Harry Styles was eight years old when Louis Tomlinson kept him from falling into a machine in a Manchester textile mill.
He was 18 years old when nothing, not even the threat of death, could keep Harry from falling in love with Louis.
“Oh shit.” He says, “Harry, this is my absolute gorgeous baby girl Fiona. She usually greets people with a wave and a burp, but with people she likes she throws up on her Mama as an extra special greeting.”
“Well hello there, Miss Fiona” Harry chuckles. The baby is looking at him with big, bright blue eyes. She looks just like Louis. Stunning.
“While it was absolutely lovely meeting you, Mr. Harry. I’m gonna go be incredibly sexy and clean up baby vomit from my dress.” Louis says. Harry feels his heart drop for a second at the thought of no longer talking to Louis.
There’s absolutely zero reason Harry should be feeling this attached to this tiny, gorgeous omega. Absolutely no reason. No reason, he keeps telling himself.
or; the one where harry styles is a 24-year-old, freshly graduated alpha. louis is a 31-year-old omega who is married to vineyard vines wearing, golf playing, 'babysit the kids' type of alpha. they have the summer.
Then, he sees it. His eyes lock on the tattoo and he sucks in a sharp breath, unable to look away. His brain screeches to a halt, and not just because of the sight that is a half-naked Harry.
There, on Harry’s outer arm, is an intricate tattoo of a large ship. A large ship which perfectly complements the compass tattoo hidden on Louis’ own forearm.
“It’s that one.” Louis breathes, reaching out a shaky finger to point to the ship on Harry’s left outer arm.
“You’re sure?” Harry asks.
Louis nods. He’s never been more sure of anything in his life.
He has found his soulmate.
Or, a twist on a soulmate au where louis is a newly independent tattoo artist and harry just wants his soulmate tattoo removed. Of course, they're soulmates.
Louis can’t actually make out what’s really happening inside, because of the dim lighting and the number of people crowding around him, but somehow, he finds immediately what he’s looking for.
At the back of the room, here they are. Louis sighs, relief taking over his nerves as he strides towards the pair of shiny green eyes that are unsurprisingly already on him, flashing lights in the dark.
He elbows a few people, not caring at the way they all snarl at him. Louis doesn’t blink once until he reaches the small corner, where a group of people are lounging on top of each other, making out as if their lives depended on it.
Louis ignores them.
“Louis, babe” the only person Louis can focus on smiles, “twice in a week. Aren’t we lucky to have you back so soon, mmh?”
or, the vampire AU where Louis is addicted to vampire venom, and Harry is addicted to Louis.
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25 Aug 2019
“As we are both aware,” Louis began. “You are continuously complaining about not having the kitchen appliances needed when you want to make some of those random recipes you find online. And your precious waffle maker died recently.”
“Where are you going with this, Lou?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I want to help you out, Haz.”
Louis should have thought this through better. Maybe made a proper speech before presenting the idea to his best friend.
“Are you going to tell me the bad idea on how you plan to help me out?”
Niall snickered from where he was seated but thankfully didn’t say anything.
“We need to pretend we’re getting married and send out announcements to rich people. Like billionaires who don’t know who we are.”
Or the one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.
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22 Aug 2019