The anniversary of the day we chose each other is May 31st.
Harry, Louis, Poppy, Charlie, and Max.
I want it to be us in the end.
(Babes in Boyland, Chapter May)
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(in the hopes of a new Babes chapter coming soon, a recent quote)
“I am.” Louis smiles. “It’s the best.”
Harry actually skates forward—like, he pushes off the ice and actually skates for a second—just so he can move in a teeny bit closer to Louis. “I’m so happy I’m here.”
“I am.” Louis smiles. “It’s the best.”
Harry actually skates forward—like, he pushes off the ice and actually skates for a second—just so he can move in a teeny bit closer to Louis. “I’m so happy I’m here.”
He obliges. It’s so rare he gets him so openly needy like this, and it makes Harry’s heart stutter. “I really can’t stay, Lou.”
He obliges. It’s so rare he gets him so openly needy like this, and it makes Harry’s heart stutter. “I really can’t stay, Lou.”
Louis closes his eyes. “I miss you.”
(Of Mates and Men, Chapter Forty-Two)
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Louis closes his eyes. “I miss you.”
(Of Mates and Men, Chapter Forty-Two)
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(this was so hard, I cheated with picking whole series instead of the single stories and it was still so hard, I can't really rank them, so they're alphabetically)
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“Who, you and me?” Harry grins. “Yeah, Lou. Our little team can do anything.”
(Babes in Boyland, Chapter January)
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“Who, you and me?” Harry grins. “Yeah, Lou. Our little team can do anything.”
(Babes in Boyland, Chapter January)
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If Harry wasn't a little tipsy, maybe he would have been able to keep his mouth shut...
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If Harry wasn't a little tipsy, maybe he would have been able to keep his mouth shut...
Harry’s chest tightens, and he nods.
Harry’s chest tightens, and he nods.
“You’re making sense to me,” Louis says,
“You’re making sense to me,” Louis says,
“Sure,” Harry smiles. “If you want.”
And that’s enough to make Louis laugh a little. Harry relishes the sound of it.
(Of Mates and Men, Chapter Twenty-Eight)
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“Sure,” Harry smiles. “If you want.”
And that’s enough to make Louis laugh a little. Harry relishes the sound of it.
(Of Mates and Men, Chapter Twenty-Eight)
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“What? Territorial?” Harry fills in with a smirk.
Louis rubs at the back of his neck. “Alright.”
“Louis Tomlinson-Styles. All those romance novels are getting to your head, I fear.”
“Yeah, well, we knew that already, didn’t we?”
“What? Territorial?” Harry fills in with a smirk.
Louis rubs at the back of his neck. “Alright.”
“Louis Tomlinson-Styles. All those romance novels are getting to your head, I fear.”
“Yeah, well, we knew that already, didn’t we?”
“I dunno,” Harry’d huffed out with a little laugh, turning to face him again. Cheeks clearly stained rosy, even in the dark. “I don’t... I sort of just wanted to say it to see? And… I dunno.” He chewed at his lip.
“I dunno,” Harry’d huffed out with a little laugh, turning to face him again. Cheeks clearly stained rosy, even in the dark. “I don’t... I sort of just wanted to say it to see? And… I dunno.” He chewed at his lip.
“No, don’t say baby like that. D’you want me to die?”
“I promise I don’t.” He kisses a line down Harry’s back. “Baby.”
Harry giggles. “I hate you.”
“You don’t at all.”
“No,” he sighs. “I don’t at all.”
“No, don’t say baby like that. D’you want me to die?”
“I promise I don’t.” He kisses a line down Harry’s back. “Baby.”
Harry giggles. “I hate you.”
“You don’t at all.”
“No,” he sighs. “I don’t at all.”
“I…” Louis lifts his head and meets Harry’s gaze. And he’s so sure. God, he’s so ready. “I’m going to love you forever. Okay?”
And Harry beams. Leans forward and kisses him. Gives a little nod of his head. “Yeah, Lou. Okay.”
“I…” Louis lifts his head and meets Harry’s gaze. And he’s so sure. God, he’s so ready. “I’m going to love you forever. Okay?”
And Harry beams. Leans forward and kisses him. Gives a little nod of his head. “Yeah, Lou. Okay.”
“Harry’s my boyfriend,” Louis fills in before Harry can answer.
“Oh, a boyfriend,” Sheila nods. “I guess because Marc’s always saying how you’re so independently minded… I didn’t think—”
“Harry’s my boyfriend,” Louis fills in before Harry can answer.
“Oh, a boyfriend,” Sheila nods. “I guess because Marc’s always saying how you’re so independently minded… I didn’t think—”