Louis' job should be simple. Harry Styles, one of the top ranking tennis players in the world, is every publicist's perfect client. He's charismatic, enigmatic, and fit as fuck. The darling of the media, a national treasure, and a sponsor's wet dream. He's also a goofball with the kindest heart, sweet, and polite, and singularly focused on achieving his goals.
There are just two minor problems. Firstly, Louis' debilitating crush on said client. And secondly, Harry has just accidentally Instagrammed a picture of his dick to his 18 million followers. So no, Louis' job is anything but simple.
OR the one where Louis is Harry's highly strung publicist and has a thing for his client, Harry is an international sports star and has a thing for his publicist, Liam and Zayn have a thing for each other, and Niall wishes everyone would just get their shit together.
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The story of how one man's love changed the world.
Harry looks so intensely into Louis' eyes it's as though he's reaching in and touching his very soul. "I never thought... I never... I've been searching for so long, Louis, but I never gave up. I couldn't stop, wouldn't stop trying," Harry says, bottom lip trembling as he strokes the backs of Louis' knuckles. "I just knew that if you were out there, I'd find you somehow."
Notes: This work contains explicit sexual content. Commissioned cover art by twopoppies.tumblr.com.