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“Lou,” he said quietly. “My hand.”
Anne leaned in before Louis could answer, smoothing a thumb over Harry’s shoulder. “It’ll be alright, love.”
Harry frowned at her, impatient even half-conscious. “That’s my dominant one.”
Then he turned his head back toward Louis, green eyes clearer now, searching his face for the truth.
“Lou.”
Louis felt his own chest tighten. Of course this would be the thing. The bakery. The dough, the piping bags, the muscle memory Harry trusted more than language some days.
Or: Louis and Harry are happily married until a car accident leaves Harry facing a long recovery, chronic pain, and a body that doesn’t feel like his anymore. Louis copes the only way he knows how: medication alarms, humor, and a stubborn refusal to fall apart. Unfortunately, denial is not a long-term care plan.
Or: Harry changes, Louis cracks, and Patricia the shower bench becomes part of the family.
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The captain looked back at Louis, and for a second their eyes met. Up close, his were an even colder green than they had seemed from across the deck, sharp and unreadable beneath the crossing scar. Louis had just enough time to think that trying to look harmless was probably worth the effort.
Then the captain said, flat as anything, “Throw him overboard.”
The words hit Louis like a blow and for a heartbeat, nothing happened. The crew stood shocked in the sudden quiet, boots shifting uneasily against the wet planks.
“EXCUSE ME?!” Louis snapped, outrage shooting through him so fast it burned straight past caution.
Or- Louis always knew he was different. Mostly because normal people do not make the sky lose its mind every time they have a strong feeling.
Then his father betrays him to the king, the royal guards come knocking, and Louis runs for his life, only to accidentally end up on a pirate ship, because apparently things can always get worse. Now he’s stuck with a crew of chaotic alphas who think hygiene is negotiable, a scarred captain with a personality to match, and the growing suspicion that the royal dungeon might actually have been the less stressful option.
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“Well,” Harry says, still smiling, “it sounds lovely here. I… think I’ll like it.”
Louis arches an eyebrow. “You should,” he says. “Seeing as you’ve booked the room for a whole two months. I briefly assumed you might be a serial killer looking for somewhere quiet to bury the bodies.”
Harry snorts. “I could still be a serial killer, you know. You’ve just completely ruined my element of surprise.”
Or- Global phenomenon Harry Styles just needs a place to hide for a few months; instead he gets a charming inn owner named Louis who treats banter like a love language, locals who might be running a small cult (jury’s still out), and a sheep named Bernard who adopts him as his emotional support human. Harry came to disappear, but instead acquires chaos, increasingly unhinged drama, and the deeply inconvenient problem of falling in love.
Or- a rom-com in a chaotic small town.
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“You know I can’t let you leave now, right? Your father wouldn’t exactly approve of us letting you wander off alone. There are dangerous things out there.”
Louis snorted. “More dangerous than a pack of vengeful omegas arguing about who’s the prettiest? Please. I’m doing your alpha a public service by skipping this circus.”
The alpha’s brows lifted. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Because I’ll only insult him,” Louis said matter-of-factly, ticking it off on his fingers. “Make at least one omega cry, and deliver sarcastic commentary for two months straight. By the end of it, he’ll ship me home in a box labeled ‘return to sender.’”
The man laughed, “I highly doubt it. Sounds like exactly what he needs. A bit of drama and chaos.”
Louis smirked. “Then he must be leading a really boring life.”
Or- Louis is an omega forced by his parents into a matchmaking event created to find pack alpha Harry Styles a mate.
His plan? Be irritating enough to get sent home immediately.
Instead, he’s somehow bantering, stirring trouble, and making the alpha grin like a man experiencing his first emotion.
Harry keeps staring at him like fate is involved. Louis would like a refund.
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The man blinked slowly, like someone trying to make sense of a particularly loud bird. “Hmm. Can I help you?”
Louis threw his hands up. “Yes, you bloody can! Listen, Curly—some of us are trying to sleep! It’s two in the morning, not an audition for the tragic ghosts of the Philharmonic!”
The man’s brows lifted, mildly.
Louis kept going, because apparently he couldn’t stop now. “So unless you’re planning to serenade the moon to death, could you maybe take your sad piano concerto to, I don’t know—someone’s basement? Preferably one without neighbors, or better yet, cows.”
The man looked at him, head tilted slightly, curls falling into his eyes, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“You think cows like Chopin?”
Or- Louis is a vampire who wants three things: silence, blood bags, and the sweet release of eternal indifference.
Enter Harry — his new neighbor who wears silk robes, flirts with delivery men, and plays piano at 2 a.m. like he’s auditioning for Vampire Idol.
They should hate each other. Instead, they fall in love.
Or- A vampire rom-com about eternal life, emotional repression, and one neighbor who won’t stop being gorgeous and loud about it.