Harry got called in to work brutally hungover. Louis works security in the building that Harry does maintenance in. When the two cross paths, a misunderstanding leads to a rocky, pissed off start to their day. Just when they are about to be rid of each other, they find themselves stuck in the elevator together. What begins as a strange, chance, encounter, turns into something else entirely.
*There is no present day r*pe*. Consensual non-consent scenes. Consent confirmed throughout. Light angst. Lots of smut. Lots of fluff. Lots of feelings. Has some recycled wording and themes from my other stories but 🤷🏻♀️
TW: sex, **consensual non-consent** substances, slurs, mental illness, past sexual abuse description, mention of suicidal thoughts/attempts, self harm, OCD, PTSD, daddy kink
Edit: This turned into another poly fic because my brain is incapable of forming any other type of plot. It's gonna be a bit long and a lil fucked up but over all just really fluffy and smutty.
@zpanacea sent me this suggestion:
Harry is a painter. The time comes when he can't paint because he lost inspiration and can't get himself to paint. When he was trying to paint again, he let his hand do the work. He looked at the finished product of his painting, it shows a lad smiling at him with ocean-blue eyes, and like beckoning him to be with him. When he touches the painting he got sucked in and finds himself in an unfamiliar living room with toys scattered all around (which is the Tomlinson's residence).
Alright, I tried to keep to the main idea but I had to make some changes to make the story work. Harry is a painter and after waking up with a dream fresh in his mind he paints the boy in his dream. When he touches the painting he ends up in a parallel universe with a boy named Louis.
Some smut warning, mpreg
Purely fictional