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I Think I Found My Way Home by armadillosunset

Words: 11,392 // Rating: Not Rated

Harry knew he had jinxed things the moment he told himself his pregnancy was going along rather easily.

It just took a bit for things to play out.

-x-

Or the double mpreg fic with an old farmhouse, some fortunately unfortunate luck, and a chaotic power-hungry proto-toddler.

Fireworks by damaged_danzy | G | 442 Harry and Louis go to watch fireworks, but things don't go as planned...

Fireworks In Our Hearts by thebravedontsurrender | nr | 994 a drabble where louis and harry have a four year old son and they go see fireworks with him

like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow by supernope | T | 1495 “Fireworks,” is all he says before he’s scrambling for a pair of shoes in the bunks and stumbling out the door. Also known as: incredibly self-indulgent Fourth of July tour fic.

Rockets’ Red Glare by armadillosunset | nr | 1776 Harry Styles hates fireworks. It is known. But Louis always comes through for his baby, even if he doesn’t know he needs it.

Happy Fourth of July by Midnightprincess | M | 2966 A celebration of America's independence might turn into a celebration of something else.

To Give You a Hand to Hold by gettingaphdinlarry | nr | 26150 When he spoke again, Harry’s voice was low. “Ever think of how many birthdays they don’t get?” Louis avoided Harry’s eyes. “What do you mean?” “Martinez was what, nineteen? Missed a good sixty of them.” Harry took the last of his cake and passed the plate to Louis. “Figure sixty missed birthdays each. Just on our side. How many is that?” Louis used the edge of his fork to scrape frosting off the plate. “Never thought about it.” “What would your shrink say?” “‘Focus on the positive.’” Harry ran a hand over his head and scratched the back of his neck. “How’s that working?” :: Marine Louis Tomlinson is medically discharged when an IED explodes in Afghanistan. Months later, he's reunited Stateside with his Navy medic Harry Styles. The two of them shelter each other even as they refuse to admit they're in the throes of PTSD, until one night nearly destroys them.

the sun's been quite kind by hemakeshimstrongx | T | 53753 “You know I can see you looking at him, right?” Lottie says pointedly, right in Harry’s ear so Louis can’t hear them; although it’s not like Louis is paying attention anyways, Tommy is there and they’re talking about something entirely different now. Harry gives Lottie a funny look, even though he knows exactly what she’s talking about. “Even after all this time, huh?” she asks. Harry shrugs. “I dunno. It’s probably just a nostalgia thing.” - Or: Harry and Louis haven't spoken in eight years. Harry finds himself unable to free himself from Louis' captivating pull. It's definitely not just a nostalgia thing.

Say Something by kingsofeverything | E | 105497 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.

Like a Picture Print by Currier & Ives by armadillosunset

Words: 10,089 // Rating: General

“What thrift store clearance bin did you pull that atrocity out of?” Niall wheezes, doubling over from laughing so hard.

They all stand there, holding their collective breaths in that moment. Everyone except Niall, whose laughter is the only sound in the entire flat — the entire building, the entire universe at this moment.

“Didn’t know we were doing an ugly sweater party this year! Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

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Every year, for as long as they’ve been dating, Harry knits his boyfriend, Louis, a sweater. And every year, Harry hopes for a ring on his finger in return.

Maybe this is the year Harry finally gets what he wants.

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