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Iconic Fics by... - YesIsAWorld -

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Going into the fourteenth race, Harry qualifies with a stellar time, beating the previous track record by three seconds. Unfortunately, Louis does too, and on the last segment of the track he pulls out a startling lap time, beating Harry by almost eight tenths of a second.

The only positive about starting behind Louis is at least he’ll get to stare at Louis’ ass.

2.

“However many,” Louis faked direction again, “goals we each score, that’s how many times we each get off tonight.”

Harry hated when Louis was a tease. “Yeah, you up for getting me off three times tonight? Think you can handle it?”

3.

“Why?” Harry shook his head. “Why are you here? You’re gorgeous. I can’t imagine you’re hard up for… um…”

“Oh,” that time Louis’ whole face blushed. He put his cup down on the counter and turned around. He put both hands on his sizeable, seemingly-firm, arse. “Because of this,” he squeezed, “everyone wants me to bottom.

4.

Before he realised it, he was just as drunk as Louis and hadn’t even attempted to find his friends. Or his fiance, who, once Nick thought of it, hadn’t made any attempt to find him either. Which was fine, really.

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Hi, anon! So I'm assuming you want fics where someone is compelled to tell the truth by some kind of curse or whatever. So here are some fics that fit what you're looking for!

When you Tell the Truth you can Forget the Lies by Leafellie

'“Maybe he has to tell the truth!” Niall shouts, even though he was only sat on the other side of Louis. “Like maybe he’s been drugged.” They had been brain storming for ten minutes now and, despite the abnormality of Niall’s suggestion, it seemed like the most valid theory yet.'

Or the one were Harry can't lie and ends up ranting at Louis about love and a metaphorical window.

Tongue Tied by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

Louis’ new bestie placed a hand on his shoulder; he turned with a sway and looked into his blue eyes. ”What do you wish?” The world spun for a moment, and Louis shrugged. It was easy. The only thing he wanted. “I wish that I could tell Harry that I love him, instead of getting all tongue tied and chickening out.” The Irishman winked. “You never know, your wish may just come true.” “From your lips to God’s ears, mate.” He gave the man a hug. “I gotta go before my Uber leaves me.” He stumbled to the door, and that was the last thing he remembered from the night.

candle wax & polaroids on the hardwood floor by loubellies