#angelwarm

you don't know where you are by saysthemagpie | M | 5357 He doesn’t know what he was expecting. It’s not like Harry was going to greet him at the door, take him around and introduce him to all his teammates. That’d go over brilliantly, he’s sure. Hi, everybody, this is Niall. No, he can’t play football, but sometimes I let him jack me off in the showers after practice. (small town texas AU. harry's the star quarterback and niall's a kid from the wrong side of town.)

So Much Left to Say by myownspark | M | 7654 Harry remembers Louis stalking along the Cougar’s sideline as the final seconds of the game ticked away. He was apart from everyone, with his arms crossed and his head down, sort of fragile looking even in his pads and helmet. Harry’s fingers actually itched to hold his hand, just as they do now. He holds the phone up to take a selfie and smiles into the camera, trying to ask Louis a question with his eyes. (Are you really okay? Tell me the truth. I bet you’re sitting on your bed, playing Madden, sulking. If you want to see me, I’ll come. I know you better than anyone. You’re sad. I’d like to come.) He pushes send. (Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose.)

Now is Night by angelwarm | T | 7798 “Glad to see you haven’t sold out,” Harry murmurs. He’s leaned up against the lockers, body long and sweeping. Louis grabs a notebook from the top shelf and slams his locker shut. His smile is small, wry. “We all sell out in different ways.” “Have I?” Harry’s hair is getting longer—brown curls falling into his face. For what feels like ages, Louis traces each of his features in his mind, the way Harry’s grown into his nose, the reddening of his lips that always makes it look like he’s just bitten into strawberries. The last piece they played together before Harry quit was Frances Lai’s Love Story, and—and nothing. If anything came of it, it allowed Louis to believe in coincidence, in the random events of the universe, in the reality that there was no point to any event. No meaning, unless he assigned it meaning. Louis readjusts the cigarette behind his ear. “Of course not, Styles. Once a golden boy, always a golden boy.” [high school au where labels are a Thing only sometimes and people talk]

Assumptions by lovelylounatic | E | 8793 Harry is a the quarterback, Louis is a cheerleader. Bestfriends help each other out a bit after a big win.

fire for a heart by alnima | M | 28378 “Then how come I’ve never noticed him before?” Louis asks, because he knows everyone. Or well, he knows most everyone. That’s his thing. He knows people. That doesn’t mean he’s friends with them or that he likes them all – or that they like him – but still. Zayn somehow slipped under his radar and he doesn’t understand how. Zayn is—Louis would have noticed him. “He’s shy. He’s not really concerned about being known,” Liam says, like that’s an explanation for it. And maybe it is. Maybe not everyone wants the world to know their name like Louis does. “And why are you so concerned about him? Do you like him or something?” “I don’t even know him, Liam, don’t be ridiculous.” Or the one where Louis is on the football team, Zayn is in yearbook, and they make it work.

bloodsport by tofiveohfive | E | 40283 “You know how our next game is against the Cardinals, right? You remember how vicious those guys can get. I wanted us to come up with some plays, maybe work on a block from the left—” Louis stops when he hears a chuckle. He doesn’t think he’s said anything particularly funny, so he turns to Harry, waiting for an explanation. “‘S funny, ‘s all.” Harry throws his finished bottle somewhere near the other discarded ones. “This is the first time you’re talking to me in eight months, and it’s still about football.”

Los Ageless by harrys | E | 1405 Here in Luke’s arms, for the first time in a long time, Louis feels at home. He’s only ever felt like this with Harry, but that was temporary. Louis can’t do temporary anymore. Alternatively: A few years after their band's hiatus and and one year after their breakup, Harry tries to fix things with Louis.

Something Like Fantasy by maszzaj | M | 2037 Louis and his gardener Luke.

Longer Night by turnyourankle | E | 2067 What happened after the 'Long day' photo was taken? Probably this.

turn me up by turnyourankle | E | 3863 Louis doesn't expect much from a night out with the lads, especially not when they've taken it upon themselves to foist him onto unsuspecting strangers. But the night seems to be saved by a tall, dark and handsome stranger who seems to be exactly the same page as Louis.

i can feel a hot one by turnyourankle | E | 8077 There's something about the fresh air, music, beer and weed that just does something to Louis. But getting some alone time with Luke at Firefly turns out to be harder than expected.

Soft Forever by angelwarm | T | 12896 Liam tries to think about how Louis is still here, still his, in a small way. That man never saw Louis at the pier, barefoot and brilliant with sun spots on his shoulders. That one is Liam’s. That Louis is always going to be Liam’s.

walk, walk fashion baby by disgruntledkittenface | E | 23855 He couldn’t give a fuck about impressing these people, he’s only there to play the supportive boyfriend. But as he searches high and low for said boyfriend, one thought keeps gnawing at him, the sinking suspicion that Nick had dressed him up not so that Louis would feel more comfortable at the event, but so that Nick would feel more comfortable with Louis at the event. Maybe this assignment is starting to fuck with his head. Louis loves his supportive boyfriend, his passionate and interesting band of friends and coworkers, and his pair of quirky and dedicated dogs. What he doesn’t love is his job as co-editor of the Lifestyle section at a popular site aimed at millennials. But he was getting by until a new assignment landed in his lap: Let Your Boyfriend Dress You For A Week. His best mate Harry assured him it’d be a laugh, a bit of fun, but Louis was sure that Nick would dress him like an utter knob and his mates would take the piss all week. He didn’t expect to actually learn something about himself.

You're the Light by allwaswell16 | E | 31288 Before beginning a new graduate school in the fall, Louis Tomlinson decides to spend the summer working in Chicago as an editor’s assistant for the Chicago Tribune newspaper and staying with his old college roommate. What he finds on his first day of work is a tall, gorgeous editor named Harry who has the most beautiful green eyes he’s ever seen—and who also happens to be his new boss.

Lend Me Your Hand by QuickedWeen | M | 63354 Society has long since decided that the soulmarks everyone is born with are entirely unfashionable. They're just another way for people of a lower class to scam their way into marrying above their station. Lord Louis Tomlinson, Viscount Loring, on the other hand, has always believed that he will find his soulmate one day. Despite preparing for a match his whole life, he is entirely unprepared for the arrival of Gemma Styles' younger brother. Harry Styles has been traveling and away from society for over a year. Coming back, he intends to spend time with his sister, and slowly reacquaint himself with life in town. He doesn't need to wait around for a soulmark to determine how his life will play out.

Vanilla: Do you believe in ghosts?

I’m going to side with yes; there’s so much we don’t know about the universe/afterlife. I don’t think ghosts haunt graveyards though, becuase why would they be someplace full of stagnant energy?

As a child, I had two very unexplained experiences happen to me after we moved to a new house that to this day I cannot come to a conclusion about. I’m also very sensitive to energy in places and I still get chills when I think about the day my boyfriend and I were exploring this abandoned house and I looked at him and said, “We need to leave.”

Silky: What’s your biggest dream?

I’ve been working on a novel for about two years and I’d love to get it published some day.

Lace: What’s your favorite plant/flower?

This is so hard, haha. If I had to narrow it down to three, I’d say poppies, peonies and lilacs.

ok but…..same…..? when did he…. when did this happen….

literally the only dessert i actually like is apple pie lmao how sad is my life

actually anon she has a soft spot for the southern au… it’s the way to her heart…… Trust Me