I believe F is L’s son. Yes i’ve read the bbg thread multiple times, but the aotv made me absolutely believe it. And you can’t tell someone they’re not a larrie just because they don’t agree with one of your 10000 theories. Bye. Stay mad, whatever 💀
“And you’ve bought him plates.”
“I know,” Louis groans.
“What do you call that? I’m not even sure what to call that.”
“If I knew, Nialler—”
“I’ve never even thought of buying plates for someone.”
"She would've loved you," he hears himself telling Harry, just barely louder than the wind. "My mum, I mean. I... I've told her about you." He shakes his head. "Sometimes, when... when I think maybe she's listening."
I was ignoring my real life problems and made this list instead💀. Is this basically just a list of my favourite fics? Yes, yes it is. Do with that what you will 😭
Louis rubbed his temples. "Okay," Louis said finally. "What if we both sleep in my bed?"
Harry's mouth opened, and it took him a few moments to close it. "What?"
"That way, you'll sleep in an actual bed, and I'll feel safe enough to sleep because I'll be next to you."
"Friends don't kiss like that." Harry heard himself say.
Louis sighed, shoulders dropping, "I shouldn't have done that."
"But you did."
"You kissed me back." He shrugged.
"Just like you knew I would." Harry bit back.
“That’s it, right? Nobody else knows, yeah?”
“No.” Harry shakes his head.
“Thank fuck,” Louis sighs. “Cannot believe three people know I’m sleeping with you, you fucking train wreck,”
"Is it okay if I call his Dad?" Harry asked
"Oh, I thought you were his father?" the man questioned
"Louis' his biological father. I'm Louis' boyfriend, but Mason is my son too," Harry said, heart filling as he realised how true those words were. "I'm his Papa."
"I won't forget you. And that you were, will always be, my first love, and my baby. My sweetest dove," Louis murmurs, fingers softly digging onto Harry's jaw. With a soft smile, he whispers, "Will always be my bumblebee."
He smiled softly, then kissed Harry’s cheek, “As long as there’s only room in your heart for one, then yes.”
“There’ll always be room for more.”
Louis stilled, his smile slipping from his face, “What?”
Harry’s lip twitched, “Our family, darling.”
“You should have told me. You broke our friendship code.”
“We don’t have a friendship code,” Louis says, scoffing.
“It’s an unspoken code,” Harry says dismissively “Rule number fourteen: always tell your best friend when you get an ass tattoo.”
Hands down one of the best fics I've read this year. Give it a chance, it's so worth it. Also, don't mind the mcd tag, it's very angsty but it still has a happy ending I promise!
Harry texted him. Okay. All right. Okay.
His eyes flit to the text.
‘Happy birthday, Louis Tomlinson.’
He stares.
He reads it again.
‘Happy birthday, Louis Tomlinson.’
Oh god.
Harry.
A text.
A text from Harry.
On his birthday.
On Louis’ birthday.
“Harry, look at me,” Louis said exasperated, taking Harry by his tie. “I’m in trouble and I’m scared .”
All the anger in Harry’s face morphed into worry so fast it gave Louis a whiplash. “Scared? Why?”
“I woke up in a stranger’s house.”
“I noticed.”
Now it was Louis' turn to frown. “You noticed?”
“You asked me the other day if I would notice you if I saw you elsewhere. I noticed your absence, I was the first one to say you were late. I noticed.”
Louis. Louis. Louis.
Louislouislouis.
Even if it’s a bad idea, this was the best idea Harry’s ever had.
This was the best idea anyone’s ever had.
Ever.
Louis.
Fucking hell. Harry wants so much.
“Why don’t you take the homophobic piece of shit language you just threw at my boy and shove it up your fucking arse, before I punch you in the fucking throat.”
"H." Liam's voice is wary. [...] "Tell me you're not."
Harry looks away, out at the invisible desert that lurks in the dark beyond the window. "I'm not."
"He's straight."
"Might not be."
"He's taken."
“It’s just hard seeing them grow, I want Daphne to stay small forever,” Harry says, almost in a whine.
“We’re not getting another baby, Haz.”
Harry snorts, “Was worth a shot.”
Silence. Louis inhales.
“… Not yet.”
Louis grins as he shakes his head. "You tell me," he says. "Tell me how many glances I still need to give? Or do you need me to stare the rest of the night? Tell me what does it take to make you fall on my lap because I don't think anything is working."
Oh.
𝘖𝘩.
Pov you just found out you can read fics bc they are actually good books and not only bc you think the main characters are dating in real life 🤭 and no it's not fetishizing, don't throw those words so easily just because you don't agree with someone. Case closed.
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“Teenagers are so obvious,” Harry huffs. “… Were we?”
“Well, according to our friends, we were yeah, but they also think we were secretly dating since middle school so I would take their judgement with a grain of salt.”
“Especially Niall.”
“Especially Niall.”
“Alright, alright,” Louis teased. “Let’s not get cocky now.”
“Just happy,” Harry admitted. “Not cocky.”
“A little cocky?”
“Maybe a little,” Harry bit his bottom lip. “A big movie star wants to kiss little old me.”
Harry’s frown only gets deeper. "But… Downstairs… It made my knees weak."
Louis' mouth curls to a cheeky smile. "That might just be a you thing, love.”
[...]
“Don’t worry about it, darling. I’ve definitely made more than one pair of knees weak before.”
"Bunny, bunny, bunny."
"What..." His eyes opened to slits, sliding his gaze in the direction of the soft, repeated murmur. "Was that?"
"The noise a sleepy bunny makes when he's getting comfortable." Harry cracked one eye open and lifted his face, smiling crookedly. "Duh."