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Harry Styles runs the quirkiest café in Manchester and has sworn off love. Louis Tomlinson, a newly qualified OB-GYN with commitment issues, moves in across the street and becomes a problem immediately.
Coffee turns into conversations. Banter turns into chemistry. Two men determined not to fall in love do it anyway.
Which is how they end up at the altar — hands linked, guests watching — while Niall Horan clears his throat and announces, “Unfortunately, no one will actually be getting married today.”
Rom-com chaos, emotional slow burn, and two idiots in love with terrible timing.
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The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) by LoadedGunn
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
15 Jan 2014
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Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.
It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever.
The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.
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the water nymph harry and tired hiker louis au
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The man flips his hair back and droplets of water cascade off the ends of his curls, rippling the water around him like glitter when they land.
Louis watches him, mesmerised and confused, but the man doesn't seem to notice his presence. He hums contentedly, drawing a slow circle in the water with his fingers, seemingly focused on the way the water curls around his hand. Suddenly, a bubble of water rises from the place he drew the circle, rising into the air and stopping at the height of his eye line.
The man pokes at it, watching the water jiggle before flowing back into a perfect circle. Then he snaps his fingers and it explodes in the air, sending a light mist down over him. -
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Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.
Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.
Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.
Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?
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Louis marches right up to him and says, without preamble, “I’m not gay.”
Harry turns lazily. His eyebrows crook up and he starts to smile. A dimple crests in his cheek. “Right. Sure, babe.”
Louis almost stomps his foot. “I’m not.”
or: Harry accidentally sends Louis a picture of his dick, Louis accidentally likes what he sees, and a whole big sexuality crisis ensues.