#blackorchids

zero to sixty by velvetnoodle | M | 826 Louis’ first mistake was pretending he actually owned a motorbike. His second mistake was pretending to own the motorbike that belonged to the very guy he’d been trying to pull. OR the one where louis makes a terrible first impression

Born to Be Mild by alivingfire | G | 1959 “So do you ride?” the boy asks. He grins, nods at something behind Harry. “Is one of those yours?” Harry turns, remembers that he had been ogling a shiny white motorcycle. It still gleams temptingly, and there’s a sudden thought flashing in Harry’s head like a warning light: tattoos-soft fringe-blue eyes-do you ride? and Harry says, “Yeah.” The boy’s eyebrows raise, slowly but steadily. Like he can’t believe it. Like it’s unbelievable that Harry would ride a giant white motorcycle. That, Harry decides, cannot be allowed to happen. So, he also decides, turning back to the motorcycle, he must prove his validity. His manhood. Even if he’s lying. Suddenly, Harry’s straddling a motorcycle, and this isn’t even the weirdest place he’s ended up after a night out.

World Standing Still by afirethatcannotdie | T | 2058 He falls forward, reaches out to steady himself on the nearest human by clutching a soft pair jeans, ripped holes in the knees, and spills his entire beer all over said human’s shoes. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. “S’ alright. I mean, I might need new shoes, but—” “Cinnamon roll." He can't stop himself; his brain isn't working. “What’s that?” the guy asks, helping him up. His hand is so soft, and Harry doesn’t want to let go. “Your hair looks like a cinnamon roll, you know, all quiff-y, and… and stuff." AU. A first meeting in a pub doesn't go so well.

rebel child and a preacher's son by blackorchids | M | 6238 harry's the reverend's son trapped in the same tiny little town his whole life, waiting for something to change, when zayn rides in on his motorcycle with his cool leather jacket and his endless cigarettes.

i can be the motor (you'll be the gasoline) by kiwikero | E | 7978 Harry is a British pop star living in LA. While trying to escape his reality of publicity stunts and record sales, his Harley breaks down. Stranded in the mountains, Harry has no choice but to call for help. And, somehow, a fit tow truck driver with the ocean in his eyes might end up fixing more than just Harry's bike.

two wheels of a different pair (but we're still rolling into something we don't know) by zouee | G | 14136 “Does it get tiring?” Louis asks, voice coming out softer than anticipated. The response doesn’t come right away. For a moment, Louis thinks Zayn might actually be asleep; pulled under quickly despite their surroundings. Then he thinks Zayn’s making a point to ignore him and he considers leaving - the rejection making his heart sting. But in the next moment Zayn remains stone-still as he replies, mouth only moving slightly. “What does?” Louis turns his head, looks at him, “Pretending you don’t care. _ When an out of town bikie storms into a restaurant placed on the outskirts, he doesn’t expect to meet the boy with bright eyes and devilish smile. Set in the 1950’s.

Prince Harry and the Expert in Motorcycle Maintenance by juliusschmidt | E | 15978 Louis puts the truck back into drive. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Where do you want me to take you?” “To the Royal Palace.” “The hospital psych ward, it is, then,” Louis says, though that’s a forty-five minute trip and a lecture on tardiness from his stepfather that, in the end, will definitely not be worth the trouble. an abo cinderella au in which prince harry rides a motorcycle and louis, a simple mechanic, fixes it.