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i’ll bring the bread because boy, you’re the jam 8k

Just when he’s about to stop clicking the next button and claim defeat, maybe put some posters up around town, he’s met with a picture of white cardstock lying on a table, words written in black Sharpie with careful, deliberate strokes. “Hiiii,” it reads, “if you’re reading this, you’ve found my camera! I’d love it if you could contact me so I can get it back. It’d be the nice thing to do.”

HL FIC OF THE MONTH

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On This Winter's Night 

by @reminiscingintherain

When a random bloke offers his lap for a seat on a busy bus in December, Louis' Christmas ends up being much different, and far less lonely than he was expecting.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson Additional Tags: Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Dates, Baker Harry Styles, Grumpy Louis Tomlinson, One Shot, Awkward Dates, Clumsy Harry Styles, Protective Louis Tomlinson, Christmas Cookies, Wine, Ice Skating, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Edinburgh, First Kiss, Fluff, Roller Coasters, puking, Song: Night Changes (One Direction), Inspired by Fionna and Cake, No Smut, Grumpy/Sunshine Summary:

somewhere in between lightning by @nauticalleeds, @shiningdistraction, jassy117 I 99K

As Louis took another bite, he thought back to how he had once believed that the hardest thing about being on Love Island would be Liam handling his social media. He had been wrong. It was Harry Styles, peeking over at Louis as he forked a pancake into his mouth, and gauging his reaction. It was having to quench the swelling of his heart, which felt simultaneously like hope and the breaking of a thousand pieces.

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A summer gone wrong (or very right) when, under Liam’s persuasion, Louis finds himself drunkenly applying for Love Island, and getting accepted. Oh, well. A summer spent on an island paradise couldn’t be all that bad, right?

i’ll bring the bread because boy, you’re the jam 8k

Just when he’s about to stop clicking the next button and claim defeat, maybe put some posters up around town, he’s met with a picture of white cardstock lying on a table, words written in black Sharpie with careful, deliberate strokes. “Hiiii,” it reads, “if you’re reading this, you’ve found my camera! I’d love it if you could contact me so I can get it back. It’d be the nice thing to do.”