What I Got for You, I Promise It's a Killer. by Colordrained | M | 3084 Zayn trusts Niall. He does. It's just. He really wishes he knew what Niall was doing, and why he couldn't be there. But it pays off. It always does, doesn't it?
It's Not a Side-Effect of the Cocaine, I'm Thinking it Must Be Love by Taayjaay | nr | 6374 Harry and Louis look very much alike, and they have even more in common. It might be the fact they have the same lip piercing and the tattoos that just seem to match up, or it might be the fact they drank a lot of beer and smoked a lot of weed, but there's just something about the way they look at each other that makes it so easy to just be together.
Forget Your Ex by PwoperNinjaElf | E | 9397 He just had to get right back on the horse, that’s what Harry kept telling himself. It was what Nick had told him he should do too, because after all, wasn’t that the way to get over someone; to get under someone else? Sayings like that had to exist for a reason… When Harry's boyfriend of two years leaves him for someone else, it's fair to say he's rather a bit upset, but his friends have a solution for him. Nick and Niall are hosting a start of term house party at their flat, having invited everyone they know from uni. Who knows, with a bit of luck Harry can find a rebound shag and finally forget his ex...
In All Its Imperfections by BriaMaria | E | 15014 From: Louis Tomlinson To: Undisclosed Recipients Hello! I’ve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if it’s yours! Cheers! “Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. “Oh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.” The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head. "What happened, mate?" Liam asked. Harry just pointed to his computer. Liam bent over Harry’s desk to read the email. “What? This isn’t bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?” “Leeyum" he groaned. “It’s what’s on the list.” “Oh,” Liam paused for a beat. “Is it dirty stuff?” Harry nodded. There was more silence. And then, “Dirty stuff with Louis?”
Can I Make It Any More Obvious? by slashter | E | 35660 "I don't have a good past. With boys. I've dated some crap guys who've done terrible things to me and I've…I've done some crazy shit with some guys, and Niall and Liam have always pulled me through, they've always had my best interests in mind. And they…they don't think that you're good for me." Louis finished, sighing and looking down at the tiles. "And the least I can do is listen to them, because I really do adore you, but if I get with you and I fuck things up, like I tend to do, then I'll lose their trust and yours, and I don't want that. I can't--I can't deal with that. It'd kill me." [AU where Louis does ballet and Harry is the epitome of everything Louis' friends want him to stay away from]
