Not much can happen in a boring fourteen-hour flight, unless you're Harry Styles and you're sitting next to Louis Tomlinson. I did not write this. All credits go to morningvisions on ao3.

Harry is a writer at Sugarscape with a not so secret crush on BBC actor Louis Tomlinson. I did not write this. All credits go to livingbetweenthetimes on ao3.

It's engrained into him, nothing else matters, protecting Harry at all costs is what pumps his heart and floods his veins. It's just, he didn't count on the one thing Harry would need protecting from would be himself. (Harry and Louis are in love, and they are probably soul mates. They just can't be bond mates because despite the undeniable pull, it's them against the world.) I did not write this. All credits go to itiswhatitisbutterfly on ao3.

Harry is a slutty yoga teacher with his sights set on Louis and Louis wants to pull that long hair of his while he fucks him really hard from behind. I did not write this. All credits go to stylescantstop on ao3.

At first Louis thought it was cute.. It was just a reminder of how young Harry really was. Even the second time, it didn't bother him so much. But once it was happening consistently, Louis knew something needed to be done. I did not write this. All credits go to orphan_account on ao3.

"So, tell me what you want?" The younger boy demanded, and Louis' mind filled with inappropriate images of Harry. Everything to do with Harry. "I..." He couldn't think. Could barely breathe, and his dick was so fucking hard in his track pants he didn't know why Harry wasn't pointing it out. "You...have to do whatever I say for a whole day." Louis blurted out. "Deal." Harry said without missing a beat, his green eyes shining like the light in The Great Gatsby. His easy agreement had Louis groaning, because Harry already did whatever Louis told him to do. Or, the one where Harry and Louis challenge each other not to get off to see who will break first. I did not write this. All credits go to orphan_account on ao3.

"You didn't deny thinking about me while watching porn either, though." Harry smiled and brushed his curls to the side before leaning over the desk so he was closer to Louis. "Do you stroke your big cock to those corny student teacher porn videos? Do you get mad when you watch? Because god, it's so fucking cheesy. But you can't help the way you start to come when the student starts moaning, 'Ugh fuck professor fuck me.' Because somehow it's hot, and maybe it's hot because you want to hear a certain student moaning professor while you fuck them over your desk. Now isn't that right, Professor Tomlinson?" ~ or the one where human harry seduces his hot teacher professor tomlinson, who happens to be a vampire ~ I did not write this. All credits go to harrysprostate on ao3.

Harry and Louis re-enact a porn. I did not write this. All credits go to dancingontheceiling and Scrufflecake on ao3.

Louis and Harry bang it out in the dressing room after performing "18" and "No Control" for the first time at OTRA Brussels. I did not write this. All credits go to dancingontheceiling on ao3.

Harry's excited and nervous about wearing makeup for the first time publicly. louis is his supportive makeup artist. I did not write this. All credits go to soldouthaz on ao3.