Harry Styles Oneshots

Always Been in Love

Louis and Harry are of similar height, Louis is slightly taller

Louis had been all over the news since his arrival to England two months ago from Russia. Blasted on every page of every magazine and somehow apart of most headlines on the news.

"Apparently some pop star is comin' to watch us play tonight, you know that Harry Styles?" One of his team mates says as they take a quick break. "Never heard of him." Louis shakes his head as he speaks, a frown on his face. "He's a real pretty boy, I'm not gay but he's fuckin' hot."

Louis frowns again, "Show me him." His teammate nods. "I think he'd be your type." As he speaks the man types on his phone, when he turns it around it shows a picture of the man in maybe a jumpsuit, his pecs on show with some beautiful tattoos on his sternum and chest. "Is pretty." Louis nods, running back over as their coach calls them back.

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Louis smiles and nods his head, whispering a small thank you as the man finishes talking and moves away. His teammate from earlier, Fernandez, moves over to talk to him. "He's here, apparently. Wanted to meet some of us or something." Louis instantly knows who he's talking about, his eyes snapping to Fernandez's - who sticks his hands up in mock surrender. "I don't know if he really is, but I heard that he might be." Louis gives a quick nod, pushing himself off the bar he'd been leaning on. "Going for smoke." He says, moving outside and finding a smaller isolated balcony and lighting up his smoke.

"Pretty sure they're not very healthy for you." A voice says, someone steps up next to him, looking out to the city like Louis. Louis lets out a small chuckle. "Only sometimes." He looks to the person and sees the man Fernandez had been talking about. "Louis Tomlinson." Harry nods, sticking out his hand for Louis to shake. "Harry."

"Harry who?"

Harry smiles, a small chuckle leaving his pink lips. "Styles, Harry Styles." Louis nods, taking a drag from his cigarette. "You played really well tonight." Louis shrugs. "Not best game. Only score 3 goals." He says smugly. Harry laughs, and Louis' pretty sure he wants to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

"Tomlinson! They're doing the formal shit." Louis sighs, rolling his eyes. "You have phone?" He asks, his face and voice giving nothing away. "W-what?" Harry says, his brow creasing. "You have phone, yes?" Harry nods, fishing it out of his pocket.

Louis quickly types in his number, only putting in his initials and then sending himself a message.

He quickly send Harry a message, sending his address with a winking face. Harry looks at the message and then back to Louis. "You come, da? Very pretty." Harry blushes, letting out a laugh. "Maybe."

Louis reaches his hand up to Harry's face, holding his chin between his thumb and fingers. Louis lets his thumb dance along Harry's bottom lip. He leans in to kiss Harry roughly, then leans into his ear. "You will." He whispers cockily, leaving a chaste kiss to the pop stars cheek as the footballer moves back inside.

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Over the next few weeks, Louis and Harry are seeing each other nearly every other night. While they were being careful and trying to keep it under wraps, it was proving to be a bit difficult though as both of their fame levels made it harder for them.

"Good boy, you listen da?" Harry nods as Louis pushes him against the wall. The younger man whines as Louis presses their hips together. "Ty idealen." Louis whispers, picking Harry up and moving into the living room. "What is that?" Harry whispers, looking at Louis.

Louis frowns a little with a hum. "What did you say? I don't speak Russian."

"Means you are perfect." Harry blushes, "You'll have to teach me." Louis hums with a cocky smile, pulling Harry cock out of his pants and starting to jerk him off.