# completed # "Hel-" "LEEYUM! WHERE THE FUCK 'RE YOU RIGHT NOW? I'M DYIN' HERE!!" "Uh..shouldn't you be calling 911 if you're dying?" # or # The one where Harry Styles accidentally dials a wrong number and finds himself amidst weird conversations, 3am jokes, flirty and sarcastic comments and maybe even between all th...
"Can you back up!?" He said with a little sass. "Sir it's my job to stand by close" he replied. "Not too close! It feels like you're breathing on my neck" he tried to nudge him away. "We're in a crowd I don't want you to get hurt"
• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely...
Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a water boy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn't seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris...
