***AVAILABLE AS KINDLE OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON*** good with words; in minds, on lips, on tongues, in pages. 1982 Louis is a writer living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Harry is a figure of colors, curls, and dimples and a thousand words Louis never anticipated writing, a thousand things he never anticipated feeling. highest ranking: 🥇no.1 in #larrystylinson no.1 in #larryfics

It's the year 2020 and Louis gets an unexpected call informing him that one direction were reuniting in no less than a month. When the time comes, no one expected Harry to act the way he does. Or a hate to love fic where Harry and Louis reunite after the hiatus. Completed- 26th jan, 2020

He wasn't. He couldn't be. Louis was humping his leg. Maybe he was sleeping, Harry's thoughts spun wildly, having a dirty dream. But Harry knew Louis up and down, the patterns of his breathing, the tension in his muscles - this wasn't sleeping Louis. As if to confirm Harry's thoughts, Louis gripped him slightly and unmistakably ground his hips. A soft moan escaped Harry's lips. Louis stilled. Harry held his breath. No no no please don't stop, God. Louis' hands traveled up his body lightly, the barely there touch making him hiss. "'S this ok?" Louis' voice sounded uncertain, hesitant, like his fingers delicately tracing Harry's spine. Or: A whole lot of cute fluffiness takes a horrifying descent into hardcore godless smut. But it's ok though cuz it's Louis and Harry and they're adorable little cupcakes who love each other very much.

louist91: I kinda really wanna suck your dick louist91: no homo tho ••••• {HIGHEST RANKING: #3 in FanFiction}