"Creo que podría ser así todo el tiempo", dice Harry. "Sé que no tiene sentido, pero creo que deberías considerarlo. Podría hacerte feliz si me dejas." Louis es un profesor de literatura en Oxford y Harry es su nuevo y ansioso estudiante. Ambos están atrapados en una historia sobre amor prohibido, pérdida y segundas oportunidades, en la que uno está al borde de la angustia. --- esta fic no es mia, la traduzco con el permiso de la autora stylinsoncity (ao3)

"Dangerous? Not haute?" Harry mused. "Why not haute?" "'Course you're haute, babe," Louis smiled. He reached out to fix a stray curl that had dropped down onto Harry's forehead. Harry stared at him with a dimpled smile, and Louis reared his head back to laugh. Harry craned his head back in parallel with Louis', watching him. He couldn't peel his eyes away. Louis Tomlinson laughing was the most beautiful thing in the world. "You're a whole other level of charming, you know that?" Louis said. Harry leaned forward to kiss Louis. They both closed their eyes, savoring the moment. It was a kiss that should have happened ages ago. Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren't supposed to be friends. But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles. 2017. ©️ @13ways

Durante un largo hiatus, Louis visita a Harry en su cabaña en Idaho, donde los sentimientos enterrados desde hace mucho tiempo, se encienden como fuego, para mantenerlos calientes. [PlayList de la fic: https://open.spotify.com/user/lululawrence/playlist/2TEcjog60KeTOkkF9JkY6Q] Historia original en inglés. Por: stylinsoncity en ao3. [http://archiveofourown.org/works/5924089] Tumblr: http://akingdomlikethis.tumblr.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/stylinson_city Permiso de la autora original para traducir la fic.

THIS IS BUTTERFLY GUN BY ERAVAIN ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN Summary: Harry has never been much of a fighter, but-as always-where Louis Tomlinson is concerned, a lot of things stop being true. 1940's AU. Even after six years apart, they can't forget their shared wartime childhood. IN NO MEANS AM I TRYING TO CLAIM THIS AS MY OWN STORY, THIS IS JUST SO I CAN READ IT IN A MORE EASY WAY AND FOR OTHERS WHO WOULD LIKE TO READ IT SINCE IT WAS TAKEN OFF OF AO3. PLEASE DO NOT REPORT IT. IF IT IS A PROBLEM TO YOU LET ME KNOW AND I WILL DO MY BEST TO FIX IT. THANK YOU AND ENJOY <3