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you live in my bones and we live in the sun by queenmcgonagall | nr | 1212 the sun and the desert and a map and nowhere to be but with each other.

Baby, I Met You On the Highway by i_amthecosmos | G | 1978 The desert is boring, but an unexpected friend makes things better.

throbs and gleams by thinlines | T | 3728 au. harry rides motorcycle across the country and finds louis in the middle of a desert.

my youth is yours by sapphirestylan | G | 5309 Niall and Harry are uni students who go down to visit Harry's family in southern California over spring break. They leave on a road trip in the middle of the desert, going as best friends and coming back a lot more.

Alien Roadtrip! by HelloAmHere | E | 16378 For the first time in his life, Louis doesn’t know where he’s going. Harry doesn’t mind. OR: roadtrip with desert feelings, too much snack food, and empty motels. Harry is definitely absolutely not an alien. That would be ridiculous.

Cosmic Love by smittenwithlouis | M | 27185 Sudden chills rake over his body yet again, making him stay rooted to the ground. Static in the air makes every hair on his body stand up straight. That's when he notices something a couple feet in front of him lying on the ground. It’s what appears to be a person, weird white beams snaking around them like Christmas lights. Louis' heart rate picks up. Is the person alright? What are they doing here? What the fuck is happening? Or: Louis lives in a small, desert town in the middle of nowhere Texas, yet a strange visitor manages to find Louis among the stars.

Speed Dates and Slow Lanes by zita17 | E | 34652 Overworked drama TA and script reader Louis Tomlinson just wants to make it through the end of the semester unscathed when an impromptu road trip turns his relationship with his best friend and roommate Harry Styles upside down. Basically, this is the story of what happens AFTER a pair of idiots try to become lovers. Co-starring Harry’s vintage Mercedes named Delilah, with cameos by Shakespeare, mix tapes, Denny’s, Walmart, Frank Sinatra, Joshua Tree National Park, Harry’s crocheted bucket hat, and Louis’ mesh tank top.

niall’s getting engaged. harry’s still in love with him.

So yes, our circumstances and shitty and no, we wouldn’t work, but I still love you. I don’t know when I’ll stop.

Harry’s face is close, close enough that he can smell the peppermint tea on his breath, eyes crinkled up with laughter lines and how hard he’s smiling. Niall’s eyes drop to his teeth, the two front ones slightly bigger than the rest, and his face is so familiar it makes him feel warm all over even though his jumper is rucked up and there’s snow stinging cold on the strip of bare skin there. If he closes his eyes, forgets the cold, they could be 18 and wrestling on the floor of the tour bus, or 22, fumbling about on a hotel bed and laughing their way through sex. 25, now, sinking into the snow.

niall finds out he's colorblind.

“Niall,” Harry starts, and Niall hums in acknowledgement. “Did you know, I’ve contemplated becoming a hermit.”

Niall peers down at Harry’s solemn face. “Are you drunk?”

Harry narrows his eyes at him, mouth turned down in a pout. “No. I’m not. I’m being serious.”

“Oh.”

“Well?”

“Huh? Oh- no, I didn’t know you thought of that.”

It's two years after One Direction ended, and Harry's moved on. So has Niall, except not in all the ways he'd like- but it's not his fault he's got Harry's name tattooed on his skin, is it?