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

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)