Splendourry
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It started with Louis interrupting her in their first class together two years ago. Harry has always known this about herself, she holds a grudge like no other. And she is strong. She was made a warrior by her childhood. So she despises being made to feel small more than anything. A challenge to her intellect runs the risk of being the last thing a person does before their untimely and quite violent death. Harry couldn’t jump across three rows of seats and attack Louis on that day, she had to be civilized, so she improvised. She called him a small man threatened by a woman who was smarter than him. He laughed. And so their rivalry began.
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Harry hates Louis. Louis pretends he hates Harry because he enjoys it when pretty girls are mean to him. Unfortunately for the both of them, they like fucking each other.
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It was the perfect last day of summer. They built sandcastles, wrote their names in the sand, and caught crabs, which they eventually let go when one of them pinched Louis and he was near tears. Afterward, they swam in the ocean, splashing each other playfully before moving toward one another in sync, lips pressing together in sweet kisses. When their skin turned prune-like, they returned to shore, laying out on their towels beneath the bright sun, snacking on fruit and chocolate while talking about everything and nothing.
At some point, Harry had shared, “I think this has been my favorite summer yet.”
“Why’s that?” Louis asked, a smile peeking out as though he already knew. He looked so pretty and cool with his sun-kissed skin and black Ray-Bans covering his eyes.
Harry rolled over on his towel until he was half-pressed against Louis and placed his palms on top of Louis’ chest, tucking his chin over them. “Because I had you.”
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Harry’s unrequited crush on Louis turns into a whirlwind summer romance, only to leave him heartbroken in the end. Years later, a return to his hometown forces Harry to confront his past and the one person he was running from.
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in elmsmere, a vampire’s need for blood is only awakened after their first feed. and with their first taste of the vein comes strength, speed and in louis’ case, raging bloodlust for harry, his best mate since the age of three. for louis, being a full-fledged vampire complicates everything, not just his relationship with harry but with harry’s entire coven who took Louis in as an orphan.
he’s struggling enough to adjust to life in the present when an older version of harry magically appears to him and requests his help in the future.
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“But what if you had a real relationship! What if you entered your Victorius era and wrote a banger about banging your best friend’s brother!”
Louis blinked. Either his mind was working at half-speed or Niall was being especially stupid tonight. “I never banged my best friend’s brother.”
“I know that and you know that. But we don’t always have to tell the truth when we write songs.”
“You want me to write fanfiction about me and my high school crush?” Louis asked. The words were slow to form. “Like… actually?”
“Why not?”
Why not? Why not?!?!
Because the idea was ridiculous, Louis wanted to say. Because he hadn’t seen Harry Styles in person in four years. Because Harry Styles was a stupid childhood crush- a popular, kind, stunning boy secretly adored by a quiet musician who felt every emotion so intensely he had to write them all down or they would suffocate him- and the two never shared much more beyond a game of cup pong and drunken conversations at a Halloween party a million years ago.
Because…
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A drunken writing session ends with a song detailing the fictitious summer romance between Louis and his former friend’s twin brother.
It accidentally goes viral.
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Louis was the first one down the row for their group. If he hadn’t been they would have never met.
He was turned around, walking backwards and saying to Liam, “No, I’ll get you to a real footie match next,” when he bumped into someone.
“Oops,” Louis laughed, tripping over his own feet. A hand curled around his upper arm as he nearly fell over the seat in front of him. “Sorry about that, mate.”
He turned around, still teetering in his vans, to apologize again, but the words dried in his throat. Another hand gripped his other elbow, steadying him, but all Louis could see were green eyes and dimples.
“Hi,” the man laughed, a bright, bubbling sound. “Are you okay?”
Or Louis is in his first year of law school, Harry is a junior on the swim team dreaming of the Olympics, and they both agree that they don't have time for anything more than friends with benefits... right?
Series
- Part 1 of you're the sun to me