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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"No?" Harry inquired. "Am I not at the mercy to follow your every order? To cater to your every whim?"
Louis's lips parted as he swallowed thickly, Harry's eyes tracing his bobbing Adam's apple intently.
"Are you?" were the only words he could get out in response before Harry was dipping down to press a heated kiss against his lips.
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Or a Greek Mythology AU where Louis is Adonis and Harry is Poseidon. Louis would really like to move on with his everyday life without everyone on Mt. Olympus talking about his ex, who just happens to be the God of the Sea.