Harry stood there in the moonlight with his arms wrapped around Louis as the older lad swayed them in front of the building’s door, not sure what to say to him, how to explain himself. But at the same time all Harry could think was that friends don’t do this, two people working together can’t do this. At this point though he couldn’t care less about what he was told he couldn’t do. So before he let go of the man in his arms and without thinking he dipped his head and gently pressed his lips to Louis’ cheek, making the older lad freeze before he grinned softly to himself. “Goodnight Lou.” And before Louis could mutter anything back, before he could ask another question Harry released himself out of Louis' grip and walked towards the door of his building, but not without hearing a quiet “goodnight Haz” behind him. Or Harry Styles. It was a name everyone knew, a person the public loved. But he had one impossible task. Write and record his third album in a month. This is where Louis Tomlinson comes in. He wasn’t famous, not by any means. But this songwriter was going to make Harry's album possible. That is if fans, the media and falling in love don’t get in the way first.

Harry is fifteen minutes late to the office on the day Louis Tomlinson comes out as gay. Or, the one where Harry's a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League's first gay football player, and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.

[fem!larry ; completed] Harry nearly chokes when she realizes that Louis is wearing a crop top. A striped little thing that showcases the small swell of her breasts and her flat and -overwhelmingly aesthetically pleasing- stomach. She's also wearing a choker. Which. You know. Is fine. Harry is fine. Harry is totally fine and semi-exclusive with Nick Grimshaw -who is intensely fit and also a lad that Harry has had a crush on for literal years- and she is totally, not at all attracted to the semi-punk rock girl that broke her phone. That doesn't mean that she can't try to be mates with her, though. And that's what she will do. Half of her kind of wants to prove Louis wrong, that she is more than a 'smart, pretty type' of person that doesn't associate with 'punk rock slackers' like her. They are totally a good fit to be good mates, Harry is sure of it. She also kind of wants to have a little bit more of a peek into the alluring enigma that is Louis Tomlinson, but that's something that only Harry and her cat has to know. ((aka: the fem!larry punk rock/flower child au that no one asked for but i decided to write anyways.))

♦COMPLETED♦ they're in l.a for a couple of days. harry kind of wants to get married. this time, louis is ready. [cover by the lovely @empathetics]

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