And They Knocked On The Closet Door

(On progress - READ TAGS AND TW!!)
Also in my ao3 profile: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41965443/chapters/105343737

Louis Tomlinson's life was perfect: he was a famous boybander and he had the most loving girlfriend in the whole world.
Louis Tomlinson's life was flawlessly splendorous: he sang in concerts, fans adored him and he took lots of pictures, hundreds of them.
Louis Tomlinson had a perfect life: he did not love his ex-girlfriend, what does love even mean? But he was rich, very, so very rich, and sang, he sang a lot, and always in good company.
Louis Tomlinson could not complain, he surely had a perfect life: he had signed some contracts and was not allowed to act a certain way, but were a few dates with a friend even that bothersome? He should feel lucky, really...
Being Louis Tomlinson was not that bad, all things considered: he had saved his family from an extremely high mortgage he had asked for in the first place and half of the world thought he was homophobic. It could be much worse.
Louis Tomlinson had a perfect life... Or did he?

Harry Styles, whose dream had always been writing and singing their own songs, certainly thought so. Not even their years-long crush breaking into their hotel room in the middle of the night to throw at them a little of whipped cream could change their mind.

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Or, the one where Harry falls asleep and never becomes famous, Louis suffers closeting alone and does not even realize what they're doing to him until it is too late and the two of them meet when Louis uses his famous master key to prank Zayn and it turns out the person he throws a bunch of whipped cream to is Harry.