coming home by starvingdoms | T | 3955 Something in Harry's tone brings Louis back to the last time they were intimate with each other. He sucks suck in small breath as his cock twitches, before it starts filling up, and Louis pushes the door closed before leaning his back against it. "Talk me off, love, please?"

a prisoner of history, waiting for you to come asking me by reinacadeea | nr | 9565 Harry is a young promising footballer and Nick is a passionate fashion journalist who hasn’t quite figured out how to be anything but single. Naturally, they meet and fall in love.

Come In and Change My Life by lightswoodmagic | E | 12183 He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped.He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour. Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

It's Coming Home by lovelarry10 | E | 14735 Harry hates football and is reluctantly dragged to Hyde Park to watch the semi-final. It’s not the football that catches his eye though, it’s the cute blue-eyed boy at the next VIP balcony... Or the one where Harry and Louis are strangers who meet at the England vs Croatia semi-final match being screened in London and maybe find what it is they've been searching for.

Hidden in plain sight by Poopish_scoopish | T | 16940 McCoy took one look at Louis, assessed his knee, and shook his head. "Matten, you're up!" he called over his shoulder, and Matten threw the purple vest over his head and made his way to the edge of the pitch. "No, no, no, I can play," Louis pleaded. "Please, let me play." McCoy didn't even look at him when he spoke, too focused on the ongoing game. "Take a seat, Tomlinson." Goddamnit. OR, the one where Louis is a stubborn football player for the national English team and injures his knee in their first World Cup game. Harry is the fit physio that has to put some sense into his head and stop him from playing.

Like An Anthem In My Heart | nr | 21372 “Frankly, there has been a breach in privacy.” And oh. It makes Louis relax at first. Because while he doesn’t really know what that means and why it’s got everyone up in arms, at least no one has died. Except, when he observes the panicked faces and one mildly disturbed grimace once more, he suddenly realises what this is about, and dread pools in his stomach. There’s only one conclusion he can draw from their reactions – really only one thing that compromises Louis’ value as a player, unfortunately. There is only one thing that’d make their expressions that unpleasant, expressions Louis never wanted to see. Because it’s not supposed to go like this. Louis is playing his first World Cup, and he's anxious enough as it is without the added pressure of being out and his best friend not being there. Plus, there's this new, really sweet, rosy-cheeked, curly-haired string bean boy teammate that Louis definitely should not be crushing on.

The Beautiful Game by sunshiner | E | 28024 “She always gives you thumbs up,” Zayn says, her legs balanced on a kitchen chair and her head inside the cereal cabinet. “She even mentioned you on twitter once.” “The twitter that features gems of modern literature such as ‘Orange orange orange.’ or ‘Super hands’? And that’s just recently. Adorable and endearing, yes. Significant, not so much.” “It said, and I quote ‘@thetommoway’s the best way.’ hashtag welovelou.” Not that Louis needs to be reminded. She’s a knock knock joke away from getting it tattooed on her forehead as it is. or the one with football vlogging, food blogging, salsa dancing, late-night cooking, Brazil sightseeing, way too many bathroom encounters, the recommended amount of unnecessary pining, a bunch of staggering examples of bad stadium etiquette, a Balotelli shirt and a whole lot of snogging. girl!Direction

you watch the stars by carissima | E | 36911 He'd told himself not to get swept up by the media, not to get his hopes up. But it's real. He's going to the World Cup and playing for his country and it's all a bit overwhelming, to be honest. "I'm going to play in a World Cup," he says slowly, letting it really sink in. World Cup AU where everyone plays for England, even Niall, and there's a liberal artistic licence in how far England can really go in the competition.

Multi-chapter | 10,781 words | Not rated | by reinacadeea

Soulmates are rare things. That’s the first thing you learn in school.

“If you find a soulmate,” Mrs. Perkins always used to say. “Nothing will tear you apart. It’s the deepest love you will ever feel.”

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