#pack harry x louis

[rebelelegance]

Stars and Scars

Planet drummer!reader Part two - of Back to You

Summary: It’s been 8 months. You’re on tour and Zayn finally decides to talk to you. TW: Toxic/abusive parents and slight mentions of self harm Pairing: One direction boys x fem!reader A/N: I guess it’s time we bring this baby back up! I do not own any of the characters except reader and her parents. These are fake scenarios and certain things will be tweaked a little to fit the story line. Tags: @st-ev-ie @lovecarsgoingvroom @exclusiverinaa

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Your phone was buzzing, over and over, the name flashing on your screen. The room was dead silent as the boys watched your face. You hadn’t been home in 8 months. You’d ignored all the angry texts and calls for the first couple of months. After your first show, you’d finally answered their call. Only to be yelled at and hung up on. And now they were calling you again. You didn’t go back home that night. You’d caught on to the beat pretty quick and after practicing for a few hours, you had decided you wanted to stay. Not just because you were excited to go on tour with the boys, but because you felt…normal around them. And safe. And wanted. So you stayed. You went back the next day when you knew your parents were at work, packed everything that you thought was important, and never looked back.

And now here you were. Staring at the screen as “Mom” flashed on it, nervously wringing your hands and bouncing your leg. “Y/N-” Zayn whispered, watching your face carefully. “Love, you should answer it. We’re right here. We’ll drag you out if it goes south. We promise,” Harry soothed, the other boys humming in agreement. You looked at them, then back at your screen, breathing out slowly as you reached for your phone. Hands shaking, you answered it, placing it on speaker and leaving it on the table. “Hello?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N. When are you coming back home?” your mother asked. Her voice was rigid, and too calm and collected for your comfort. No ‘how are you’ or ‘where are you’. “Why?” you asked, anger and pain building up inside you. You felt Zayn put his hand on your thigh, and rub it gently. You put your hand on his, and he took it into both hands, rubbing his finger over your knuckles. It was something he used to do for you before he left for the X-Factor. He still remembered.

“What do you mean why? We are your family. You better be back tomorrow. I don’t care if you’ve found your calling or whatever quote you’re gonna throw at me. We will not allow this. Get your mind out of the gutter and get back, and maybe we’ll forgive you for being so selflish.”

And the line disconnected.

You froze. Staring at the phone. Zayn’s grip on your hand tightened, gently pulling you towards him, until your head was resting on his shoulder, one arm wrapped around you as the other held on to your hand, his head leaning on yours gently. Before you even understood what was happening, the boys had gotten up from their seats, surrounding you. Harry hugged you from the other side, his head resting on your shoulder, Liam and Louis sat in front of you, hands and chins resting on your knees, as Niall hugged you from behind, pulling Harry and Zayn even closer to you in the process.

And for the first time in months, your tears overflowed. As empty as you felt because of your parents. Your friends made you feel more at home than you ever had. After a few minutes of quiet comfort, you started to sit up right, the boys moving away a little bit, to give you some space. “They can do whatever they want. I’m not going back.” You declared. No one said a word. You stood up. “Excuse me. I need a minute.”

—----------------------------------------- Harry was worried about you. He knew the others were too but he just couldn’t get himself to do anything. You hadn’t eaten, and no one even knew where you were. Except him. On a particularly rough night of the tour, he’d snuck away to the hotel balcony to gaze up at the stars. And you’d been there. You both had laughed and talked for hours. And ever since, when something was wrong, he’d meet you outside, gazing at the stars. So when it was almost midnight and you still hadn’t come back to your room, and all the boys started visibly panicking, Harry said he knew where you were and that he’d check on you. Did he notice the way Zayn’s face dropped? Perhaps. Did he know why? No. He was too worried about you to care. He made his way outside the shared apartment, walking all the way to the back to see you sitting on the grass, gazing up at the dark sky.

“Hey Star,” he called. The five of them had given you that nickname after realizing how obsessed you were with those tiny balls of light. “Hi Harry,” you called back softly, turning to him as he sat down next to you.

You both sat there for a few minutes in silence, as Harry just looked at you, trying to read into your eyes. “My scars are starting to fade,” you whispered, looking down at your arms. Harry followed your gaze, a slight pain in his chest at the mention of them. Your scars had indeed started to get lighter. “Are you happy then?” he asked, eyes back to searching your face. You didn’t say anything for a minute, before slowly nodding your head. “Yeah, I am. I don’t want to let them affect how I see myself anymore,” you cleared your throat, looking back up at the sky.

Harry didn’t know for sure if you meant your scars, or your parents by them. But he has a feeling it was both.

“So…to a new chapter then?” Harry asked, looking up at the sky.

Just as the light on your watch lit up to signal midnight, you nodded, “To a new chapter.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now....

[niallerspayno]

Troublemaker - Part 2

Masterlist

You and Liam announce your new relationship while you continue to heal. Can you go the distance? Or will you turn into someone you no longer recognise?

Tags: Liam x reader, angst, smut, some fluff

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

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The tour bus feels different these days. Liam has practically glued himself to your side since the sprain, always there with an ice pack, a supportive hand, or a stern reminder to “stay off that ankle.”

“Liam, I’m fine,” you say for what feels like the hundredth time as he insists on helping you into the greenroom before soundcheck.

“And you’ll stay fine if you let me help,” he retorts, his arm steady around your waist.

The other boys are sprawled on couches inside, Niall strumming his guitar while Harry and Zayn are deep in a card game.

“Ah, here comes Nurse Payne,” Niall teases, plucking a dramatic chord.

“More like overprotective bodyguard,” Harry adds, grinning.

Liam ignores them, settling you onto the couch with your leg propped up on a cushion. He hands you a water bottle, and his soft smile makes the teasing worth it.

Louis, however, is pacing.

“This is so boring,” he announces, throwing himself dramatically into a chair. “We haven’t caused any chaos in days.”

“I’m recovering, Louis,” you remind him, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, and apparently dating Buzzkill Payne now,” he shoots back, though his tone is more playful than biting.

Liam gives him a look but doesn’t rise to the bait.

“Come on, someone,” Louis continues, looking around the room. “Zayn? Fancy switching teams and becoming my new partner-in-crime?”

Zayn doesn’t even look up from his cards. “Hard pass, mate.”

Louis groans, turning to Niall. “You, then. You’ve got that mischievous glint in your eye.”

Niall grins but shakes his head. “Nah, I like watching you two wreak havoc too much. It’s more fun from the sidelines.”

Louis slumps dramatically. “What about you, Harry?”

Harry leans back in his chair, smirking. “I’m more of a chaos observer. Sorry, Lou.”

It’s clear Louis feels a little lost. He tries roping the others into small pranks over the next few days—swapping Liam’s protein powder for flour, rearranging Harry’s curls while he naps—but it’s not the same without you.

Eventually, he plops down next to you during a quiet moment, his usual energy replaced by a rare seriousness.

“I miss you,” he admits, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“I’m still here, Lou,” you say, bumping his shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, but it’s different now,” he mumbles. “You’re with him”—he jerks his thumb toward Liam, who’s a few feet away setting up snacks—“and you’re hurt. It’s like I’ve lost my chaos buddy.”

You take his hand, squeezing it. “You haven’t lost me, Louis. It’s just... things are changing. But I promise, as soon as I’m back on my feet, we’re taking Liam down together.”

Louis brightens at that, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “You mean it?”

“Of course.”

“Better not let him hear that,” he whispers conspiratorially, glancing at Liam.

“Let me hear what?” Liam asks, appearing at your side with impeccable timing.

“Nothing!” you and Louis say in unison, exchanging a grin that feels like old times.

Liam sighs, shaking his head, but the fond smile tugging at his lips says he knows exactly what he’s in for.

...

The next week brings slow but steady progress with your recovery. Liam remains as attentive as ever, helping you with every small task—even ones you insist you can manage yourself.

“I can tie my own shoe, Liam,” you say, exasperated, as he kneels at your feet before rehearsal.

“Not with a sprain, you can’t,” he counters, his hands deftly working the laces. His tone is firm, but the softness in his eyes betrays him. “Just let me help, alright?”

You sigh but let him finish, catching Louis watching the interaction from across the room. His expression is unreadable, and he quickly looks away when you meet his gaze.

Later, you find him perched on the edge of the stage, staring out at the rows of empty seats.

“Hey,” you say, hobbling over with your crutches.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he quips, but there’s no real bite to it.

“Resting is boring,” you reply, sitting beside him. “What’s up?”

Louis shrugs, his gaze still distant. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

He hesitates before answering. “You and Liam. It’s weird, you know? Good weird, I guess. But still weird.”

You nudge him with your shoulder. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he says, glancing at you. “It’s just... we used to be this unstoppable duo, causing chaos wherever we went. And now you’re, like, all grown up or something.”

You laugh. “I’m not grown up, Lou. I’m just... balancing things better. You’ll always be my partner-in-crime.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

That seems to reassure him, and he gives you a small grin. “Alright. But if Liam ever steps out of line, you let me know. I’ll take him down.”

“Deal.”

As the days pass, Louis gradually warms to the new dynamic. He even starts teaming up with Liam to help you—though not without some playful grumbling. One evening, the three of you are in the greenroom when Louis smirks and says, “You know, Payne, for a guy who used to lecture me about not encouraging her, you’re doing a terrible job.”

“Someone has to keep you two in check,” Liam replies, handing you an ice pack.

Louis rolls his eyes. “You’re not keeping anything in check, mate. You’re enabling her.”

“And yet you’re still jealous,” you tease, throwing a pillow at him.

Louis catches it with a grin. “Damn right I am.”

...

The night is quiet on the tour bus, the hum of the engine lulling most of the boys to sleep. But your ankle aches just enough to keep you awake, and Liam, true to form, is awake with you.

You’re curled up on the small couch in the lounge area, his arm draped around your shoulders as you rest your head against his chest. The warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his breathing—it’s enough to make the dull throb of your ankle fade into the background.

“You know,” you murmur, breaking the silence, “you don’t have to do all this.”

Liam tilts his head down to look at you, his brows furrowing slightly. “All what?”

“This.” You gesture vaguely, your hand brushing against his chest. “Taking care of me. Hovering.”

He scoffs softly, his hand moving to gently rub your arm. “Hovering? I think you mean being a decent boyfriend.”

The word boyfriend hangs in the air between you, and your heart skips a beat. It’s the first time he’s said it out loud, and the way it rolls off his tongue so naturally makes your chest ache in the best way.

“Boyfriend, huh?” you tease, tilting your head to look up at him, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Liam doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah. You’ve got a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” you say, your voice softening. “It sounds... perfect.”

His eyes search yours, a flicker of something tender and vulnerable crossing his face. “You mean the world to me,” he says, his voice low but steady. “I’m not just going to sit back and watch you struggle. I care about you too much for that.”

For a moment, you’re lost in the warmth of his gaze, the sincerity in his words making your heart feel like it might burst. Before you can overthink it, you lean up and press your lips to his.

The kiss is slow and sweet, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek as he deepens it just enough to leave you breathless. When you finally pull back, his forehead rests against yours, a small, content smile playing on his lips.

“Girlfriend,” he murmurs, almost to himself, as if testing the word again.

You grin, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. “Boyfriend.”

Liam chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you closer. “Guess we make a pretty good team, huh?”

“The best,” you reply, snuggling into his embrace.

In that moment, the ache in your ankle doesn’t matter. All that matters is the warmth of Liam’s arms around you and the quiet realisation that, with him, you’ve found something truly special.

...

A couple of weeks have passed since your ankle injury, and you’re finally feeling like yourself again. The limp is nearly gone, and you’re back to your usual antics with Louis, much to Liam’s exasperation—and quiet relief that you’re healing.

But while the band’s dynamic feels as solid as ever, things are shifting behind the scenes.

Management calls a meeting, pulling you and Liam aside before rehearsals. The tone is tense from the moment you walk into the room.

“We’ve noticed some... developments,” one of the execs starts, his words as sharp as his tailored suit. “Between the two of you.”

You glance at Liam, who straightens in his seat, his jaw tightening.

“And?” Liam asks, his voice calm but clipped.

“This relationship,” the exec continues, gesturing vaguely between you, “it’s a risk. The band’s success depends on a unified image. Relationships within the group can create distractions, tension—potentially divide the fanbase.”

Your stomach churns. “So, what? You want us to pretend we’re not together?”

“We’re asking you to consider what’s best for the band,” another manager chimes in, her tone saccharine but no less cutting. “Sometimes personal feelings have to take a back seat to professional responsibilities.”

Liam leans forward, his elbows resting on the table as his eyes narrow. “What’s best for the band is that we’re happy and working well together. And we are. So, I don’t see the problem.”

The room falls silent for a moment, the weight of their disapproval settling heavily in the air.

Paul clears his throat from the corner of the room. “I think you’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”

The managers turn to him, and he shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “They’ve always worked well together, and they still do. If anything, they’re even more in sync now. Trying to force them apart? That’s what’ll cause problems.”

You exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, grateful for Paul’s quiet support. But the execs aren’t done.

“This isn’t just about the band,” the first one says, his voice dropping lower. “The media has already picked up on this. Fan speculation is through the roof, and while a majority seem supportive, there’s already some backlash. If this gets out of control, it could hurt the group’s image—and yours.”

“Then let us handle it,” Liam says firmly.

“And how do you plan to do that?”

“With honesty,” Liam replies, his voice steady. “We’re not hiding, but we’re not flaunting it either. If people have a problem with us being together, that’s on them. Not us.”

Your chest tightens at his words. His unwavering support in the face of their attempts to divide you feels like an anchor in a storm.

When the meeting ends, the tension still lingers, but Paul pulls you aside as the others leave.

“For what it’s worth,” he says quietly, “I think you two are good for each other. Don’t let them scare you into thinking otherwise.”

You nod, giving him a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Paul.”

As you and Liam head back to rehearsals, his hand brushes against yours before he laces your fingers together, ignoring the questioning looks from the rest of the team.

“You okay?” he asks softly, glancing down at you.

You nod, squeezing his hand. “As long as we’re together, yeah.”

He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

...

The meeting with management lingers in your mind as you and Liam rejoin the boys in the rehearsal room. They’re sprawled across the space, instruments and props scattered around. Louis is perched on a stool, absentmindedly tossing a stress ball to Harry, while Zayn and Niall argue over who has the better ping-pong skills.

The moment you and Liam step in, their heads turn, and Louis’s face lights up.

“Finally! I thought you two got kidnapped by Paul or something,” Louis exclaims, hopping off the stool. His eyes narrow, a teasing smirk spreading across his face. “Wait, did they pull you aside for a lecture about PDA? Should we all be taking notes?”

Niall snickers. “Wouldn’t put it past them.”

You and Liam exchange a glance, and before you can stop yourself, the words tumble out. “Actually, it was worse. They think we’re a threat to the band.”

The room goes silent for a beat before Harry lets out a low whistle. “Wow. Dramatic, even for them.”

“Did they seriously say that?” Zayn asks, his brows furrowing.

Liam nods, his jaw tight. “They’re worried it’ll mess with the band’s image or some nonsense.”

Louis steps closer, crossing his arms. “And what did you say to that?”

You grin, nudging Liam with your elbow. “Liam basically told them to shove it.”

“That’s my boy!” Louis exclaims, clapping Liam on the back with enough force to make him stumble. “Daddy Directioner standing up to the big bad bosses—love to see it.”

“They weren’t wrong about one thing, though,” you say, flashing Louis a mischievous smile. “I am a menace.”

Louis’s eyes light up, and he throws his arm around your shoulders. “And thank God for that. I’ve been lost without my partner-in-crime. Niall’s no fun, Zayn’s too cool for my antics, and Harry...” He pauses, glancing at Harry, who’s lazily spinning in a chair. “Well, he tries, but it’s not the same.”

“I’m hurt, Louis,” Harry says, feigning offense.

“Don’t be,” Louis replies cheerfully. “Now that Y/N’s back in action, the chaos quota is officially restored.”

Liam groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh, great. Just what we need.”

“Oh, come on, Payne,” you tease, stepping out of Louis’s hold to face him. “You know you missed us causing trouble.”

“I missed you,” Liam says, his voice low enough that it’s meant just for you. Then, louder, he adds, “The trouble? Not so much.”

“You love it,” you say with a grin.

The other boys exchange knowing looks, and Harry raises a brow. “So... does this mean you two are, like, official now?”

You hesitate for a second, glancing at Liam, who gives you a small nod before turning back to the group.

“Yeah,” Liam says simply. “We are.”

There’s a collective sigh of relief, followed by Niall’s cheerful, “Finally!”

Zayn smirks. “Thought we’d have to lock you two in a room to sort this out.”

Louis, on the other hand, looks slightly put out. “So, what? You’re ditching me for him now?”

You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand. “Louis, you’ll always be my chaos buddy. Liam’s just... the calm to my storm.”

Louis brightens immediately, turning to Liam with a triumphant grin. “Hear that? You’re the boring one.”

Liam groans, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips as the boys erupt into laughter.

...

The media whirlwind around your relationship with Liam grows louder as the tour continues. While most fans are supportive, there’s a vocal minority who aren’t as kind.

Some tabloids run stories about you being a distraction, while others speculate about the band’s dynamics. Social media is a mixed bag—one moment filled with adorable edits of you and Liam, the next flooded with comments from fans who had shipped you with Louis for years.

You scroll through your phone in the quiet of your hotel room, heart sinking as you read: “She’s ruining the band’s chemistry.” “What about Louis? Their friendship was perfect—this ruins it!” “Liam deserves someone who actually loves him, not someone who flirts with everyone.”

You toss your phone onto the bed, frustrated tears stinging your eyes.

Louis knocks on the open doorframe, holding up two bottles of soda. “Thought you might need a pick-me-up.”

You force a smile. “Thanks, Lou.”

He plops down on the bed next to you, handing you a bottle. “So... are we going to talk about the storm cloud hanging over your head, or are you going to keep pretending everything’s fine?”

You sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. “People think I’m ruining the band. They think I’m coming between you and Liam. Some of them even think I should’ve picked you instead.”

Louis snorts. “Picked me? That’s ridiculous. We’re practically siblings.”

“I know that. You know that. But some people don’t see it that way.”

“Well, they’re idiots,” he says bluntly. “Besides, you and Liam make sense. He’s boring enough to keep you grounded, and you’re wild enough to stop him from turning into a full-time dad.”

You laugh softly, but the ache in your chest doesn’t go away. “It’s just... hard, you know? I didn’t expect all of this.”

Louis wraps an arm around you. “You’ve got me, okay? And the boys. You’re not going through this alone.”

...

Later that night, Liam finds you in the rehearsal room, where you’ve been sitting alone, strumming a guitar to clear your head.

“Hey,” he says, stepping inside.

“Hey,” you reply, not looking up.

He hesitates before sitting down across from you. “You’ve been quiet today.”

“Just tired,” you say, your voice clipped.

Liam doesn’t buy it. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Louis lately.”

You put the guitar down, frowning. “And what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” he says quickly, then adds, “It’s just... every time something’s wrong, you go to him instead of me.”

“Because he doesn’t make me feel like this!” you snap, your frustration spilling over.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m doing something wrong!”

Liam’s eyes widen, taken aback. “I’ve never said that.”

“You don’t have to, Liam. You’re always tense, always worried about what people will say or think. I get enough of that from everyone else—I don’t need it from you, too.”

He looks away, his jaw tight. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“And I’m trying to breathe!”

The silence that follows is deafening, the weight of your words hanging heavily between you.

“I love you,” he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “But sometimes, it feels like you don’t trust me enough to let me help you.”

You swallow hard, your throat tight. “I love you too, Liam. But I can’t keep feeling like I’m walking on eggshells around you.”

Liam stands, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe we both need some space to figure this out.”

The words cut deeper than you expect, but you nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

As he walks away, you’re left staring at the guitar in your lap, wondering how everything got so complicated so quickly.

...

The knock on Louis’ hotel room door is frantic, and when he swings it open, his stomach drops at the sight of you.

You’re swaying slightly, eyes glassy, clutching a half-empty bottle of vodka from the minibar.

“Y/N?” he asks, stepping aside to let you in. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I needed you,” you slur, brushing past him into the room.

Louis closes the door and turns to face you, arms crossed. “Are you drunk?”

You spin to face him, a lopsided grin on your face. “Maybe a little.”

“A little?” He raises an eyebrow, snatching the bottle from your hand. “This is empty enough to say otherwise. What’s going on?”

You flop onto the edge of his bed, burying your face in your hands. “I screwed everything up, Lou. Liam hates me. He thinks I don’t trust him. But I do. I do! I just...” You trail off, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Louis sits beside you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. “Hey, slow down. Start from the beginning.”

You look up at him, your eyes shining with tears and something else—something that makes his stomach twist. “It’s just... you’re always there, you know? You’ve always been the one I can count on.”

“Yeah, well, that’s my job as your honorary brother,” he quips, trying to lighten the mood.

But you’re not laughing. Instead, you lean closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. “What if it’s more than that?”

Louis stiffens. “Y/N...”

“You get me, Lou,” you murmur, your hand brushing his knee. “You’re the one who’s always here when I need someone. Maybe it should’ve been you all along.”

He shakes his head, panic flashing across his face. “You don’t mean that. You’re drunk, and you’re upset. This isn’t you.”

“It feels real,” you insist, leaning in until your lips are just inches from his.

For a moment, Louis hesitates. But then he pulls back, gently gripping your shoulders to put distance between you. “No. Y/N, stop. You love Liam. You’re just hurting right now, and you’re looking for an escape. But this isn’t it.”

The words slice through your drunken haze like a knife, and the reality of what you almost did crashes over you. You cover your mouth with your hands, a sob escaping. “Oh my God, Louis, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he says softly, letting go of your shoulders. “But you need to pull yourself together, yeah? You can’t let one fight with Liam make you spiral like this. He loves you, even if he’s rubbish at showing it sometimes.”

You nod, tears streaming down your face. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” he says with a small smile. “Now, come on. Let’s get you some water and put you to bed before you do something else you’ll regret.”

As he helps you up and guides you back to your room, the weight of your actions lingers heavily in the air. You know you’ll have to face Liam soon—and the thought terrifies you—but for now, you’re grateful Louis was there to stop you from crossing a line you couldn’t uncross.

...

Liam knocks softly on your hotel room door, his heart racing as he stands on the other side, unsure of how you'll react after everything that happened earlier. You haven’t been answering his texts or calls, and he’s felt the distance between you both growing since your argument. But now, he’s here, determined to make things right.

When you open the door, you’re standing there in one of his old t-shirts, hair messy, looking so effortlessly beautiful, and yet, he can see the weariness in your eyes. The tension between you both is palpable. You’ve both been avoiding talking about what happened, but now, it’s time to face it.

“Can we talk?” Liam’s voice is softer than usual, vulnerable even. He’s not used to feeling like this, unsure of what to say, how to fix what’s broken. But he needs to. He’s not ready to lose you.

You don’t say anything at first, just step aside to let him in, and he follows you into the room. The door clicks shut behind him, and the silence hangs heavy in the air. You both sit on the edge of the bed, not touching, but the distance between you feels even more immense than it should.

“I shouldn’t have gotten so angry,” Liam starts, his voice low and careful. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you couldn’t turn to me or like I was holding you back. It’s just... I care about you so much, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

You look at him, your heart aching. You’ve been avoiding talking to him, but hearing him say that, it hits you right in the chest. The anger from earlier starts to fade, replaced with a tenderness you’ve been longing for.

“I didn’t mean to push you away,” you finally speak, your voice shaky but genuine. “I was just confused. I thought I was losing you too, in a way. I never meant for all of this to happen, for us to drift apart.”

Liam takes a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently touch yours. The warmth of his touch is enough to send a jolt through you, a reminder of how much you missed him, of how much you needed him. The moment feels like the world has stopped, leaving just the two of you in this tiny hotel room.

“You haven’t lost me,” he whispers, his forehead resting against yours for a moment, the soft contact making you close your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

His hand slides from yours to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as if he’s memorizing the feel of you. You can see the sincerity in his eyes, the vulnerability that he rarely shows, and it makes your heart swell.

Before you can say anything else, Liam kisses you, slow at first, as if he’s savoring every moment. His lips are gentle, but there’s something deeper beneath the surface, a longing that has been building between you both for far too long. As the kiss deepens, the tension between you both intensifies, and you can feel how much he wants this, wants you, just as much as you’ve wanted him.

But this time, it’s different. Liam isn’t the one holding back. He takes control.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer with a gentle force. He deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, and you can feel the change in him. He’s no longer the one trying to keep things light and playful. This time, he’s taking charge, and you can’t help but let him.

You gasp into his mouth as his other hand moves to your waist, pushing you back onto the bed with an ease that takes you by surprise. Your hands tremble as they reach for his shirt, tugging it up slightly, wanting to feel more of him. But Liam pulls away just for a moment, his breath heavy, eyes searching yours.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice rough with desire. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping.”

Your heart races, and for the first time, you don’t feel like you need to be the one in control. You want him, need him, and the words slip out before you can stop them. “Yes. I want this. I want you.”

Liam’s eyes darken, and that’s all the confirmation he needs. He kisses you again, more urgently this time, as if he’s finally letting go of all the restraint he’s been holding onto. His lips are everywhere—your neck, your jaw, your lips again—and you can feel his hands roaming, exploring, making you burn with need.

He pushes you further back onto the bed, his body pressing against yours in a way that makes everything else feel distant, unimportant. All that matters is the heat building between you both, the way he’s taking control, and the way you’re letting go, giving yourself to him completely.

“You’re mine now,” Liam mutters between kisses, his voice husky and possessive, sending shivers through your body.

You can feel the weight of his words as if they were a promise, a claim on you that sends a thrill of warmth rushing through your veins. The way his body presses closer, every inch of him surrounding you, feels like a declaration. There’s no room for doubt, no space for hesitation—just the certainty that this is where you both belong.

Liam’s hands move with purpose now, as if he’s memorizing every curve of your body, and the raw hunger in his touch makes your pulse race. His lips leave a trail of fire along your jawline and down your neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin there, making you gasp in response. He pulls away for just a moment, his lips hovering over yours, both of you panting, hearts beating erratically.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, each word dripping with desire. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t stop wanting you.”

You don’t respond with words; you don’t need to. Instead, you pull him back to you, crashing your lips together again with an urgency that matches his own. The kiss is hungry now, wild, as if both of you are desperate to make up for lost time.

Your hands are trembling as they travel down his chest, feeling the hard muscles of his torso beneath your fingertips. You want more. You need more. But it’s not just about physicality—it’s about everything that’s been building up between you both, the emotions that have simmered under the surface for so long, and now they’re exploding in this perfect, heated moment.

Liam groans into the kiss as your hands start to work at the button of his jeans, and the sound makes you ache for him even more. His hands are busy too, tugging at your clothes with a sense of urgency, the fabric slipping off your body in a way that feels almost too slow, like you both want to savor this but can’t hold back any longer.

When you’re both finally bare, just skin against skin, Liam pulls back slightly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His eyes are dark, hungry with a mix of love and need, and the intensity in his gaze makes your heart skip a beat.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks again, his voice soft but laced with that possessive edge. The question lingers in the air, hanging between you both, but there’s no hesitation this time. You know.

“More than anything,” you reply, your voice trembling slightly as you reach up to pull him closer, your lips finding his again in a kiss that’s both slow and desperate.

Liam moves over you then, his body covering yours in the most intimate way, the heat of him melting away any last bit of doubt. As he enters you, he groans, the sound deep and guttural, and you can’t help but mirror the sound, feeling all of him, filling you in ways you never thought possible.

He sets a slow, steady pace, his eyes never leaving yours, searching for any sign that you might want to slow down. But you don’t. You want all of him, right here, right now.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his hands tracing over your skin, worshipping you in a way that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world. The vulnerability in his voice, the way he’s giving himself to you completely, makes your chest tighten. This is more than just physical. This is everything.

His pace increases, becoming more urgent as the pleasure builds between you both. The bed creaks under the intensity of your movements, and the air is thick with the sounds of your breathing, the soft moans slipping from your lips, and the desperate rhythm of your bodies coming together.

Liam takes control in every sense, guiding you through this with a kind of dominance that leaves you breathless. You don’t even think about the world outside the two of you. There’s no past, no future—just the present, just the heat between you both. The way he touches you, the way he makes you feel cherished and wanted, is enough to make you forget everything except for him.

As the moment builds, you feel yourself nearing the edge, your body tensing with the anticipation of release. Liam can feel it too, his breath hitching as he watches you with such intensity, as if he’s savoring every second of this.

“You’re mine,” he growls again, the words sending a jolt through you, and it’s enough to push you over the edge. You cry out his name, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm, and Liam follows right behind you, his body tensing as he lets go, collapsing against you in a tangled heap of sweat and tangled sheets.

For a long moment, neither of you speaks. You’re both too caught up in the aftermath of what just happened, your breathing slowing as you try to catch your breath. Liam rests his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, and you can feel the weight of everything between you both—no longer just physical, but emotional, real, and undeniable.

“I love you,” he whispers softly, his voice rough but filled with so much sincerity.

And you know, in that moment, that nothing will ever be the same again. You both have crossed a threshold, and there’s no going back. Not that either of you would want to.

“I love you too,” you whisper back, your heart full.

...

The next morning, everything feels different. There’s an undeniable energy between you and Liam that wasn’t there before, a quiet understanding and a deeper connection. You walk into the hotel lobby, and his hand slides into yours, fingers entwining effortlessly.

He smiles at you, and you can feel the warmth in his touch, his presence grounding you in the best possible way. There’s no need for words, but you feel a sense of comfort you’ve never had before. You can tell by the way he looks at you that everything has shifted. You're not just a flirty team anymore; you're solid, real, and more than ready to face whatever comes next.

“Morning, love,” Liam says, his voice soft and warm, pulling you in for a quick kiss, his lips brushing yours as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “Morning, Payne. Keeping it sweet and simple, huh?”

He chuckles, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “For now.”

The flirty energy between the two of you feels almost electric, and the moment you sit down for breakfast, Liam can’t resist teasing you. His hand slides to the back of your chair, gently rubbing your shoulders as he leans in and whispers, “If you keep making those eyes at me, we might just need to sneak away for a bit.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “We’re in public, Liam. We have to at least try to pretend to be professional.”

The boys are watching you both with varying levels of amusement, clearly enjoying the lightheartedness that’s returned to the band dynamic. Louis, ever the instigator, can’t resist chiming in, his voice carrying across the table. “So, you two lovebirds gonna start writing songs together now or what?”

You and Liam exchange a glance, his hand finding yours under the table, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “Maybe,” you tease, winking at him. “We could do a duet. Get the whole world to know how perfect we are.”

Liam laughs, but there's a softness in his eyes that shows just how comfortable you both are with this new phase of your relationship. He leans over and pecks your cheek, a smile tugging at his lips. "If the world doesn't know already, they will soon enough."

Later that day, as rehearsals begin, you can’t help but fall back into your usual mischief with Louis. He nudges you, and you both exchange a look that screams “it’s time for a prank.”

You and Louis have always been partners in crime, and even with the new dynamic in your relationship with Liam, you can't resist a bit of chaos.

“Alright, we need to make this one count,” Louis whispers, his eyes glinting with excitement. “I’ve got the perfect idea. Let’s target Harry.”

You grin, already getting on board with the plan. “Let’s do it.”

The next few minutes are spent sneaking around, finding just the right moment to pull off the prank. As Harry sits back to relax in his chair, you and Louis, working in perfect tandem, manage to cover him with whipped cream, and before he can even react, the two of you burst into laughter.

"Louis! You little—" Harry tries to yell, but he’s laughing too, wiping the cream off his face.

You high-five Louis as the rest of the band chuckles. Liam, however, can’t help but smile at the sight of you in your element. Still, there’s a hint of something deeper in his eyes—a protective streak he can't quite shake. He’s proud of you, of course, but that doesn't mean he’s immune to feeling a little annoyed by the way you and Louis still share this kind of chaotic bond.

As the laughter dies down, Liam walks over to you, his expression a mix of amusement and something else. “You two really don’t know when to stop, do you?”

You flash him a teasing grin. “You wouldn’t want us to, would you?”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting out a quiet sigh. “I’m just happy to see you happy. But I can’t promise I won’t try to stop you next time.”

You raise an eyebrow, giving him a sly smile. “Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Both,” he says with a playful grin.

But, despite the light teasing, there’s something different about the way he says it. You notice the subtle possessiveness—though, as always, it’s laced with affection and care.

That night, after the concert, you and Liam find a quiet moment backstage. The band has gone off to do interviews and take care of the usual post-show stuff, leaving you and Liam alone for a few minutes.

Liam takes your hand as the two of you walk through the quiet halls of the venue, the chaos of the show still echoing in the background. He pulls you closer, his thumb brushing against your skin as he looks down at you, his gaze soft and tender.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking,” Liam starts, his voice low and sincere. “Maybe we should finally just tell the world, you know?”

You stop walking, turning to face him, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he says, his eyes full of sincerity, “let’s make it official. Tell everyone what we already know.”

You smile, heart fluttering at the thought. You’re not scared anymore. You don’t need to hide.

“Are you sure? You know how management will feel about it.”

He shrugs, a hint of defiance in his eyes. “Screw management. We’re not doing this for anyone else. We’re doing it for us.”

You nod, your heart swelling with affection for him. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s do it.”

And just like that, in the middle of the madness and the pressure from management, you make the decision. You’ve always done things your way, and now, together, you’re ready to take on whatever comes next.

When you step out onto the stage, hand-in-hand, the crowd goes wild. They already know, but you’ve never felt more certain. As the lights shine down on you, you lean into Liam, whispering, “Screw what anyone else thinks. This is us.”

Liam looks down at you, a soft smile on his lips, before kissing you right there in front of everyone. The crowd erupts into applause, but all that matters is him. The world can watch. You’re not hiding anymore.

This is just the beginning.

...

Part 3

[parmahamlarrie]

Happy July! I read some truly incredibly works this month, I hope you enjoy them as much as I have! x As always, please leave the authors love in the form of kudos and comments!

Coraçāo selvagem || @nooradeservedbetter || 50.1k Omegaverse, Shifter AU, Pack Dynamics, Feral Alpha, Courting, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Violence This was such a pleasure to beta! A truly plot focused story that will have you kept locked in from beginning to end!

My Hands at Risk, I Fold || @yourgorgeouscolors28 || 43.7k Established Relationship, Injury Recovery, Famous/Famous, Hurt/Comfort, Lack of Communication, Fluff God, I just adored this. I think it checked all my boxes in what I want in a comfort fic! So lovely, a great read, and one that will stick with me for a long time.

a little, then suddenly || @holdingontochaos || 34k Friends to Lovers, Graysexual Harry, Roommates, Idiots in Love I truly am not sure I have words for this one. It is just wholly and entirely fantastic and deeply moving and so lovely.

On a starlit night || @lunarheslwt || 24.1k Omegaverse, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Pack Dynamics, Shifter AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Courting Ceremony, Pack Luna Louis This was such a great mix of fluff and plot, thoroughly lovely all the way through!

Nest To You || @neondiamond || 14.9k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Getting Together, Nesting This was such a fun little dive into the life of a couple! I love the timestamp structure!

It's Not That I Don't Want You || @parmahamlarrie || 12.5k Established Relationship, Ace Harry, Character Study, Fashion Designer Harry

may your dreams be kind tonight || @tippitytap || 11k Strangers to Lovers, OCD, Insomnia, Anxiety This felt deeply personal (to me) and poignant and was so, so good.

Never Wanted Love, Just A Fancy Car || @loveislarryislove || 7.7k Boss/Employee, Strangers to Lovers, Office Sex, Misunderstandings

On That Note || @allwaswell16 || 6.2k Omegaverse, Office AU, Pen Pal AU, Humor, Co-Workers to Lovers This one is just so fun, a really good time! I'm sad I missed it before!

Quiet Afternoon Crush / Violent Overnight Rush || harrys || 4.9k Girl Direction, Friends with Benefits, Halloween, Unresolved Feelings

reckless serenade || thepolourryexpress || 4.4k Girl Direction, College AU, Valentine's Day, Established Relationship

Yesterday's gone (it'll be better than before) || @red-pandaaa || 3.5k Canon, Euro 2024, Exes to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Miles Away From Seeing You || @loveislarryislove || 1k Established Relationship, Long Distance Basically a SMAU on AO3, which I loved!

[merrybloomwrites]

1D x Reader - Beach Day

Summary: After months of hard work, you and the five boys get a day off and head to the beach for some fun.

Word Count: 837

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It’s rare for you and the boys to be allowed free time to go out while on tour. You’re either rehearsing, doing sound check, performing, or working on recording the next album.

When you’re not working, you’re forced to stay in the hotel. Sometimes you’re permitted to hang together, but other times you’re all relegated to your own rooms. Without fail, it only takes a few weeks of this for you all to feel like prisoners.

You’re in Italy for a couple of shows, and it looks beautiful outside. It’s mid-morning on a day off. You’re standing on the patio of your hotel room, breathing in fresh air and wishing you were swimming in the gorgeous blue water you can see just across the street. 

You sit on the ground when suddenly you hear a sliding door open to your right. Louis steps out onto his deck and greets you. “Hey there Dolly,” he says, calling you by the nickname you’d earned due to your Dolly Parton obsession. 

“Hey, what are you up to?” you ask.

“Well, I was keeping pretty busy staring at the wall but I started seeing shapes in the wallpaper so I figured I should go outside before I fully lose my mind,” he replies.

“Well I’m glad you didn’t go all Yellow Wallpaper on us.”

“It’s only a matter of time before we all go mad, being locked up like this,” he says and you nod in agreement. 

He gives you a look and starts to climb over the railing that separates the two decks. “What are you doing? You’re going to hurt yourself!” you exclaim.

“Relax love, we’re only on the second floor. I could easily jump to the ground from here.” Another mischievous look crosses his face. “What do you say to a jail break?”

“Are you insane?”

“Nope, but I will be if I have to keep staring at that beach that’s just out of reach. C’mon, go get your stuff and let’s escape for a couple hours.” 

You take in his idea, and while you hate breaking rules, you’re a teenager. You’re wired to be just a little bit rebellious. You agree and both of you rush to pack a small bag with essentials. 

“Alright, I’ll climb down first and then help you,” Louis says. 

Of course, the second he starts to go over the railing, Paul happens to walk by on a nearby path. 

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” he says. 

Well crap, you think to yourself. Now we’re caught. You all love Paul, he’s like a big teddy bear, but still he’s head of security. Which means your plan is completely foiled, and you’re likely to get in a heap of trouble with management.

Even Louis can’t talk back to Paul, and explains, “We’re trying to prevent insanity. There’s a perfectly good beach right there and we’re forced to stare at it. It's cruel, Paul. Psychological torture.”

The man looks at the two of you for a moment and says, “Give me one hour. I’ll see what I can do.” With that he walks away. You and Louis look at each other in confusion, but you both trust the man so you decide to sit and wait.

Thirty minutes later, there’s a text in the group chat that the six of you have with Paul. It reads “Roger and I will be up in fifteen minutes to take you all to the beach.”

True to his word, the security guards show up and within minutes you and the boys are setting up in the sand. 

“Last one in the water’s a rotten egg!” Niall shouts and the six of you all start running. You’re grateful for Louis tackling Liam, ensuring you won’t come in last place. Moments later the two of them decide to become a team and challenge the rest of you in a game of chicken. You and Zayn being the least competitive decide to be partners and quickly lose every round. You don’t even care about repeatedly splashing into the chilly water, just happy to be normal for a while.

Back on the sand, you, Harry, and Niall work together to make a sand castle. It may not be perfect, but it sure is made with love. 

Lunch gets delivered to you all, meaning you get to stay and hang out even longer. After eating, you all set out your towels and nap, warmed by the sun's rays. The two security guards watch over the group closely, and if Paul takes a couple pictures so you can reminisce on the day later, well no one needs to know that. 

That evening you all go back to your rooms to shower and change before meeting up for dinner. For one day, this feels like a vacation, rather than the constant work and stress you normally feel.

You’re all just a tad sunburnt at the show the following night, but a day spent having fun with your best friends is worth it.

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction omegaverse fics where one of the characters is faking their secondary gender as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave the writers kudos and comments! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

🎀 pray for some sweet simplicity by delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 237k, racing) an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

🎀 Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

(E, 117k, friends to lovers) “Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.” “You’re right, they don’t.”

🎀 Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren

(E, 92k, famous/not famous) Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

🎀 i want you so much (but i hate your guts) by becauselarry

(M, 83k, football) AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. 

🎀 The Truth of Hearts by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(M, 42k, television writing) After rising through the ranks to become one of Hollywood’s most celebrated alpha writers, the world is Harry’s oyster. Louis, another rising star alpha, is Harry’s greatest undoing, in more ways than one.

🎀 Confessions of a Fabricated Alpha by @jaerie

(E, 18k, phone sex operator) famous alpha Harry Styles has a secret and paying an alpha to roleplay a relationship with him over the phone is the only way he can be himself.

🎀 Let's Embrace The Point Of No Return by sweaterpawstyles

(E, 33k, boss/employee) Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There's some complications.

🎀 don't know if i could ever go without by ifthat / @lovehl

(E, 14k, pining) “We’ve come up with a solid solution. You’re not going to like it.” “What is it?” Louis narrows his eyes suspiciously, glancing at a visibly enthusiastic Liam. “What if you pretended to be an Alpha?” Zayn suggests.

🎀 Next To You by savannah_blue

(M, 14k, canon) When Harry Styles won the X-Factor he quickly became the latest pop sensation. When Louis runs into him at a party, he quickly realizes that Harry Styles is nothing like his reputation of womanizing alpha. Turns out, Harry Styles is an omega. And Louis' mate.

🎀 I Don't Mean to Frustrate by @lululawrence

(NR, 14k, friends to lovers)  the one where Louis is an omega pretending to be a beta, but what happens when Harry, his (pining) alpha best friend, learns his secret?

🎀 Fakes (Streaming Live) by @allwaswell16

(E, 5k, camboys) Alpha camboy Henry Steel has a rather unfortunate crush on omega camboy Luscious Lucas. He also has a rather unfortunate secret that's about to be revealed.

- Rare Pairs -

🎀 Big White Lie by acrayonsmile

(E, 263k, pack dynamics) Louis has been pretending to be something he's not for as long as he can remember. Will the pack find out before it's too late to fix him?

🎀 How Could We Be So Blind? by WrennAddysen

(NR, 153k, OT5) Zayn, 1/5 of the boy band One Direction, is an omega, pretending to the world that he is a beta. 

🎀 Like A Bullet In The Dark, by TylerM

(T, 27k, OT5) the one where Zayn, Harry and Louis are alphas in a pack with omega Niall, and Liam is a beta. Until he actually isn't and shit hits the fan.

🎀 a dark world aches for a splash of the sun by calums

(T, 18k, OT5) the 'beta!louis who is actually an omega' trope that everyone is craving

[daisyblog]

Little Break

Our Story Masterlist Summary: People find out that Harry and YN have broken up.

Celebrity Gossip Article

Harry Styles and YN Tomlinson have split after nearly seven years together

Harry, 24, began dating his bandmates sister YN, 24, in 2011 after the couple were pictured kissing at a party.

Fans were quick to speculate that Harry Styles has split from his influencer girlfriend, YN Tomlinson, when they noticed YN didn't attend the singers Live On Tour shows in Manchester or London.

The former One Direction member and YN report they are "taking a little break".

Harry, 24, began dating his bandmates sister YN, 24, in 2011 after the couple was pictured kissing at a party.

A source close to the pair said they split after almost seven years together is down to them having “different priorities and commitments that are keeping them apart”.

The source told Celebrity Gossip: "He’s still touring and is now going abroad. She is focusing on her family, work projects and her work in London".

"They’re still very close friends and will continue to support each other".

"They’re on a break. It’s impossible to have a relationship when he’s touring and YN has her work commitments in London and along with her brother and grandparents, care for her younger siblings".

Harry is currently preparing for the Australian leg of his tour while YN is planning to release her own company and clothing line at the end of the year.

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harryupdates Harry and Anne in Perth today! View all 4,765 comments

ynfan He looks just as sad as YN 😥

1Dfan Anne is with him❤️ ⌞harryfan3 I bet she's just as sad x

1Dfan9 I want them back together!!!!! PLEASE!!

ynfan4 I can't take this anymore, I'm just devastated ⌞hater Grow up!! People break up all the time, they're no different!

louisfan Do you think Harry and Louis have spoken??

harryynupdate he's definitely been crying 😥😥😥

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1dupdates YN walking in London last night! View all 1,233 comments

ynfan She looks so sad 😥

1Dfan Why can't they just leave her alone, it's clear to see she's uncomfortable!!!! ⌞harryfan3 I feel so bad for her

1Dfan5 I'm gonna miss her and Harry together 😥😥😥

ynfan4 I haven't stopped crying since reading the article! ⌞harryfan8 Same!!!! I loved them together❤️❤️

1Dfan I don't believe in love anymore

larryfan It was never real anyway!

harryynupdate I wish this was all a joke😭

harryfan Looking for attention again! ⌞louisfan3 You're so unkind, she's literally walking through London

louisfan I want to give her a cuddle❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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YN read the article and now it felt real for her. She looked around their London home, photos of them together, with their families, all the furniture they had chosen together teased her.

She sat all morning on sofa, the tv playing in front of her, tears streaming down her face. For the first time ever, she felt alone. Sure, her family and friends, and even Harry's family and friends had checked in on her, but she felt lonely.

After mopping around and scrolling through her endless amount of photos of the her and Harry over the years, she decided she needed to be close to her Mum right now. So she packed up some of her things and headed back home.

YN's Instagram Story:

YN"s DMs:

I hope you're okay YN 💗

Are you and Harry getting back together?????

Are you going to share Teddy? 💙

Can't believe you broke up with Harry, you broke his heart 😠😠😠

You're ugly anyway! Harry did the best thing and dump your ass!!

lottietomlinson Hurry up sis! We're all waiting with your fav drinks and snacks! Love youuuuu💗💗💗💗💗

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After driving home to Doncaster to her grandparents house, YN walked through the door with Teddy in her arms. She was surprised how quiet the house was considering all her sisters were here. She had found her Nan in the kitchen, waiting for her.

"Come here my love". Jen pulled her eldest granddaughter into her arms and the tears began to roll down YN's cheeks once more that day. "Shh..it's okay my darling".

"I just miss him Nan...and I miss Mum".

"I know darling...it's not going to be easy but you'll be okay". Jen tried to reassure her as she wiped the tears from her cheek with a tissue.

Trying to distract herself, she placed Teddy down onto the floor and watched him scuttle off into the other room. "Where's Grandad and the girls?".

"They've just gone for a walk..the girls got a little restless waiting for you".

Once the girls come back and smothered their oldest sister with cuddles and filled her in on all the drama of being young teenagers, they all cuddled up in the living room with pillows and blankets and watched all their favourite films. It was during this time that YN felt just at home, almost like she was a child again and hanging out with her siblings.

But it was later on that night when she was lying alone in bed, an empty space next to her, that the pain hit her again. Despite the distance that separated them the last few months and the disagreements they were having, YN still loved him.

She held her phone in her hand, hovering over his name. She wanted to hear his voice, even if it was just to say goodnight. She debated sending him a text. Just as she was about to change her mind and lock her phone, it pinged.

Harry It didn't feel right not saying goodnight to you. Goodnight, sweet dreams x

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[louisupdates]

Within a few years, [Lottie] Tomlinson would be touring America, Asia and Europe, flying first class with Louis, part of the biggest boy band in the world, but until she was 15, the family had only ever gone to France once a year all packed into a seven-seater car, with her mother’s new partner, snacks laid out in the middle. They stayed in a caravan park. On a Sunday, a treat was to go to their mother’s hospital to see the babies.

While Louis just wanted to sing, play the guitar and listen to Oasis, the girls were obsessed with make-up.

Saturday nights were spent watching The X Factor. “My mother and brother kept applying; in 2010, he got in and the whole family went for the audition. We believed in him, but we never thought it would go that far.” One day the family were going to the live shows, the next the boy band was formed with Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan and Liam Payne. “He was 18. For my mum it was a big shock. It was all so sudden. The press and fans were in our front garden every day.”

“At first Louis didn’t really want his little sister gate crashing his new rock-star life, but now it feels like the best time of our lives — we experienced that craziness together,” [Lottie] says.

Her mother asked the family to keep her illness secret. “It was hard because you feel so isolated, but I understood. Louis was in the public eye and she didn’t want him questioned. She was determined to fight it and didn’t want everyone pitying her. My friends noticed I was acting differently for a few months. But I wanted to respect her wishes. It was her one request.”

Meanwhile, her older brother, who was launching his solo career, ensured there was enough money. “He’s incredibly generous. We looked after each other.”

Louis was also forging his career as a solo artist, eventually creating the song Two of Us about his mother’s death. “We were always so proud of Louis and what he was doing. We were not going to match up to being a global superstar, but we didn’t want to — ‘successful’ looks different for everyone,” she says.

When [Lottie] Tomlinson was invited to Bali, she asked Fizz whether she wanted her to stay behind. “She said she was OK, and then it happened while I was away,” she says. (Fizz accidentally overdosed on cocaine, an anxiety drug and painkillers, her inquest found.) “Louis called me…” She stops talking.

“[…] it’s funny, [Lucky] actually looks a lot like Louis did — and I thought, this is what my mother must have felt. But then I had so many questions I couldn’t ask, even more because she was a midwife.”

- Excerpts from the INTERVIEW: Lottie Tomlinson: we lost our mum and sister. Louis saved me. By Alice Thomson, The Times [23.7.2024] to promote Lottie’s book, Lucky Girl

[twopoppies]

Oh my.

I mean: HOW?

https://x.com/94shouse/status/1833488670592028855?s=46&t=HJNgJeyaKbaPu8DTunwOUA

Oh, god. I know. His body is ridiculous. 🫠

x

Me as Louis: I see Harry’s six-pack is trending. Good lad, good lad. Nice little body.

Literally zero heterosexual explanation for that, btw.

[foxes-that-run]

Wolves

In the OOTW tour screens (recreated in the TV Lyric video) Taylor is a wolf, an apex predator (apex popstar) running with a peer partner through the woods. The tour screens came before the MV where Taylor was alone, hunted before solitarily leading the pack.

When the music video came out Taylor liked multiple posts confirming they represent the wolves media & GP (Below) pulling them apart. I think the change in her role indicates it’s more complex than media/GP, it’s also her own fame. She is not just prey, she is a wolf herself. In TTPD I think we have a deeper look at the things tearing at her yes fans & media but fame & industry also.

This meaning of wolves as dark side of fame is particular interesting with Daylight where the muse ran with the wolves and wouldn’t settle down, as in they chose to be pursue fame, similar to the lost boys in Peter:

Daylight: Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down

In GAS Taylor is dreaming of the wolf muse and contemplating what that would mean for her life:

Guilty as Sin?: I dream of cracking locks, throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

In the Prophecy Taylor is a wolf again, but no longer part of the pack, wolves howl at the moon to communicate with other wolves. In that song she was separated from her wolf muse.

The Prophecy: A greater woman stays cool but I howl like a wolf at the moon

Harry

Harry has a custom painted Martin guitar with a wolf and moon he’s used since it was first seen 28 April 2018, it is painted by his friends artist twins Simon and Nikolai Haas (The Haas Brothers)

Harry has a similar Lyric to daylight but running with thieves in MMIH:

MMIH: I walked the streets all day, running with thieves

In St Louis (after he and Taylor were in Chicago) Harry changed thieves to "running with you" a similar meaning of outside force/self/sharing that with a like minded partner:

Taylor liked these posts saying the wolves represented the media and forces tearing them apart. (x, x, x, x, x, x)

[persephoneflouwers]

Hi doc, I'm desperately looking for ABO fic (Alpha Louis and Omega Harry ), I've been stuck with "Light, Spark and Fire" for months because it's so good, gimme a rec

I found just a few! You’ll see I have some favourite authors and I read all of their works haha anyway this is what I found for Alpha Louis x Omega Harry. Maybe this will need a part 2. Let me know if you want more.

ABO FIC

Say something (106K) by kingsofeverything ( @kingsofeverything ): At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating. When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity. It’s the only use he has for an Alpha in his life. Twenty-eight-year-old Alpha Louis Tomlinson aims to change that.

Actions and consequences (95K) by HelenaAzure: Harry is a prince. Louis is a King. They are destined to be together. But things are much more complicated than it meets the eyes. Throw in a war, a life long secret born of deception, a quiet love, a treason of the highest sorts, a mysterious child of royal lineage and a considerate yet troublesome horse into the mix, and you get a legend which resonates through the pages of history

Face your fears (92K) by SadaVeniren ( @sadaveniren ): Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

Love in the dark (90K) by brightgolden ( @brightgolden ): Where Louis is an ambitious Advisor Council that is reluctant to find a mate, and his father takes the matter into his hand while Harry is the valedictorian in his kingdom destined for better things than an arranged marriage.

A distant hazy light (76K) by green_feelings: Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Si pudiera volar (70K) by softfonds: When Harry’s fiancé leaves him for his cousin, he looks the other way for the sake of his happiness. He’ll do anything to forget about him, including joining a monastery. It isn’t until his cousin’s former lover, a pirate, appears that he realizes everything is not as it appears, and an honest pirate might be the only person worthy of his heart.

Everything to lose (70K) by stylinsoncity: harry is a global popstar who's convinced the world he has it all -- a happy marriage to a devoted alpha, two beautiful children, two grammy awards, three platinum albums, and a budding film career. But some aspects of his image aren't as true as they seem. Like the fact he's been separated for over a year, uses meaningless flings to cope and occasionally forgets responsibilities or commitments to his family. He and louis once commanded stages together. They tackled any challenges to their future and no matter how hard things got, they always returned to one another. harry would always return to louis. until one day, he finds he can't.

Wolf boy (like no one else) 70K by cristalrush: the one where Harry leaves his old pack in hopes to find his soulmate. And that’s when he meets Louis, an alpha who doesn’t believe in soulmates.

I like the way you say my name (when you soak it in grace) 66K by louisismycat (tifamomet): Louis is transferred to a new city to temporarily cover for his counterpart while he is on maternity leave for the next six months. His new co-workers talk endlessly about Harry, the omega who he’s covering for. And Louis finds himself jealous of whatever alpha as snatched him up. Until he learns Harry is actually an unmated omega three months out from becoming a single parent.

Glitters in the sky, glitters in our eyes (59K) by softfonds: What happens when a Duke who will only marry for love and a courtesan who only sells it create a public ruse? Well, nothing boring for sure. An Edwardian AU.

Here’s your perfect (54K) by brightgolden: In the world where mates are assigned to everyone and deposited to their door when an agreeable partner is found for them, Alpha Louis has recently been given his. However, he is nothing like the type of alpha that the omega academy prepares Harry for.

The money mark (52K) by brightgolden: Where Louis is Harry’s first sugar daddy who dumped him over text and their paths cross, seven years later.

Eucalyptus (46K) by docklands: Harry didn't mean to get pregnant at all. When little Agnes comes along, his bachelor life takes a turn and he has to figure out how to single parent, with the occasional help from his best friend and co-worker, Zayn. Everything is running smoothly until Agnes starts acting strange, crying non-stop, sleeping at the most unconventional hours and not caring that she's ruining Harry's life. Agnes' new paediatrician, Louis Tomlinson, is enthusiastic, passionate about his job and a little too charming for Harry's lonely heart to take. More than figuring out what's wrong with her, Louis ends up revealing secrets about Harry's life he had never even dreamed about.

I sail with you (36K) by AFangirlFantasy: a classic!! Against his wishes, Omega Prince Harry Styles is arranged to mate with someone he doesn’t love, much less knows. Though he pleaded to his parents incessantly, they not only refuse to comply but force him to depart on a ship days later. Harry prays for fate to step in, to change what’s to come, however, the answer he is given is not exactly in the form he had hoped. Enter Will Tommo – deadliest pirate captain of all seven seas.

Chemistry is like candy to me (35K) by CuckooTrooke ( @larrydoinglaundry ): Harry is 8 months pregnant with a poor balance and traitorous nipples. Unfortunately for him, that is precisely when he meets a beautiful alpha in a packed London Tube. Fortunately for him, the said alpha might just be the best thing he has ever come across.

Rooms on fire (34K) by softfonds: Ten years ago, Louis helping Harry through a heat was the start of a romance that ended in heartbreak. Now, Harry's marriage is over thanks to his husband's very public infidelity, and Louis is fresh off a Golden Globe win. The last thing they both expect is to be cast in the same movie.

Leave your mark on me (32K) by kingsofeverything: When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

English rose (32K) by harryanthus_annuus: Louis works on the 19th floor. It’s such a cliché to fall for the elevator girl, but no one resist Harry Styles

Want it flowing through my streams (30K) by screwstyles: Wimbledon ABO AU: Harry has just qualified for his first Grand Slam, and he’s prepared to make the most of it – that is, until his heat unexpectedly hits him only a few days before his first match. And it’s just his luck that Louis Tomlinson, the resident bad boy of British tennis, is the only person around to help him.

Tread lightly on my ground (20K) by fairytalelights: the one where Harry is having Louis' baby, but Louis doesn't know it's his.

Breathe me in, breathe me out (14K) by lunaheslwt: Louis is drawn into a quaint candle shop in his desire to find ways to soothe himself while struggling with touch depri. It takes him two more run-ins and with the lovely alpha sales assistant, and a drop, to figure out the source of the scent that imprints upon him and calms his omega. Idiots to lovers

It’s been ages (13K) by 2tiedships2 ( @2tiedships2 ): lots of pining. Lots of fluff

Come in and change my life (12K) by lightswoodmagic(sarah_writes): Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

I love this feeling (but I hate this part) 7K by lululawrence ( @lululawrence ): roommates, friends to lovers, usage of alpha voice for experimentation purposes lol it’s cute and fun

Lost in your paradise (6K) by SadaVeniren: Harry and Louis have a one night stand.

Scent partner (4K) by amomentoflove: The name of the company was horrible: Scent Partner. Whoever was on the marketing team should be fired immediately for green-lighting that name. But the instructions were simple. Alphas wear a shirt for three days and nights. The shirt gets sent to omegas nearing their heats to pick the alpha who smells the best to them. The company notifies the alpha and gives them the opportunity to say no. If both parties agree, they meet at a heat room for the omega’s heat. Everything is safe and consensual.

Baby, don’t apologize (2K) by Neondiamond: Harry being an asexual Omega means his Alpha Louis has had to spend his ruts alone for the past decade despite being mated. He’s not sure who feels most hurt by it.

[lululawrence]

You are such a love!!! Could I ask for number 23?

oh babe, and YOU are just an absolute dear. so many cuddles are being sent your way!!

page 23 of my ao3 bookmarks include...

Freeway of Love (In a Pink Cadillac) by MsHydeStylinson / @mizzhydes

“Did you like them?” Louis asked in a seductive tone, propping his elbow against the armrest, chin resting against his fingers.

“I’m not going to answer that,” Harry informed, lips pressed in a hard line.

“I don’t think you have to,” Louis smirked nodding slightly towards his telltale bulge and watched as Harry reddened from his neck to his forehead in a flash.

”Please, I beg you to put that phone away,” Harry pleaded with a suffering expression plastered on his face.

“Please…” Harry whined.

Or,

Louis was on his way to Miami to visit an old friend. Harry was going there for a little R&R and take in the sights and sounds. A sudden upgrade in seating brought these polar opposites together. The universe works in mysterious ways and they are unknowingly about to embark on an adventure they will surely remember for a lifetime.

Prompt 107: Sugar daddy AU inspired by this tweet: “going to sit next to the richest looking middle aged man on my flight and scroll through my nudes for three hours straight” with rich daddy Harry and bratty baby Louis

The Only One (when it's said and done) by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

Louis Tomlinson, alpha, twenty nine years old, is head of the Tomlinson pack.

He's unbonded, and happily so. A trip to the neighbouring Arthur pack certainly isn't going to change that.

Candles and Clocks by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

Niall is homesick on the X Factor tour. Louis helps.

Choose one of my 103 pages of bookmarks in AO3 and I'll give you a random selection of fics from that page!

[corneliastreetapartment]

Feels Like Pt 9

FEELS LIKE PART 9

Niall Horan x Y/n swift

Story Masterlist

im not even apologizing at this point, its been like over an year, i just wanted to feel notaligic after liam's death.

this week on, y/n verbally eviscerating her sister's boyfriend: “Fun?” “You mean your Oscar-worthy goose monologue? Riveting stuff, Harry. Really.”

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Y/n’s London apartment buzzed like a beehive on caffeine. The music thumped erratically as Taylor and Conan’s playlist oscillated between indie anthems and bizarre internet memes, blending into the sound of clinking glasses and overlapping conversations. Every corner of the room was packed—celebs crammed into the cozy space like it was the hottest club in town. The air was an intoxicating mix of spilled champagne, high-end cologne, and a faint whiff of charred something from the kitchen.

Taylor was sprawled across the couch armrest, roaring with laughter at Louis miming an interpretative dance, while Harry stood in the middle of the room, reenacting what he claimed was a life-or-death encounter with a rogue goose. Diana, the epitome of angelic marshmallow vibes, was perched on a chair with a pink cocktail in hand, furiously interrogating Conan about his childhood dreams. Olivia lay flat on the rug, gesticulating wildly as she debated with Finneas about whether chairs had souls.

Leaning by the door, Y/n sipped her drink, her expression a cocktail of boredom and sharp amusement. Her sharp eyes scanned the chaos like a queen surveying her court.

“Y/n, love, why’re you hiding over here?” Harry called, grinning as he approached, gesturing dramatically. “Come join the fun!”

“Fun?” she deadpanned, tilting her head. “You mean your Oscar-worthy goose monologue? Riveting stuff, Harry. Really.”

He laughed, unbothered. “You’re such a delight.”

“Go flap somewhere else before I stuff you,” she shot back, smirking as Louis burst out laughing nearby.

Shawn stumbled past her, balancing a drink precariously. “Y/n, hey. So... uh, do you think—”

“Whatever it is, no,” she cut him off. “Unless it involves taking Diana away before she makes Conan cry.”

Shawn blinked, baffled. “I wasn’t—”

“Go, Shawn,” she insisted, giving him a mock-serious glare. He sighed dramatically and wandered toward Diana, muttering something about being misunderstood.

Y/n glanced at the door for the tenth time in as many minutes. When it finally creaked open and Niall stepped inside, it felt like someone hit pause on the pandemonium. Taylor spotted him first, shrieking with delight.

“Niall! You’re here!” she cried, barreling into him for a hug that nearly knocked him back out the door.

Harry followed, scooping Niall into a bear hug. “Finally! Thought you got lost or something.”

Louis wasn’t far behind, clapping him on the shoulder. “Good to see you, mate.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips twitching upward despite herself. When Niall’s gaze found hers, her sharp demeanor melted like ice under a sunbeam.

“Hey,” she greeted softly, her voice a stark contrast to her earlier quips.

“Hi,” he replied, his voice quieter than usual, cheeks faintly pink. “This... uh, this is quite the crowd.”

“Welcome to my madhouse,” she quipped, stepping closer. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just—good to see you.”

The exchange didn’t go unnoticed. Taylor leaned over to Harry, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear, “Did she just smile? Like, genuinely smile?”

Harry smirked. “Mark the date. It’s a miracle.”

Y/n shot them both a glare. “You two can choke.”

Diana, however, was already on the move, her marshmallow aura replaced by investigative intensity. “So, Niall,” she began, hands on her hips. “What are your intentions with Y/n?”

“Diana,” Y/n groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Shawn! Remove her.”

Shawn appeared like a summoned butler, gently steering Diana away as she protested. “But I’m not done!”

“Come on, Marshmallow. Let’s go check if Olivia’s started a chair cult,” Shawn said soothingly.

As they moved off, Niall chuckled nervously. “She’s... thorough.”

“She’s a nightmare,” Y/n corrected, though her fondness was clear. “Come on, let’s find somewhere less insane.”

They squeezed onto the couch next to Taylor and Billie, who were now embroiled in another absurd debate with Olivia.

“Niall,” Taylor started, staring at him like she was about to unveil the secrets of the universe. “Do you think stars get lonely?”

“Uh...” He blinked, clearly caught off-guard. “Like, actual stars?”

“Duh,” Olivia said, rolling her eyes. “They’re out there, burning, dying, and for what?”

“To look pretty,” Billie added solemnly. “Tragic, really.”

Y/n groaned, leaning into Niall. “Don’t encourage them. You’ll never escape.”

He chuckled, his earlier nerves melting away. “I’ll take your word for it.”

For a moment, amidst the absurdity, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of them. Y/n hesitated, the words she wanted to say tumbling through her mind.

“Hey,” she began, uncharacteristically tentative. “Do you maybe wanna—”

A deafening crash interrupted her, followed by Olivia’s wail. “No! The pumpkin! It had so much potential!”

The room turned to see Finneas and Shawn guiltily holding the shattered remains of a pumpkin. Olivia was on her knees, cradling a piece like it was a fallen comrade.

“Who does that?!” she cried, glaring at the culprits. “It didn’t deserve this!”

Taylor stood, grabbing Billie’s arm. “Let’s make them pay.”

“With interest,” Billie agreed, cracking her knuckles.

As chaos erupted once more, Niall leaned closer to Y/n, his smile soft. “Quite the party.”

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As the chaos spiraled into something even louder, Niall glanced at Y/n, his eyes soft with concern. "Should we... do something?" His voice was tentative, unsure if he should push her to leave or let her stay in the madness.

Y/n, however, barely looked up as she reached for a bottle of wine. "This is just another Tuesday for them," she muttered with a half-hearted wave of her hand. "Come on, grab some glasses. we're going upstairs"

She led the way, both of them sneaking out to the roof, the noise from below slowly fading as they climbed higher. The night air felt cool against her flushed skin, and the city sprawled beneath them, a sea of twinkling lights. Y/n kicked off her heels with an unsteady laugh, plopping down on the edge of the roof, her body moving a little more recklessly than usual. She poured them both generous glasses of wine, her hands slightly shaking as she passed him his.

"To surviving whatever that mess was," she said, the words light, but her smile hinted at something deeper, more uncertain. She clinked her glass against his, her fingers lingering on the rim just a second too long.

They drank, the tension between them dissolving with each sip. The quiet of the night seemed to make the air feel heavier, charged. Y/n leaned in closer, her gaze fixed on him, and though she tried to hide it, there was something in her eyes that made Niall’s pulse quicken.

"You know..." she murmured, voice thick with the alcohol, but something else too—an unspoken emotion that curled under the words, "your accent... it’s... it’s unfair, Niall. It’s like you were born to make me melt."

Niall blinked at her, startled, his heart giving an unexpected jolt. "Uh, thanks?" His voice was quiet, but his eyes couldn’t look away from her, even as the warmth of her body seeped into his side.

Y/n didn’t respond at first, her head drifting onto his shoulder, her fingers grazing his arm absently as she sighed softly. "I’ve... had a thing for you for a while, you know," she said, her words slurring just enough to feel less guarded, less aware of the weight of them. "It’s not just the accent or the way you laugh or... just the way you are. It’s everything. You’re... amazing."

Niall’s breath caught in his throat. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he just shifted his weight, fumbling with his glass in his hands, suddenly more nervous than he could ever remember being. "Wow," he said, his voice betraying him with its shakiness. "That’s... really sweet of you to say."

Y/n tilted her head, a knowing smile spreading across her lips, her eyes locking onto his with a gentle, almost teasing intensity. "Oh, I know. But it’s nice to hear it from you," she said, her fingers skimming along the collar of his shirt, making him shiver despite the warmth of the wine in his chest.

His breath hitched, and he looked away for a split second, trying to steady himself. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he quickly checked it, his heart thudding against his ribs. When he opened it, the name "Y/n" flashed across the screen in his search history. His eyes widened, heat rushing to his cheeks as he stared at the screen, unsure of what to do next.

Y/n noticed immediately, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Wait," she said, her tone playful but with a hint of something else beneath. "You’ve been Googling me?"

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I swear, it’s not as weird as it looks."

She laughed, the sound more carefree than she’d been all night, and for a brief moment, Niall felt like maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t the only one trying to hide what was stirring between them. "Relax," she teased, nudging him lightly with her shoulder. "I think it’s kind of cute, actually."

They fell into a comfortable silence, both of them leaning into the quiet night, but the air between them felt electric. Y/n could feel the tension between them like a thread pulling them closer, but neither of them was willing to fully tug it just yet.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to her glass, then lifting it to meet his. "Niall..." Her voice softened, quieter now, as though the city below them wasn’t there at all. "Would you... would you want to go out with me? Like, properly? A real date?"

There it was, the question that had been hanging in the air for so long, and suddenly, Niall wasn’t sure how to breathe. His mind raced, but he wasn’t ready to admit just how much her words had affected him, how much he had been hoping she might say them.

He smiled, slow and unsure, but with a warmth that reached his eyes. "I’d like that," he said, his voice steady but filled with something deeper—something he hadn’t allowed himself to fully understand yet. "A lot."

And for just a moment, they sat there, the city beneath them still and vast, both of them unsure, but knowing somehow that this moment—that them—was only the beginning.

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[ficsyoumayhavemissed]

I Like You Venti, Venti Much — Blinding_Lights

915 words / Harry x Louis

It's the day after Valentine's Day and honey-less tea has never tasted so sweet.

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Featuring cute, tiny Louis and barista Harry being sweet and fluffy.

This fic is pure fluff. If you feel like you need a little slice of joy today, this fic will be it!

A Rude Awakening — Lotsolarry

967 words / Harry x Louis

It's Valentine's Day and Louis has yet to master the art of romance

This is a canon Valentine’s Day fic that you definitely need to read! It’s filled with domesticity and tightly packed with fluff. This fic was just perfect!

forever&more — forthetherapy / @forthetherapyy​

1.730 words / Harry x Louis

Harry hands the envelope over to the post mistress and watches her throw it into the bin full of letters.

“Are you sure it’ll get to New Zealand in time?”

“It should but it’s hard to tell with Covid.”

Harry bit his lip worriedly, nodded and tapped his phone against the card machine to pay.

or

it's valentine's day. harry and louis haven't seen each other in two and a half months, they swap valentine's day cards from eleven thousand miles apart.

This fic is so cute and funny and sweet. A perfect little Valentine’s treat.

as long as there’s us — docklands / @hershelsue​

2.016 words / Harry x Zayn

Harry and Zayn discuss what to do for Valentine's Day. It doesn't really matter.

This fic is infused with such a soft, cozy sense of being in love with someone. It feels like lazing comfortably next to your soulmate and just enjoying the quiet company.

Silk Stars — braveromantic

2.105 words / Harry x Louis

Valentine’s day has always been Harry’s favorite holiday, from the vibrant pink hearts strewn in commercials to the romantic red polish she paints her nails in. So, when she gets the flu February 12, Louis feels for her, and sets out to make it the best day of love that Harry’s ever had.

This fic has everything! Louis taking care of a sick Harry, being loving and supportive of trans!Harry, and all the fluff and romance you could wish for.

standing right in front of me — amyontherun / @thosepearls​

4.104 words / Harry x Louis

Louis hates Valentine's Day, but after finding a note from a secret admirer, he finds himself being more optimistic this year.

My heart outright swooned when I read this fic. I wanted them to get together so badly!

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If you can’t get enough of our recs in this post, make sure to check out our tags page and scroll through the categories to see if you find any more fics you like! — FYMHM xx

[parmahamlarrie]

I'm back! Life got away from me a bit the last few months, but I'm so happy to have a rec list for you all once again! x

🍎 Wild And Unruly || @100percentsassy @gloriaandrews || 123.6k Cowboy Harry, Lawyer Louis, Strangers to Enemies to Lovers I'm late to the party on this one, I know, but this was such a joy to read amongst my summer travels!

🍎 begging for you to take my hand (wreck my plans, that's my man) || hemakeshimstrongx || 70.1k Famous/Non Famous, Rockstar Louis, Photographer Harry, Touring, Established Relationship I adored this so much! It was such a fun read.

🍎 Follow Your Arrow || @ladyaj-13 || 36.2k A/B/O, Pack Dynamics, Canon Divergent, Touch Deprivation

🍎 Blush || @dip-lou-in-honey || 33.4k Historical AU, A/B/O, Period Typical Sexism

🍎 We Don't Need No Pier of Paper (From the City Clerk) || @2tiedships2 || 26.1k A/B/O, Soulmate AU, Online Dating, Arranged Marriage The joy of getting this fic in my inbox! Always a lovely read from this author.

🍎 Something To Remember || @parmahamlarrie || 25k Soulmate AU, Famous Harry, Writer Louis, Travel, Hawaii My one fic I've written in months... But one I love!

🍎 Meet Me In The Hallway || @bananaheathen || 15.8k Genderfluid Harry, Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Bad Parents, Angst and Feelings and Smut Y'all know how I adore this author! I rarely let angst seep into my reading, but this one was heart wrenching in the best way.

🍎 It's All Novel: How to Care for Your Omega in Heat || @insightfulinsomniac || 12.9k A/B/O, Omega Harry, Alpha Louis, Established Relationship, Heat, Communication Truly one of the BEST sequels! I love this series so much!

🍎 Black Leather, Blue Lace || @insightfulinsomniac || 8.5k Soulmate AU, Established Relationship, Farmer Louis, City Girl Harry, Exhibitionism

🍎 Court Wine || @enchantedlandcoffee @red-pandaaa || 7.3k A/B/O, Non Traditional A/B/O, Nesting, Miscommunication, Idiots in Love

🍎 Trying to Find the Words (To Say For Ages) || @insightfulinsomniac || 6.8k College AU, Fluff and Smut, Roommates to Lovers

🍎 just the two of us (we can make it if we try) || @starryhaze28 || 5.9k A/B/O, Pregnant Harry, Omega Drop, Established Relationship This is one of the fics that has stuck with me the longest recently, such a good idea!

🍎 You're Always on My Mind (And So Is Your Hair) || @insightfulinsomniac || 4.9k Canon, Fluff and Smut, Quiff Louis

🍎 I'm fastening myself to you with with a stitch || @greeneyesfriedrice || 3.3k Girl Direction, Service Kink, D/S, Established Relationship There were so many good girl direction fics recently, but this one truly stood out.

🍎 my lap is the best place for you to be || @bottomhaztoplou || 2.9k A/B/O, Historical, Intersex Omegas, Pregnant Harry, Established Relationship

🍎 this love is ours || wherewestwood || 2.5k A/B/O, Established Relationship, Chirping Some fun fluff for your day!

🍎 and it was love at first blush || @bottomhaztoplou || 2.4k A/B/O, Historical AU, Ballroom Dancing, Courtship, Courting Rituals

🍎 Touch the Sky and Kiss the Sun || @londonfoginacup || 2.1k Soulmate Au, Famous/Non-Famous, Musician Louis, Make Up Artist Harry God, okay. This one. One of the best fics I've read in months, and I'm so serious. I am very picky on my soulmate AU and this one capture everything good about the trope in such a short word count!

🍎 Lights Are So Bright || @becomeawendybird || 2.1k Famous/Famous, Quarterback Louis, Singer Harry Could easily read 100k of this!

🍎 listen to me, butterfly || wherewestwood || 2.1k A/B/O, Established Relationship, Canon, Nesting

🍎 Family Bonding || @neondiamond || 1.6k Kidfic, Established Relationship, Adoption

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[merrybloomwrites]

I promise I’m working on the last part(s?) to I Hear Them Calling

That’s currently my top priority and I have a couple other partially written oneshots for You Can Start a Family that should be out soon.

Next Story

I do have a couple half baked ideas for my next story. I’m planning to do a one direction and reader ABO pack story.

Details for each option are under the poll!

Ideas 1-3 take place in the past when one direction was together. Idea 4 is current day during a reunion.

1. One Direction X Reader

In this story, all 5 members of the band, as well as reader, would be not only a pack, but in a relationship. Like, romantically involved and all that.

2. Alpha Louis x alpha Harry x omega Reader

Louis and Harry are together, but alpha x alpha relationships are frowned upon unless they’re a trio with an omega. So management brings an omega into the band and has her act either as their third or as a beard for either Louis or Harry in order to hide their relationship (still undecided)

3. Alpha Louis x hidden omega Harry x omega reader

Nearly the same as the last one except Harry is actually an omega but management is having him act as an alpha. The still bring in omega reader just like the previous one

4. Alpha Niall x omega reader

The band is a pack, Louis and Harry are together, Zayn x Liam are together. Niall still hasn’t found his one. All 5 have kept in touch throughout the hiatus and are finally getting back together to make more music. They rent a house together and Niall meets the omega living next door.

To clarify, the band is a pack in all of these but only all romantically involved in the first one.

1-3 are similar to me so I’d only do one of those. I may do 4 as well since it’s different enough from the others that it won’t feel repetitive. So if you’re interested in one of the poly fics as well as the Niall one, vote for the poly fic of your choice and maybe comment that you’re interested in the Niall one as well.

I genuinely hope this all makes sense lol

[alarrytale]

I love Louis for wearing those shorts, on X people literally had a breakdown because in one moment he pulled his shorts up and ooooh, I´m not jealous of H at all! I know so many people are drooling over H´s legs which is totally understandable but it makes me annoyed because Louis´ legs are also so delicate and honestly if they were tattoo-less, I would have hard time to quess which legs are whose because they are quite identical imo (maybe H´s thighs are bulkier because he works out but otherwise they´re the same). Hope they are wrapping them around each other as I´m writing this. And also hope H will take care of Louis a bit because I was watching Louis´ set on Sat and he couched quite often imo and even drank tea on stage so I guess he caught a little cold from the mixture of airconditioned flights and superheat exteriors. But his mood seemed great and I just love that he´s keeping his hair short, it suits him so much! Harry, if you´re reading this, throw away all trousers from your husband´s suitcase and pack him you supershort shorts only, we are running out of time and we need Louis in supershort shorts, please!

Hi, anon!

I think they're both blessed with sexy legs, it's just we see Harry's more often. These shorts are a blessing and we have to appriciate it everytime L let us see those pins! If only we could also get a glimpse of L's ankles...