#larryau

I want you for worse or for better

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Status: completed

main tags:

friends to lovers, idiots in love, humour, college au, louis has the rizz, not a slow burn, lovers in denial, larry fluff that makes you feel single af, the closet plays a very special role in their relationship

Summary:

"Help me! I'm in the closet!"

"Louis, you came out to me months- Oh you are really trapped in there!"

OR a uni au where Harry and Louis are roommates. If he didn't knew better, Harry would've arrived to a conclusion that Louis was trying to woo him with all his cheeky gestures.

Then a halloween party changed it all or the things that occured before the halloween party did.

(TEASER OF A FANFICTION I'VE WRITTEN FOR @1d-oneliner-fest)

and i don’t care it’s obvious by alwaysxlarrie

Harry/Louis | 20.9k

“However, his issue was that no one had ever created a guide that one could follow in regards to what to do or how to feel when your crush was your sister's best friend. Harry would like someone to please come up with a book dedicated to said guidelines because as it was, he was absolutely winging it and hoping for the best.”

written for @1000feelingsfics

Seven Simple Words by @jacaranda-bloom (jacaranda_bloom)

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It’s not like he and Louis were a couple. No, they might have been a lot of things—best mates and colleagues with a seemingly convenient friends-with-benefits arrangement—but never a couple. It wasn’t Louis’ fault he didn’t feel the same way and couldn’t reciprocate Harry’s feelings in the way he’d wanted, the way he’d needed. Harry had allowed himself to get in too deep, his entire being aching to be loved back by the object of his affections. But in love, as in life, you don’t always get what you want.

OR the one where you don’t always get what you want the first time around, but sometimes the universe decides to give you a second chance at getting it right.

A Road To Hope

by he_wants_to_write

“We’re far from the people and their issues, don’t hold back. Please.”

It’s true. They are far away from anything that could stop them, the middle of nowhere being the safest place on Earth for them to fall in love. The sacred land where sacred love is created. However, Louis is certain that even if they weren’t safe, he wouldn’t resist the sight of Harry, his pleading eyes, his warm skin beneath his touch.

or

In the heat of April, 1944, an escapee soldier lost in a dirt-road stumbles upon a small farm and finds himself recovering from the traumas of World War II in the simplicity of a frugal life, with the help of a little boy's innocent soul, and a farmer's hopeful green eyes.

Completed - Graphic Descriptions Of Violence - 1 Chapter - Words: 18k

your biggest fan by @soldouthaz (soldouthaz)

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Just like everyone else, Louis has a few habits that he can’t seem to break. Guilty pleasures, rather. His nails are perpetually short because he can’t quit biting them, the bottom of his shoes scuffed from tapping his foot constantly. Sometimes his leg gets a cramp from bouncing it so often underneath his desk. That isn't too bad, he reckons, just some average teenage coping mechanisms.

And also, occasionally, minor instances of theft.

Soaked In The Blood Of Angels by whoknows

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The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape.

Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago.

This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

make this feel like home by @soldouthaz (soldouthaz)

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The house on West 28th Street in London is twice the size of Louis', more expensive than the price of all of his house and car payments combined, and is falling apart at the seams.