One Direction
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Prompt 114. Harry and Louis are the queen and king of their university. Harry is like this posh diva, very bratty, feminine clothes, doe-eyed angel. Louis is a chav, lowkey a stoner boyfriend, football team captain. Everyone is in love with them, but also wondering how sweet H can date someone like L. They are gone for each other, (please lots of possessive L, and jealous H). (And !!!Please!!! Louis is calling Harry something like “my girl”, “missus”, “bird”)
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“I missed you,” Louis admits. His thumbs gliding over the lace panties peeking out from under the waistband of his jeans. Harry responds only with a soft hum. “Come to my place, baby,” he says. His fingers can’t help but greedily stroke the skin he has missed for months. He presses himself closer to him.
Harry hums. “I don't know...”
Louis' eyes are dark with desire, but he forces himself to stay still. “Please...” he whispers. "I missed you. Your scent. Your laughter.[...] How you bring me peace."
A softer smile spreads across Harry's face. Slowly, he leans closer to Louis. And Louis can't help but take a deep breath of his scent.
Harry is so close. Their lips are about to touch-
But Harry pulls away and kisses his cheek gently instead. “Good night, rockstar,” he whispers in Louis's ear. Then he pushes past him and leaves.
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Rockstar Louis is finally back on tour in England. He’s desperate to claim his Omega, but Harry keeps slipping through his fingers every time. Maybe all he needs is the power of a song…
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A vision greater than any late-night fantasy Harry had imagined, Louis wiped his brow with his tank, flashing a toned abdomen as golden glazed as the rest of his body. His jeans hugged him low on his hips, and a white band of his boxers peeked out from the stretch.
Harry flushed with desire, an internal heat blazing in his core and heading south. He backed away from the window, fanning himself. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to send himself into an early heat. He couldn’t have that, not yet. He had hoped he could talk a certain alpha into spending it with him.
Harry swallowed thickly around his suddenly dry throat, and something inside him shifted. A cold lemonade could quench his thirst.
Or: a lemonade stand may be all Harry needs to finally land the alpha of his dreams
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Louis Tomlinson is a ruthless mob king, ruling his empire with precision, with Zayn as his trusted second-in-command. Love wasn’t part of his plan—until Harry came along, softening the edges of his dangerous world. But when a violent ambush puts Harry, Zayn, and their chosen family in mortal danger, Louis will risk everything—even his own life—to protect them, proving that some bonds are worth more than power, money, or survival.
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“Shit, sorry!” he blurts out, raising his hand to wipe away the stain. But as soon as his fingers touch the fabric, the man's hand grabs his wrist in a flash. Harry gasps. The man looks down at his shirt, then back at him. [...]
Harry flinches.
“Just a minute!” the man calls back. His thumb slowly strokes Harry’s inner wrist, a casual but shockingly intimate gesture.“Take care, sweetheart.” And before Harry can say anything, the man lets go of his hand and leaves. Harry stands there wondering what the hell just happened.
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He carefully hangs it on a hanger and pushes it into the far corner of his closet, where no one will find it. A smirk plays around his lips.
Pretty boy will be his. He can already feel it.
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"Harry Edward Styles. 26. Originally from Holmes Chapel, now in London. Runs his own flower shop, lives above it. Mother, stepfather, one sister. Two previous relationships with men, currently single."
“Stop.” Louis raises his hand. “That's enough.” Zayn nods and disappears. Louis leans back.
Harry. So that's his name.
A dangerous smile spreads across his lips. Time to pay him a visit.