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“You don’t have room to talk,” Louis says, pointing a finger at Harry and narrowing his eyes. “Seeing as how you were seventy five million years late to the meeting today.”

“Well I’m bloody well here now!” Harry shouts. Everyone goes quiet, Zayn even manages to pause whatever Robert Downey Jr. is doing on the telly, and it’s right then, in the middle of the first split second of quiet since Harry arrived that he hears it.

“Wait,” Harry says, cocking his head to the side and listening more closely. “Is that a baby crying?”

OR: Niall gets a baby left w him and Harry moves in to help him take care of her

"You…" Harry touches his own mouth, teasing. "You ate her pussy?"

"Yeah." Louis stops playing with Harry's cock and gropes his arse again, pulling his cheeks apart and pushing them back together over the thong. "Want me to eat yours?"

Louis reenacts his first time, and Harry wants to be his good girl.

Single dad Zayn and his daughter Violet

non-au. harry and louis before and after concerts throughout the last 4 years.

What he’d told Niall the previous night, about wanting to be sixteen and innocent again and have Liam take him and just lose control with him, he’d meant it, but he hadn’t really considered it a possibility because people don’t just sleep with leprechauns and have insanely nice grandchildren who turn you sixteen when you wish for it.

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It'd be perfect, he convinces himself. Things with Lou are – well. They're the way they are, and there's no point dwelling on why it's got that way. But he thinks this would help -- not fix them, because they're not broken. They don't need to be put back together, they're just. Out of sync, maybe. It would help. He thinks it would, anyway, if they could just be the two of them again, to be alone together with no outside influences pressing claustrophobically in on them, just for a bit. And driving down an empty highway with nothing else but Louis beside him is the best way to do that that he can imagine.

Or, after the U.S. leg of the Take Me Home tour, Harry and Louis drive from L.A. to NYC. They figure some things out, like how to deal with the distance that's been growing between them.

It’s fascinating to Zayn that he’s lived on the earth over two decades and has spent the last four years having really awesome and eye-opening sex with a diverse group of people and he’s never once before considered rimming. Or, the one where Louis rims Zayn.

"You know my heart - so tell me honestly, did you ever really want this? So I’ll sing this song for every word that comes out wrong But I’ll be okay – is that what you want me to say?"

In the end, it's neither the fame or the pressure, nor Management or the constant hiding and denying that tears them apart. Or maybe it's a sum of all and so much more on top. In the end, it's Harry.

When Harry leaves the band - leaves Louis - to pursue his dreams of a solo career, he breaks much more than just One Direction. It's a gamble and a new start for each of the boys but while Harry walked away smiling, finally having got everything he apparently dreamt of, Louis is left to pick the pieces up.

Some hearts don't break even, some are simply shattered. So can you really learn to un-love someone?

In which Harry is Michael, the angel destined to put Lucifer back into hell, and Louis is the Devil, destined to fight Michael and lose.

And honestly, rimming is practically tame compared to some of the other things they’ve gotten up to, but with Louis’ thin writs neatly handcuffed to the headboard, secured low enough that from his position on his knees Louis has to press his face into the mattress, back arched so that the dimples just above her pert ass indent filthily, in order to maintain any form of comfort, the tension in the room is turned up a couple more notches than it would usually be.

Zayn's single is released and he fucks Louis.

Louis meets Harry at the beginning of his freshman year of high school. His life will never be the same, even years later when Harry's no longer a part of it. That's why he remembers little details of their short time together whenever he closes his eyes before he goes to sleep at night.

So basically, Harry and Louis are best friends and one day, Harry has a wet dream while spooning Louis on the couch. Neither are as innocent as they seem.

Niall gets a little bit too drunk at a friends wedding. Harry has to take care of him in more ways than one. In the midst of everything happening, Louis barges in only to join in on the fun.

“I guess this is where the party is at, but where was my invitation?” Louis threw off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his boxers and pants in one go. His dick was standing proudly against his stomach and Harry licked his lips at the sight.

Harry smiles back at Louis then picks up a new paint brush, going for the white this time. He starts painting white puffs of clouds over the blue paint that's dried just below Louis’ shoulder blades.

Louis really can't help it when he grinds his ass up into Harry's crotch. Harry must think it's an accident as he just keeps on painting, so Louis does it again, dragging it out a bit more this time. When he does it one more time, Harry stills. He’s hard. Louis deviously grinds his bum into Harry's cock once more and that's it for Harry. He seizes Louis' hips and pushes him down into the mattress, the paint from Louis' back smearing all over his chest.

or

The one where Harry paints Louis' back and it leads to messier things.

liam and zayn grow up together, louis, niall, and harry tagging along later on. that's it.

You've got a way to keep me on your side. You give me cause for love that I can't hide. For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide.

( Or Louis and Harry meet at home after being away from each other for so long. )