fic recs!!

of all that surrounds us by zanyemajik the high school AU where all five boys grow up in New York City, Harry’s fingers won’t stop shaking, Louis has an affinity for cupcakes and alcohol, Zayn thinks he knows what he’s doing, Liam actually knows what he’s doing, the contestants won’t stop humping Drew Carey, and everything is really all about Niall.

pajama jeans and teenage dreams by larryscape  It's the second semester of his senior year at university, and Louis is still rummaging for excuses to hate Harry Styles.

sonnets by iwillpaintasongforlou  Uni student Louis Tomlinson is ao3 user 'zeeyum' and he happens to be famous in the One Direction fandom for his legendary kinky Ziam AUs. Harry Styles is zeeyum's biggest fan, as well as Louis' new partner on an English project, which-- oh. Oh...

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you by louistimes2  Harry is a jock, Louis is a nerd and Harry gets Louis pregnant.

i'll stop the world and melt with you by wankerville Liam burst into laughter, startling Louis from his internal battle over whether or not salad had feelings, letting his eyes trail to where Niall tried to sneakily steal one of his pickles. He pretended not to notice though, because he took the one on top of his salad deactivating his troubled thoughts of “To Be or Not To Be: Why Pickles aren't in Omelettes.” But that was also when he caught a quick glimpse and saw him and it was like everything went quiet. Every single bad reincarnation of Shakespeare acts in his mind faded away and he forgot what the word pickle even meant, and for once everything was just- quiet.or high school au where louis has ADD and harry is the only one that can ease his restlessness.

it's like i breathe you by adaysworth Louis shrugs, grabbing the smoothie and taking a sip of it. He’s not really bragging. But. “I’ve kind of always had everything I wanted.”“Everything?” Harry asks, genuinely interested, his green eyes wide.Louis looks at Harry, smiling at him across the table and twirling a curl around his finger. Not everything.or the one where louis volunteers to teach high school students about the ropes of business and running a company of your own, but he certainly does not plan on running into harry styles.

i'm just a teenage dirtbag baby, like you by icecreamandlarry  Louis hits Harry in the face with a football. Pickup lines ensue. 

louis worships harrys body and they love each other

“Must be fate,” Harry jokes, rolling his eyes and Louis’ face softens as he nods in agreement.

"Well Harry, we are soulmates after all,” Louis reminds as if he thinks Harry might’ve forgotten, even as his hand is still stuck to the wall.

Louis wants to see more of him on Harry's Instagram account.

“Wait a second,” Harry says slowly. The four of them turn to look at Harry, who seems to be working through a very difficult concept in his head. “Why have we never had a foursome before?”

“Wait a second, I don’t appreciate being left out of this,” Niall pipes up. “If you’re all gonna be getting off together, I want in.”

“Have you been a good boy this year, Louis?” Harry mumbles into Louis’ neck, leaving a big fat bruise there for everyone to see. The girls are going to make snarky comments about this tomorrow, Louis thinks.

“I tried to be, I really did, but I just love being naughty. I couldn’t help myself, I hope I don’t get coal in my stocking,” Louis pouts, starting to nip on Harry’s jaw.

“Mm, well, Santa sent me here to punish you,” Harry smirks, gripping Louis’ thighs.

or

Shameless fluffy Christmas fic.

"Yeah, yeah, give it to me, that's it, spread your legs a bit, there you go."

The camera follows Louis as he does. Maybe if the modelling thing doesn't work out, he could try the porn industry. Then again, he's a bit too stocky to be twinky and a bit too twinky to be anything else. He likes that about himself, though. Well, directors and photographers like that about him. He could pull off pretty and edgy, could do GQ in the morning and a perfume commercial in the afternoon. Right now he thinks he could pull off anything, because it's Harry fucking Styles directing him.

after the first bottle and half of the second, harry picks up louis’ guitar and plays it in that careful way he always does because he’s still not confident with instruments. it’s a song he wrote a year ago about someone he was fucking or wanted to fuck, louis never asked. it’s not explicit, but it doesn’t have to be with harry’s voice and the way his mouth moves around the lyrics. louis is not drunk enough to listen to this song in the quiet of their apartment at midnight, so he picks up the cigarettes and shakes the pack in harry’s direction.

“you hate this song,” is harry’s response. “why?”

"Louis has one rule, and one rule only, that he simply refuses to break. He forbids himself to be attracted to anyone he might work with. No wanking to models who might wear his clothes! It’s hardly fair, considering he spends 95% of his time working with the most attractive men on the planet, but his career is more important. Besides, in Louis’ experience, it always leads to disaster. Harry Styles makes respecting the rule really damn hard though and Louis is not quite sure why."