I was summoned. 😂 @LouisThiccSexyAss had a crazy dream and wanted me to turn it into a story. "I had a dream last night that Louis was marrying Eleanor and Harry decided 'fuck it' and cosplayed as Eleanor and married Louis and Louis didn't find out until the consummating the wedding and was like 'El? Since when have you had a dick?' And Harry's just like 'Since you married Harry Styles'. I am now mad that it's not; 1. Real 2. an @itstilliswhatitis fic 3. In any way giving me context as to where the fuck Eleanor was 4. Pretending that Harry isn't 6'0 5. A completed dream. I NEED CONTEXT Well, I was up for the challenge and turned it into a drunken one-shot and gave it context, but dreams aren't logical and I had to try and put some sort of logic behind it so the story might not be exactly like the dream. 😘

One-shot based on Harry's unreleased song Hunger. Connected to my story The Way I Do. This is Harry's pov of the breakup while The Way I Do is Louis' pov.

I had this prompt suggested to me years ago. Unfortunately, the person who suggested it got lost in my DM's and I'm sorry about that. If you recognize your suggestion, please contact me so I can give you credit. ♥️ I don't remember much from the suggestion. Just that one of them is a solo artist and touch deprived and the other one is a professional cuddler. I might have twisted it around but I focused on that. Harry always wanted to be an artist and when he finally gets signed to a label it has strings attached. He has to hide his omega status. He's willing to make that sacrifice. His manager Jeff made sure that he was only surrounded by betas and that he used a beta masking spray. Harry was so busy touring he didn't have time for any personal relationships. Finally, the consequences of his choices caught up with him. After waking up one night in excruciating pain and being brought to the hospital the doctor told him that he suffered from a condition called Severe Touch deprivation. Every fiber in his body hurts from the lightest touch. The only thing that could help him now was something called Sensory and Touch Therapy. That was how the alpha Louis Tomlinson stepped into his life. He was his new therapist. Warnings: Smut

Based on the Ren song Suic*de! Harry works at a Suicide Hotline. One night he gets a call from someone ready to jump into the Themsen River. Warnings: Smut, Talk of suicide, suicidal thoughts, Suicide attempt. Don't read if this triggers you. ❤️

As a writer, Harry works from home. He likes to listen to his favourite artist, Niall Horan, while he wr8tes, but lately, someone in his apartment building chooses the wrong Bluetooth speaker while watching porn and Harry's sanctuary is disturbed when the sound of moaning men blast through his apartment day and night. Who could it be and how can he make it stop?

Fuck, I had to do it. In the year 1982 Harry moves to London and he can finally be himself. He meets Zayn, an openly proud gay drag show artist who introduces him to his group of friends. That's how he meets Louis and falls in love Suddenly people are getting sick with an unknown virus that seems to target the gay community. Everything changes. People are afraid to go out and in the special hospital wing, people with the disease die alone in excrusiating pain. Warning: Major character death

I thought that Ed Sheerans song Kiss me needed some context between the lines.

Drunken One-Shot. The title says it all.

I wrote a quick one-shot to celebrate Harry's birthday today! ♥️

When One Direction takes a hiatus Harry finally seeks out a therapist and begins to unravel his emotions and thoughts. Warnings: Mentioning of drugs, suicidal thoughts, suicidal attempt, psychological abuse.