he comes in every day. coffee in hand, mop of curls atop his head, scared look on his face. it's been three months, and he never fails to come in. louis' never talked to him, never really been good at that. it's kind of why he sits in anne's office, anyways. he sees the green-haired boy stumble in every day and walk behind anne's desk to retrieve an obnoxiously large bag of sugar. takes three spoonfuls of sugar, dumps it in his coffee, mixes it, and leaves. louis' just curious about the boy, is all. he decides to make it his mission to break down coffee boy's walls. or, the one where harry's a selective mute and louis doesn't really know how to make friends. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED® all credit goes to me!

"it's not like that. i've had a bad past and i've done bad things, but that doesn't make make me a bad person, does it? i'm a good person-these leather jakcets just... aren't me." ✵ or, the one where harry tries to impress louis by sitting on a motercycle, but that motercycle happens to belong to the beautiful blue-eyed boy he can't stop looking at. and maybe, just maybe, no one sees through the wall that harry puts up through his leather jackets and tough persona, but the louis sees the way he looks at pink sweaters and nail polish and he thinks that harry's too hidden for it to be nothing. ✵ idea from knightchanges on tumblr! lowercase intended ;)

"my name is harry." "what?" "my name is harry." "i know. i just said that." "no, you said 'hair-ee'. it's 'hah-ree'." ✣ or, the one where harry has obsessive-compulsive disorder and louis just wants to understand. ✣ credit to whoever made the drawing in the picture. edit itself made by me.

Louis is walking on the street when it happens. It's quick, really, and he doesn't realize it happens until a few seconds after. Louis sees him walking in his direction. And then he notices his skin. "Nice tats," Harry says, walking past Louis and brushing his shoulder against him. Louis does a double take. There, clear as day, are countless tattoos on the man's arms. And one of them is Louis' name. Clear as day. ≫≫≫ Or the au where only your soulmate can see your tattoos and Harry walks by Louis and says "nice tats."

"Harry bets Louis that Louis won't do the dishes in the sink by tomorrow morning." "Louis bets Harry that Harry can't do a cartwheel in the lounge room." ••• "Harry bets Louis that Louis wouldn't kiss Harry if Harry had asked." ••• Louis walks up to Harry who is sitting on the counter, drinking his already cool tea. Louis places the note on Harry's lap and winks at him. With a shaky breath, he says, "You lost the bet, loser." And he presses his lips against Harry's. ••• idea from since-he-was-eighteen on tumblr! ••• if you do anything with this story, you must give me credit and let me know. DM me if you want to translate it or post the full story anywhere! all credit (except the original prompt) goes to me!