#unific

thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by nonsensedarling  @absoloutenonsense 

Length: 52k

Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

Red Brick Heart by hazmesentir

Length: 98k

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.

like a boomerang by youwilll (Deleted. but we have a copy! Send us a message here)

Length: 48k

“Right, so. Could I ask you an incredibly hypothetical question?” Louis whispers, this time, if only to take the piss out of Zayn.

“You came all the way here to ask me an ‘incredibly hypothetical question?’”

“Yes, of course,” Louis nods.

Zayn manages a quiet laugh. “Okay, I’ll bite. Go ahead, Tommo, ask away.”

“What would you do if you kept living the same day over and over again?”

AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it's always February 2nd. Until it isn't.

“So, I’ve never seen you at one of these parties before,” Harry says as he hands Louis his drink. “Who’re you here for?”

Well, shit. Louis was definitely not expecting that. He sips on his drink to give him a few moments to think of an answer and then, “Oh, y’know. I’m dating the host’s brother. What about you?” He’s quite pleased with himself. Great answer. He takes another drink as a reward.

Harry grins at him, eyes bright, and shrugs. “Gemma’s my sister.” Louis hums around the rim of his cup waiting for him to elaborate. “She’s the host,” he tacks on, smug smile on his face. Louis chokes on his drink and tries his best to glare at Harry while he coughs. Harry rubs at his back until he can breathe properly again, which is actually really not that helpful. “Didn’t realize we were dating, Lou. I’m flattered.”

“Uh- Jake, I think? Met him at one of Niall’s ‘get together’s. He’s alright. Nice face.” Louis pulls out a paperback book and squints at its small print, “Won’t be calling him, though."

Harry sighs, but it’s wasted. Why wouldn’t random boys with nice faces approach Louis in an empty library? The circles under his eyes are puffy and his hair is ruffled from a stubborn night's sleep, but he looks gorgeous. Like he isn’t from this planet.

His long legs are clad in black stockings that he’s amazed he didn’t notice before. They’re hooked into a black garter belt that rests above barely-there lace panties. The material covers most of his arse, but they sit low in the front, leaving Harry’s half hard cock exposed and bobbing in front of him. On top, Harry’s hardly covered in some skimpy nightie-looking thing, parted in the middle to show off his new butterfly tattoo.