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Hold Me Tight and Don’t Let Go (19k) by lululawrence
Louis’ mind was whirling and a mess of information about application deadlines and talking to his mom about options he had for next year and the failed test and how she might react when he gave her the news. Louis was near his spot and he knew as soon as he got there he could let the tears and frustration flow, but when he turned the corner to his special space his whole body froze.
“Who’re you?” Louis bit out. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. That came out way more harsh than he was intending. “Sorry, I just-”
Louis was interrupted by the boy, previously curled in a tiny ball and crying into his knees, stumbling to his feet, saying something Louis couldn’t understand, and wiping away at the tears. He straightened his glasses, grabbed his bookbag, mumbled something a second time, and then he literally ran off.
Or the one where Louis is barely holding himself together when he meets Marcel and an unexpected friendship might be just what both of them need.
Written for @suddenclarityharry as part of the @marcelficexchange.
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Hold Me Tight and Don’t Let Go (19k) by lululawrence
Louis’ mind was whirling and a mess of information about application deadlines and talking to his mom about options he had for next year and the failed test and how she might react when he gave her the news. Louis was near his spot and he knew as soon as he got there he could let the tears and frustration flow, but when he turned the corner to his special space his whole body froze.
“Who’re you?” Louis bit out. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. That came out way more harsh than he was intending. “Sorry, I just-”
Louis was interrupted by the boy, previously curled in a tiny ball and crying into his knees, stumbling to his feet, saying something Louis couldn’t understand, and wiping away at the tears. He straightened his glasses, grabbed his bookbag, mumbled something a second time, and then he literally ran off.
Or the one where Louis is barely holding himself together when he meets Marcel and an unexpected friendship might be just what both of them need.
Written for @suddenclarityharry as part of the @marcelficexchange.
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(And Things Will Be) Hard At Times by lululawrence
Louis and Nathan had been talking about marriage and kids and a family for years now, but it had never felt right. If anything, the talking about it had petered out over the past while because they were busy living the lives they had settled into. It wasn’t that they didn’t think they’d ever have kids, just that they weren’t to a point where they were ready for it yet.
Well. Ready or not, it was happening.
Or the one where Louis and his boyfriend of five years unexpectedly find themselves pregnant and Harry is the paternity photographer that makes everyone think twice.
written for QuickedWeen/ @becomeawendybird, who also made the awesome moodboard
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Louis at Tecate Pa’l Norte photographed by Mariana
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Don’t You Call Him (What You Used To Call Me) by lululawrence
Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 7.9k | based on Cherry as part of @finelineficfest
Harry woke up slowly, the sun shining in his eyes making sleep an impossibility. It didn’t seem to matter how they hung the curtains in their bedroom, the sun always found a way to peek around the edges to glare right in Harry’s face first thing in the morning.
He let out a soft groan and rolled over so he could cuddle into Louis and enjoy his Saturday morning lie in for a little longer, but when he reached Louis’ side of the bed he found it empty and cold, and that was when he remembered it all.
Louis was gone.
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The Honey Series by lululawrence
A Master-Masterpost | Buy me a Coffee?
This is a series of individual fics (currently 5 fics featuring 4 different pairings) based on a single prompt and reimagining it every time, so it comes to life in a variety of ways. The prompt they are based off of is a tweet:
All short, all silly, and all featuring a ridiculously awkward person going after a seemingly so much cooler person… using honey. Enjoy!
Keep reading
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We Made a Start by lululawrence
“Hey! I thought your phone got taken away after that stunt you pulled in Chem,” Louis said brightly, relieved her best friend was going to rescue her from her awful reading assignment, even if it was only temporarily.
“It was taken away after that stunt she pulled in Chem,” a voice that definitely wasn’t Harry’s said.
“Oh…hi, Anne,” Louis greeted, suddenly nervous. Anne had never called Louis before, not when Harry wasn’t already at Louis’ house for a sleepover or something.
“Hi, Louis,” Anne continued. “Based on your greeting, I’m afraid I already know the answer, but I have to ask.” Anne’s voice was obviously filled with worry despite the fact she was trying to veil it with calm. “Harry doesn’t happen to be at your house, does she?”
Or the one where Harry’s hiding, Louis knows just where to find her, and more comes out of the evening than either expected.
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Maybe You’ll Like the Way I Am by lululawrence
Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 56k | moodboard by @rishimaaaaa
Harry stood on his doorstep, waving a little as he shuffled his feet. “Hi, I brought you some cookies.”
Louis finally realized Harry was holding a plate with at least a dozen chocolate chip cookies.
“How’d you know chocolate chip was my favorite?”
Harry scrunched his nose. “I, uh, they’re actually peanut butter chocolate chunk, so I really hope you don’t have a peanut allergy. There’s a lot of peanut butter and chocolate in these. But also, I just hoped that was something you liked because I actually have a favor to ask?”
When Louis’ alpha neighbor asks him to pretend to be his omega for a week, Louis immediately says no. He has too much he’s dealing with on his own, and he swore to himself he’d never get that close to an alpha again. Unable to hold to that resolve once guilt sets in, Louis finds that maybe fumbling his way through a fake relationship for a week was exactly what he needed to finally be able to move on.
Written as a part of @1daboficfest
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You Turned Up (Like a Friend of Mine) (10k)
the 100th fic by lululawrence
Louis padded downstairs, feeling incredibly thirsty. He filled up a glass of water and was about to take a drink when a loud knock sounded at the door accompanied by some yelling and ringing of the doorbell.
“What the hell?” Louis muttered, setting his glass on the counter and rushing towards the door.
As he got closer to the door, though, his mind stopped whirling because the voice was one that was etched forever in his mind, but one that he never thought he would ever hear again.
“Why’s the door locked? Did you seriously go without me? And who’s car is in the driveway? Lou, I knew you’d be late to get me. We’re going to miss-”
Louis whipped the door open, sure that he was just imagining things. There was no way…
Except there was. Standing on the front step was the curly haired, boy-faced Harry Louis had last seen ten years ago today.
Or the one where Harry disappears on graduation day only to show up on Louis’ door looking exactly the same ten years later. Through a series of strange events, maybe they can finally figure out that they’re destined to be together, no matter what.
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Louis posing with fans! (31 March 2024)
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Same White Shirt by lululawrence
“Oh my God. What are you holding?”
Harry was startled to hear an English voice coming from behind him that he didn’t know. He’d thought he knew all the English employees around here. When he turned around there was a man with the most stunning eyes and incredible cheekbones known to man in the doorway looking with absolute distaste at the suit Harry had just been thinking of so fondly.
“It’s my suit for the show,” Harry said firmly. This guy was obviously an assistant if the badge and plate of fruit he was holding were anything to go by, but as he began walking to where the table was in the room, Harry noticed he was walking with a slight limp. Oh shit.
Or the one where Harry’s on the Late Late Show for a week and several misunderstandings with a certain mouthy assistant James recently hired make things that much more interesting.
This fic was written as part of an ongoing challenge. We each select random numbers and are given a specific emotion from the book 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names. To read the other fics written in this challenge, click here, or you can find the masterpost on tumblr here.
My prompt was 678: The Fear of saying the wrong thing. I also based it off of this prompt by @harrys and @tvshows-addict, so thanks for the inspiration :)
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Stealing Flowers | lululawrence
Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 4.3k | AO3
When Louis finally arrived, he walked in and grabbed an apron. Without even saying hello, he immediately approached Jesy and said, “Sexy Stranger steals flowers.”
She kept pouring the Tanqueray shots she had lined up in front of her, but her face screwed up in confusion. “I’m sorry, he what? Did you finally talk to him and that was what you learned?”
He nodded to another couple of tourists and welcomed them to the Way Station as they eagerly made their way to the Tardis restroom.
“No, I didn’t actually talk to him, but—”
“Then how do you know he steals flowers?”
She was wiping down the bar and stacking the empty glasses to take back to the dishwasher when Louis realized maybe he should help too. After all, he was there to work, not just talk to her about his maybe crush.
“I saw a poster.”
Or the one where Louis pines after the Sexy Stranger on the Subway and almost asks him out. That’s when the strange posters start showing up around Brooklyn.
Written as a part of @larryabroad for the prompt Brooklyn.
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