland!" You said using your best British accent and high pitched voice.

Tom smacks his lips together, rolling his eyes, "And I'm (Y/N) (L/N)!" He said, making sure to do an over the top impression of you.

"And we're answering the internet!" You announced, lifting a jar full of paper slips to the camera. You pull out the first piece of paper, reading it over yourself, thinking over an answer before saying it out loud, "What's your guy's go-to date night?"

You and Tom both look at each other before turning back toward the camera, "Netflix and cuddles."

"Not chill," You clarified, "this is a family-friendly show, Netflix and cuddles."

"Although," Tom objects, "sometimes we chill," he winks at the camera. You slap his arm for the comment and he yelps in pain, "Kidding!"

"Moving on." You hand the jar to Tom and he rummages around a bit before pulling out a random slip of paper.

"What's the worse feeling in the world?"

You pause, tapping your chin as you think. "Oh! Do you know when you're like really excited to get an apple and you go and get it and you're expecting it to be all crisp, juicy and sweet and instead you bite into it and it's kind of soft and a bit dry?"

Tom bursts out laughing next to you, burying his head in his hands as his body shakes with laughter, "oh my god, I love you," He spoke.

"I love you too?" You said although it came as more of a question. You weren't quite sure why Tom was laughing so hard, you were being serious.

He gathers his composure, wiping a few tears from his eyes, "Okay, so now that my girlfriend gave her ridiculous answer."

"It's not ridiculous! You asked and I answered," You interrupted, crossing your arms. Tom rolls his eyes, patting your knee gently.

"The worse feeling in the world for me does not have to do with food," He makes sure to give you the side-eye at the comment, "It’s when (Y/N) gets mad and I'll tell her to 'calm down, baby' I made that mistake once and I never will again."

You nod your head, giving the camera a serious look and pointing a finger, "Seriously don't tell your girlfriend or boyfriend that or they will strangle you."

"I've experienced it firsthand," Tom backs you up, "It's not my preferred method to be choked."

The whole room goes silent and you can feel your cheeks burning up in embarrassment at his comment, of all the things that come out of his mouth he had to say that? Tom glances at you, scratching the back of his neck, he mumbles a sorry and quickly hands you the jar of paper. You’re quick to pull out another question to change topics, "I simp for Tom's biceps any day."

Tom wiggled his eyebrows, flexing his muscles at the camera and you giggle, wrapping an arm around the muscle, "Honestly, me too."

Tom smirks, flexing a bit more and you gasp, making dramatic camera motions as he goes.

"What's the next question, lovie?" he asked.

You dig into the jar pulling out a slip, "How can I die for Tom Holland without being dramatic?"

Tom blushes, letting out a soft chuckle, before looking down at his converse and back toward the camera, "I don't know, maybe just don't die for me?"

You pat Tom's shoulder, flashing an apologetic smile at the camera, "Sorry, he gets flustered easily."

Tom scoffs, swatting your hand away, "do not."

You quirk an eyebrow at him, but say no more and read the next question to yourself, laughing.

Tom looks over your shoulder, before you fold the paper up again, "What? What is it?"

"How can I be (Y/N)'s new boyfriend?"

"Absolutely not!" Tom screams, ripping the paper from your hand, crushing it as you laugh, almost falling off your seat.

"She is perfectly happy with me!" He huffed, chucking the piece of paper offset as you continue to giggle next to him.

"Position already filled," You told the camera, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Tom's cheek.

"I think I’ll be picking the next question." Tom takes the jar from you and pulls out the next one, "If you guys could date anyone else in the world, without offending the other, who would it be?"

"Louis Tomlinson," You said, not missing a beat. At the same time, Tom says, "I wouldn't."

"oh shit," You giggle, biting your lip as you look to Tom.

His mouth falls open as he tosses the paper aside, "Of all the people and you pick my favorite member of One Direction?"

"Well, he's your favorite for a reason, no?" You counter.

"The man's got great hair, I won't lie. He's funny as hell, but I'd like to think my girlfriend prefers me than an ex-boy band member."

"It was a hypothetical question," You reassure him before adding, "but Louis if you're watching this my number is-"

Tom slaps a hand over your mouth, "Don't even think about it."

You stare at Tom, looking back down at his hand and he catches on quickly, "babe," he warns.

You giggle before licking his hand and he retracts it quickly, wiping it down, "Babe," He whines as you laugh.

"We're very professional," You point toward the camera, smirking as Tom continues to wipe his hand on his jeans.

"That's why they put us in this interview together," Tom said, still wiping his hand.

"Anyway," You take the jar back from Tom. "While my boyfriends freaking out because I licked his hand and I literally kissed him this morning, let's move on to the next question." You slip your hand in the jar, mixing up the paper a bit before picking out a random one, "PLEASE bring back the bed selfies."

Tom laughs, "See here's the thing, I would, truly, but (Y/N) doesn't like when I post myself shirtless and I quote, 'looking like perfect boyfriend material.'"

You scoff, "Priorities, Tom, Priorities. I'll let you post them when I get to be cuddled in your chest as well."

Tom shrugs, looking into the camera, "that can be arranged."

...

"We have some very special guests here with us today," The host said, causing all the fans to clap and cheer. "You might know him as the fishbowl man, but ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Jake Gyllenhaal!"

The crowd claps as Jake jogs onto the stage, he stands arms open as he accepts their applause. He makes a more motion with his hands, to which the fans obey. He laughs, taking a bow as he takes his seat on the far end of the table.

"Next up we have the man, the legend, the one who plays your favorite sixteen year old from Queens, Mr. Tom Holland!!"

The crowd loses their mind as Tom strolls onto the stage, he stands, blushing, mouthing thank you as he bows repeatedly, blowing a kiss to the crowd while flexing a muscle. He takes his place next to Jake, tapping his microphone, "I'd like everyone to give a warm welcome to our other new member, you may know her as Eva Rose, but to us, we call her (Y/N) (L/N) or as I like to say, my lovely girlfriend," he winks.

The fans cheer, clapping and screaming as you take the stage. You smile, waving back at them and blowing a kiss, doing a little shimmy to your seat, where Tom pulls you down for an innocent kiss that makes the fan scream.

"I'd like to welcome our next guest, my best friend, and a walking goddess Zendaya!" You said into the mic. She struts onto stage, doing a little twirl as the fans cheer. She waves, grinning as she bows and takes her place next to you.

"And finally, we have, everyone's favorite, the only reason you want to see this movie, Jacob Batalon!" Tom grinned, waving his best mate on stage. Jacob runs on, fanning himself in mock excitement, laughing as he takes the last seat.

"Hey, guys! How is everyone?" The interviewer asks.

"We're good!" Tom said, waving to all the fans, "happy to be here."

"So this your second movie and obviously the cast has changed a bit, can you tell us what it was like working with them?"

Tom nods his head, looking toward Zendaya and Jacob, "Um, I think it was a really cool experience working with (Y/N) and Jake. It was kind of surreal to be working with such big names in the business, ya know? I met the love of my life on set too, so that was kind of a big plus."

You shrug, leaning into the mic, "it was just a big plus, that's all it was."

"Trust me, you didn't want to be on set when (Y/N) wasn't around. All Tom would do is gush about her for hours on end. I thought my ears were going to fall off," Zendaya pipes up, laughing as Tom goes red in the face.

"He got the girl, didn't he?" Jake asked.

You nod your head, "I think he did, not quite sure."

Tom swings his arm over your shoulder, "No I definitely did."

You look up at him, taking the chance to press a quick kiss to his lips and he hugs you a bit closer. Jake rolls his eyes as Jacob and Zendaya fake gag.

"You should've seen them on set, it was horrific."

The interviewer laughs, "I assume that means you guys have some embarrassing stories to tell?"

"Plenty."

The interviewer goes around asking questions about the movie-making process, filming, stories from the set, and questions from fans. You unscrewed the lid to your water bottle, taking a sip and Tom uses the opportunity to gently tilt it upwards, causing more water to come out. You cough, wiping down the water that drips down your chin as you glare at Tom. He smirks, giving you a coy smile and you have to resist the urge to slap it right off his face. A few fans had noticed the interaction and were pointing to you two, giggling. You lean over, whispering in Tom's ear, "I'm going to get you back for that."

He turns toward you, covering his mic, "I'd like to see you try."

"If you could play any other character, who would you want to play?" The interviewer asks.

Tom uncovers his mic, leaning in to answer, "Um, I think I'd like to play-"

You poke him in his cheek and he turns his head toward you, "yes?"

"Nothing carry on."

"As I was saying I think I'd like-"

You poke him again.

"Babe."

"Nothing."

He continues speaking and this time you let him go a bit longer before yet again, poking him in his cheek, this time he continues, swatting your hand away, only restoring in you poking him more as he continues to try and speak.

"I'm sorry," Tom said, "My girlfriend is making it very hard to answer."

You smile sweetly, "No one cares what you have to say anyway. I'd love to play MJ."

Zendaya laughs, "I'd like to play maybe... Shuri could be a lot of fun."

The interviewer moves on to some fan questions, handing them mics so they could talk to you.

"Hi my name is Isaac," One of them said.

"Hi, Isaac!" You all chorused.

"I'd like to first say I love you, (Y/N)."

You place a hand on your hear, "I love you more."

Isaac laughs, cheeks tinted a fair shade of pink.

"Seriously," You add.

Tom sits beside you, pointing to himself, giving the audience a quizzical look, "look like she's moved on already," He pouts.

You roll your eyes, "I'm sorry, Isaac. Tom's quite clingy."

Tom grabs your hand in his as if to prove your point. He kisses your hand softly.

Isaac chuckles, "my question is, do you ever get jealous of Tom and Jake's marriage?"

Jake bursts out laughing, slamming his fist down on the table as he regains his composure, "That was the best question ever."

"Um, no, no, I don't get jealous. It's hard to when you're just the side chick," You replied.

Tom's head is buried in his hands as he and Jake laugh.

"See what I mean? There was never a competition, Jake already won."

...

Tom held a small bin in his hand, full of tiny slips of paper, "So it's like charades, but with words?"

The interviewer nods, "Right, so there's something on the paper and you have to describe it without saying anything on the card, you have five minutes."

"I can do that," Tom muses, "can we start?"

The interviewer nods and Tom pulls out the first piece of paper, reading it to himself, Your first date.

"Um, it was you and me," Tom starts, "we were on set, in my trailer and we ordered some crappy pizza-"

"Our first date?" You asked. Tom nods throwing the paper away.

"I thought the pizza was quite nice," You mumbled.

Tessa

Tom makes a barking noise, not even looking up from the paper as you immediately said, Tessa.

Tom breaking his nose

"Okay, this happened to me once on set this year. It has to do with my facial structure, it happens more often then I'd like."

"Face fillers!" You said.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that. I've done this about three times, it normally involves blood and bruises, the directors hate when it happens..."

You think about it for a bit, staring at Tom's face, "Oh, you breaking your nose!"

He nods, grabbing the next paper. (Y/N)'s iconic premiere look.

"You do break it a lot, your poor nose."

He shrugs, "'s fine now, hospitals work magic."

"It's actually my kisses that heal his nose," You corrected.

Tom nods his head, smiling up at you, "Okay, um, my girlfriend, she went to a thing and was dressed in like a-"

"My red carpet look?"

He crushes the paper, "You did look gorgeous, lovie."

"I know."

"I don't know why I even bother with compliments."

First kiss

Tom thinks about it for a bit, before tapping his lips gently and holding up his pointer finger. You tilt your head to the side, before leaning in to kiss him softly. You pull back only for Tom to grab the back of your neck and bring your lips against his again.

"Wasn't asking for a kiss, baby, but I won't complain."

"What is it then?"

He taps his lips again, "We were on set, having a funny face competition and you made a duck face and I thought you wanted to do a thing and so I did a thing."

You burst out laughing, "our first kiss?"

Tom grins, cheeks dusted pink, "yeah."

He grabs another piece of paper, Tom spoiling movies.

"Marvel hates me because of this."

"You spoiling movies."

(Y/N)'s strange love for apples

"We were in an interview and I asked a question and you immediately replied with the most ridiculous answer ever-"

"Apples."

When (Y/N) stepped on a snake

Tom laughs, taking a minute to calm down as he remembers the vivid memory, "We were in Australia, on our way back from the beach and there was an ssssss."

You stare at Tom as he does an impression of a snake, making a hissing noise and moving his hands and head in a (what you assumed) was a slithering motion. If you were being honest, you knew exactly what the card said but you quite liked Tom doing an impression of a snake, "when I stepped on a snake."

He snaps his fingers, "yes!"

"In my defense, the snake was the same color as the sidewalk and It didn't make any noise, but uh, it was pretty scary, it hissed and I ran."

"I've never seen her run so fast in her life," Tom added, "I almost couldn't keep up with her."

Tom's fear of spiders

"It's ironic, I'm terrified of what I am."

"Your fear of spiders."

He pulls the next card, "You for some reason think this guy is better than me-"

"Shawn Mendes? Harrison? Niall Horan? Dylan O'Brien?" You list off on your fingers.

Tom hides his face in his hands, "oh my god."

"Oh! It's Jacob!"

"I don't know why I bother with you."

You giggle, grabbing one of his hands to hold, squeezing it gently, "Is it Louis Tomlinson?"

He tosses the paper to the side and you kiss his cheek, "I only think he's hotter."

"Gee thanks, babe."

"I love you," You whispered, making a kissy face. He sighs, leaning in to press your lips together, noses brushing.

"M'kay, sure you do," He mumbled, grabbing the last few pieces of paper.

"You guys have five seconds left," The interviewer announces, startling you both.

Tom blinks, looking down at the few pieces of paper in his hands, "I shouldn't even bother, should I?"

You shake your head no and he looks to the interviewer who gives him a thumbs up to keep going.

"My best mate, he went to go get us something and he came back and managed to make a mess."

"That's extremely vague, but I'm guessing when Harrison spilled coffee all over himself?" You inquired, Tom tosses the paper in which you take a sign that you were right.

Tom nods, grabbing the last piece of paper. He gets down on one knee, gently taking your hand in his.

"Oh! You and Jake’s marriage."

He nods, getting back up and sitting next to you. He tosses the now empty bin behind him.

“Man, you’re so lucky to be married to such an amazing guy.”

Tom shrugs, smirk playing on his lips, “I guess he’s alright, would’ve preferred someone else though.”

You gasp, bringing a hand in front of your mouth, clearly displaying the diamond ring on your finger. Tom looks at it, shrugging as he turns to face the camera. You wink, blowing a kiss, making sure the diamond reflected in the light, “oh really, who’s the lucky person?"

Tom winks, holding up your interlocked hands, two rings set on each, "Who knows?"

— End —

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[tommodirection]

Little Sister

Harry Styles x Tomlinson! Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: swearing, playful mentions of Larry

Masterlist

A/N: Heylo! I hope you enjoy this! I’ve been working on this for about a month now, never being able to finish it, but I decided to sit down and finish it tonight instead of wallowing in self-pity! The Larry mention at the end is meant to be funny and playful, not something to take seriously! Thank you and have a nice day! ❤️💕🥰

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When your brother went to audition for the X-Factor in 2010, you expected him to come home after, maybe with a signed record deal, maybe not, but home nonetheless.

Instead, he was put into a boy band with four other boys, and moved out. Your mother was proud, of course as anyone would be, but that also meant her oldest child had left the nest.

That left you, now the oldest in the house, and your four younger sisters. Your mum was handling it the best she could, but with Mark out of the house constantly, it got stressful for her.

You didn’t like Mark that much, sure, he was nice, and he treated your mother alright, he just didn’t seem like a commitment kind of guy to you.

You were adopted shortly after your mum left Louis’s father. Mark was accepting of the fact that she already had two kids, but became a bit offended when she took your side in an argument instead of one of their kids.

You loved all your siblings equally, well, Louis a bit more than the other girls, but you still loved them no matter how their father acted.

When Louis left, you were left to help your mother with the other girls, Mark not being much help. You were often left to help them get ready for school, get ready for bed, and you even had to run errands for your mother.

Since you were only 16, and hadn’t gotten a driver’s license, you had to walk almost everywhere, but you didn’t mind, not when you were helping your mother.

Having a brother who had recently become a famous member of a boy band, also meant you had to watch all the girls at your school drool over him. This also meant that a lot more people were trying to be friendly to you.

Most of the girls at your school loved Louis, probably because they thought they had the best chance with him, not that they had any chance.

However, you preferred Harry. You always had a soft spot for sweet boys with curly hair, but this time felt different. It probably was just a silly little crush, you’d obsess for a few weeks and then get over it.

You were so, so wrong.

You watched your brother and his mates smash their way through the charts for the next two years, becoming the best boy band of the generation.

The whole family was immensely proud of him, even Mark. You were particularly proud of Harry, though the rest of your family didn’t really care.

The small crush hadn’t faded, instead it had grown in the past two years, each time you saw him on a photo your brother sent, or on TV, you flushed and your heart started racing.

He was just perfect. Perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect dimples, perfect smile, perfect lips, perfect everything.

It honestly kind of upset you sometimes.

There you were, the sister of one of his best mates, same age as him too, and yet you had never met him.

That all changed when the band went to Madison Square Garden at the end of the year.

Since you were eighteen and finished with college, you were allowed to go with your mother to go see Louis perform.

As you and your mother approached the stadium, you felt a wave of awe wash over you. Your brother’s face was on the fucking front of Madison Square Garden. He was getting paid to be here.

Where the fuck did you go wrong?

The driver that Louis had hired pulled up in the front, allowing you both to get out along with Liam’s mum, Karen, who was a lovely lady.

You all climbed out of the car onto the busy New York City street, people busling past your trio to file into the large arena.

Your mother grabbed your hand and Karen’s as well, pulling you both into line.

Meanwhile, the boys were sitting in front of the camera, discussing their feelings about the upcoming show. Zayn and Liam were currently in the dressing room, and Niall was finishing his dinner, so Louis and Harry were left to be interviewed.

“You know, this is a big show for us, obviously,” Harry said, trying not to be gesticulative as he spoke, nerves buzzing through his body.

“Yeah, of course it’s big cos it’s MSG, but this is also the only one that all of us have at least one family member in the audience. Liam, Niall, and Zayn have their mums, Harry has his mum and stepdad, and my mum and sister are coming, which is of course rattling, you want them to be proud of you,” Louis said, leaning back on the couch.

Harry paused for a moment, “Wait, which sister?”

“Y/N, she’s finished with school, so mum let her come down, she’s ecstatic,” Louis smiled and Harry nodded, trying to keep a straight face for the camera.

He had never met you, he’s only heard stories from Louis, and seen pictures that his mum always sent him of all the girls.

He thought you were adorable, who wouldn’t? He wouldn’t call it a crush, he hadn’t even met you. However, there was definitely something about you that drew him near you.

Once you had gotten inside, Karen insisted on going to buy something. The concert was starting in a few minutes, so there weren’t many people at the tables, most already in their seats.

She was beaming, looking at all of the stuff with her son’s face on it, your mother bearing a similar smile. Karen spotted the cardboard cutouts of the boys. And her eyes lit up.

She rushed to buy one, your mother chuckling, but you could tell she was contemplating on buying one herself.

The pair began to walk away, the camera crew following them, but you stayed behind, stepping up to the cashier.

Your mother must’ve noticed you weren’t there, as seconds later she was at your side, rubbing your arm lightly.

“Whatcha buying?” She asked, humming as she moved her hand to your upper back.

You felt yourself flush as you ordered the Harry cutout. Your mother was laughing her arse off, clutching her stomach as she doubled over.

You felt embarrassed, but understood her reaction. Karen turned around to see the commotion and saw the cashier handing you the Harry cutout. She gave a light chuckle and waved you both over.

Your mother pretended to wipe a tear from her cheek, smirking at you, “Aw, my baby’s in love!” She teased and you bit your lip.

“Shut up,” you mumbled weakly.

The camera crew saw the interaction, getting the whole thing on tape. As you passed the camera, you gave it a small, awkward smile, stuffing the Harry under your arm.

The show was amazing, you didn’t expect any less.

The boys were energetic, entertaining the audience as they jumped and ran around the stage, clearly enjoying themselves.

You were placed in the front, along with the other mothers and Robin, Harry’s step-father. During Louis’ solos, you and your mother would cheer the loudest, the others doing the same for their respective child.

Each boy came to wave to all of you, grinning as they sang. Louis just made a funny face at you and your mother, almost missing his cue.

The other boys did similar things, running to wave while they were singing, but Harry hadn’t come over yet, something that was clearly disturbing Anne.

During a brief break in between songs, Harry came to sit on the edge of the stage in front of all of you. The fans surrounding you all were screaming, some laughing when he gave a bashful wave.

He brought the microphone to his mouth, interrupting Liam’s monologue.

“That’s my mummy!” He pointed to Anne, making her giggle as he bounced up and down where he sat. “Hi mummy!” He yelled, giving an over enthusiastic wave, the audience loving every second.

A grin spread across your face, watching the interaction warmed your heart. Anne was loving it, she blew Harry a kiss, and he caught it, pressing it to kiss cheek.

“I love you mum,” he said, seriously. The audience and all the boys on stage letting out a sweet ‘aw’.

“I love you, Hazza!” Anne tried to yell above the audience, her voice being drowned out, but Harry understood her perfectly.

He turned his attention to the rest of you, “Hi everyone!” He waved again, his grin still just as wide. His eyes scanned over each of you, and his met yours. “Y/N? You’re Lou’s sister, right?” He asked and you nodded, trying to ignore your mum poking your arm. “Damn!” He yelled and you felt yourself gaping, Louis standing up quickly.

“Excuse me?” He asked, in mock offense.

Harry realized his mistake, “No, no, no! That came out wrong,” he turned to you, “I didn’t mean any disrespect, I just mean that I imagined you being like,” he held up his hand a few feet off the ground, “this tall based on how Lou described you, and that is certainly not the case,” he affirmed and Louis playfully rolled his eyes.

“Sure,” he dragged it out, “I’m sure that’s what you meant,” he joked, and Harry stood, brushing off his bum.

“Anyways! On with the show!”

—

A few months later, the boys sat huddled around a table in the film director’s conference room.

The film was finally completed, and the boys were invited to watch it and suggest changes. The boys were a bit into the film now, mostly taking the piss out of it and teasing each other.

Then came the footage from Madison Square Garden.

The boys stayed silent the whole time that the mothers were speaking, being quiet for the first time since the film started.

After showing the mothers’ thoughts on them performing at MSG, it cut to the interviews backstage. It was mostly just the boys’ preparation. Harry and Louis’ interview showed up, and the teasing started right up again.

“Louis, did you see the way his face lit up when you mentioned Y/N?” Liam said through laughter, Zayn and Niall laughing with him.

Harry was glaring at the boys, trying to avoid looking at Louis, a furious blush coating his cheeks. Louis was trying to hide his smile, looking at Harry out of the corner of his eye.

Truth was, he didn’t mind at all. Sure, it was a little weird, but he knew Harry, and Louis knew about your little crush on him, your mum had told him about it and had even sent pictures of the Harry cutout, now set up in your room. He would rather you date Harry than some random kid from Doncaster. You and Harry would work well together, he may even dare to say you were perfect for each other. There was only one problem; you hadn’t met.

The boys had finally calmed down and the rest of the film continued. While Liam and Niall were talking about the time they had to be smuggled through a bread van, Louis took his chance. He leaned over, catching Harry’s attention, “Don’t listen to them, if I’m being honest with you, I wouldn’t mind if you dated my sister,” he whispered, Harry immediately getting flustered.

“I, what? I don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re mad,” Harry mumbled and Louis chuckled, patting Harry’s knee.

“It’s alright lad, no need to explain yourself.”

The topic wasn’t brought up again until the movie came out.

Well, it technically hadn’t come out yet. Each boy was allowed to stream it at their home, they were sent digital copies. Louis had invited you over to watch it a week before it officially came out, and of course you had said yes.

You decided to spend the week with him, needing a break from managing the house with your mother. You had felt guilty, seeing as it was now her alone, Mark had left early on in your brother’s departure. Although, Dan, her new fiancé, was there to help out a bit.

You pulled up outside his apartment building, parking and grabbing your bag from the passenger’s seat. You made your way into the apartment, keeping your head down as you knocked on the door.

Louis opened it, throwing his arms open with a large grin on his face. You set your bag down, giggling as you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

“I missed you,” you mumbled into his chest.

“I missed you too,” he said, swaying with you in the doorway for a moment. He pulled away, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I hope you don’t mind, but I invited someone else over too!”

“I don’t mind,” you said, squinting at your brother, why was he being so cheeky about it?

“Great! Alright, come on in! Harry’s on the couch, and before we watch the film, we’re gonna watch interviews!” He ushered you inside, grabbing your bag.

You stopped once you had entered the house, turning back to Louis, “Hold, go back there for a second, did you say Harry’s here?” You asked, quickly panicking.

You were answered by a voice behind you, “Louis, is your guest…” Harry trailed off as you turned around. He gaped for a moment, clearing his throat quickly, “Oh, uhm, hi Y/N, Louis didn’t say you were coming,” his eyes left you to quickly glance at Louis.

“Hi,” you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek.

It was quiet for a few moments, and Louis interjected, “Ready to watch the interviews?” He asked, not even waiting for an answer as he dragged both of you to the living room.

He sat down on the couch, pulling you and Harry on either side of him. “They sent me a weird version they made that has the interviews first, and the movie immediately after,” he leaned over and picked up a napkin he had set on the table.

On it were two times stamps, one that was pretty early on, and one that was presumably later in the film. He scrolled on the TV for a moment, getting the setting right and pressing start once the DVD was processed.

He began to fast forward through most of the interviews, you were a bit confused when he came to a stop in the middle of the interviews. You were about to say something, but he turned the volume all the way up, pressing play.

“If you had to set up your sister with one of the band, and you could trust them, who would it be?” The interviewer asked, leaning forwards as she spoke.

Liam and Zayn erupted, “None, none of them!” They both chided, clear looks of disgust on their face.

Louis sat contemplating for a moment, both Liam and Zayn looking at him with knowing smiles, “I have an ideal pair in mind, I’m not going to verify who, the lads already know who it is, my sister doesn’t, but I’ve got a plan,” he smirked, nodding enthusiastically.

The Louis next to you looked at his napkin again, fast forwarding it again, this time you were sat for a little bit longer, the tension in the room growing thicker. Both you and Harry had a feeling that he was talking about you guys, but neither of you dared say anything.

He unpaused it again, this time it was the actual film, iit showed you and your mum, along with Karen, it was the MSG footage.

You began panicking, trying to grab the remote from Louis, “Louis, Louis, turn it off, turn it off!” You yelled as you tackled him, reaching for the remote he was holding high.

He ducked to his side, quickly stuffing the remote down his trousers as the film continued playing. He gave you a triumphant smirk, but you narrowed your eyes, “don’t think I won’t look in there,” you threatened, and he shot up, running to the washroom, giggling the whole way.

You let out a grunt of defeat, collapsing on the couch and shrinking in on yourself, hiding your face in your hands. “Oh god, ‘m so so sorry Harry,” you grumbled, sinking further into the couch.

Harry let out a low chuckle, “It’s alright, love. I’ve already seen the movie,” he admitted and you let out an exasperated sigh.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

“Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about,” he assured, you felt him put his hand on your knee, making you flush even further. “In fact, if the roles were reversed, I probably would’ve bought a cutout of you too,” he began rubbing a small circle on your knee.

You removed your hands from your face at his confession, looking at him in confusion, “Wait, really?”

“Of course! When we first got together as a band, you called Louis, and he stepped outside for a minute to talk to you, when he got back, he had the biggest smile on his face. At first we thought that it was a girl he’d been talking to, but then he told us it was his sister, and I just had to know more about the girl who made him smile that big. He began talking about you, and about your other family of course, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how he described you, then he showed me pictures, and you just blew me away, as cheeky as it sounds,” he laughed lightly, your eyes traced his profile, “then I saw you at MSG, and I was even more shocked, you were much more mature than the last picture Louis had showed us. I couldn’t stop thinking about the girl who smiled brighter than sun, the one who loved her family more than anything, the one who could make anyone laugh just by speaking, and I hadn’t even met you! But now I’ve actually met you, and even seeing you wrestled with Louis earlier, it confirmed everything I already thought.” He paused, his eyes opening quickly, “I-Uhm, if you don’t like any of that, you can just ignore all of it.”

You sat in disbelief, joy overwhelming you, “Wait, so you like me?”

“I mean, yeah, if that whole speech wasn’t convincing enough, I can show you my diary,” he offered, and you put a finger to his lips.

“As tempting as that is, I really want to kiss you right now, is that alright?” You asked, scooting closer to him on the couch.

“Yeah, that would be amazing,” he giggled, placing his hand on your cheek as your lips met.

It was awkward at first, you were both angled on the couch, neither position comfortable. You shifted closer, slowly crawling onto his lap, quickly pulling away to make sure it was okay with him. When he gave you a subtle nod, you connected your lips again, his sweet, oddly sugary, plush lips. You ran your fingers through his curls, quickly tangling them. He put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him as you continued to kiss. It was heavenly, everything you had ever dreamed of. Of course, your paradise had to be interrupted by something.

“Oi Oi!” Louis yelled from the hallway, “I get you like each other and all, but this is my couch, come on lads!” He complained, causing you to hurry off of Harry’s lap, taking a seat beside him. He playfully scoffed, pointing a finger at you, “Now, I’m going to get some food from the kitchen, no snogging while I’m gone!” He demanded as he walked out of the room.

You and Harry giggle to yourself, he turned to you, a playful smile adorning his face, “y’know, now that I’m dating a Tomlinson, maybe the Larries will finally back off,” he joked, earning a chuckle from you.

“Oh darling, you’re forgetting one thing,” you chided, he turned to you, obviously confused. “I’m the biggest Larrie of them all,” you teased.

“Oh shut it!” Both he and Louis yelled.

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MASTERLIST

Started: 04/19/20 

Last Updated: 11/7/20

Total works: 29

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ONE DIRECTION

Series:

Best Friend! Reader x One Direction Series - A series in which Y/n is the boys’ best friend along the years.

Liam Payne

One Shots:

At Dawn - In which she has period cramps but thankfully Liam is there to make the pain go away.

Our Baby - In which she’s pregnant and he’s her best friend but he will never leave her.

Niall Horan

One Shots:

Complete - In which he realises that he loves her.

The World Just Wants Us to Have Babies - In which they're are spotted with Louis’ son and the world wants them to have babies.

You want a baby, baby? - In which he wants a baby and you are afraid he’ll replace you.

Zayn Malik

One Shots:

When you’re in pain - In which Y/n’s wisdom teeth are removed and Zayn is preoccupied.

Promise Me - In which Y/n decides that if her live doesn’t involve him then she doesn’t want it.

Louis Tomlinson

One Shots:

Since We Were Eighteen - In which he’s getting married but not with her. Louis Tomlinson x famous!reader. pt1 - pt2 

The Better One - In which Louis leaves Y/n for her sister. pt1 - pt2

Harry Styles

One Shots:

What a Beautiful Name - In which when she turns sixteen the date of the day she’ll meet her soulmate is tattooed on her wrist. Soulmates AU!

A Natural - In which she’s scared but a certain five year old seems to make her forget and Harry can swear she’s a natural.

Series:

Just Like Family - In which their siblings are dating and Y/n has a secret crush on Harry. High-School!Harry x reader.

[abiiors]

(louis tomlinson x vee reader handwritten fanfic you will always be famous to me)

i think this might be the single realest thing you've ever said thank u for your service 🙏🏻

no i was so sure that 22 year old louis tomlinson was going to take one look at 14 year old me and fall in love with me and rail me to within an inch of my life. i was very active on wattpad then can you tell???

years later he is now 32 and his alleged gf is almost my age which is a cosmic fucking joke