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The year is 1976. In November, Jimmy Carter will take control of the White House. Americans are meeting Laverne & Shirley at their apartment in Milwaukee. Hotel California diverges from the reign of Kool & the Gang. And the FBI is still reeling from the repercussions of Watergate, the tragedy at Wounded Knee, Operation Family Secrets, and the strategic terrors of the anti-cult movement.
That’s what Special Agent Harry Styles has been told is the basis of his mission to an abandoned farmhouse in rural New Hampshire.
With his hair grown out long and his shirt untucked, he’s going undercover to do reconnaissance on suspected cult leader Louis Tomlinson, who has led a group of people out into the middle of nowhere, leaving no record of the life he’d had before. All Harry knows is what the agency gave him: Tomlinson’s name, and instructions to figure out what he’s doing with the eleven people he brought with him.
In the year that Harry spends undercover and under Louis Tomlinson’s wing, he learns more than he ever expected.
Notes: WHAT THE FUCK. One of my favorite fics ever. The fic that has made me feel the most like out of anything in my whole life? I was crying out of happiness, really honestly laughing out loud, in physical pain, sick to my stomach, worried as hell, all of it. So so so amazing. A must read for forever, I can’t even explain it. I don’t even know how to stop talking about how much this fic got to me. Just, read it, read it now, like now, like hurry. - A
ALSO there’s going to be a sequel i think but here is where I will mention that the ending is not exactly happy, but it will be wrapped up in the sequel I’m sure :)) GO READ THIS PLEASE
Harry is visibly buzzing with excitement as they get into the police car, and Louis laughs, reaches out to put a hand on Harry’s knee and try and calm him a bit. “Relax, McClane, we’re just stopping in on a few of the local businesses to say hello. No need to sit with one finger on the trigger.”
“I don’t think you’ll need to worry about me being trigger-happy, Lou,” Harry says with another one of his megawatt grins, patting the water pistol holstered by his hip.
[AU where Louis is the chief of police in a small sea-side town and Harry is his new deputy who’s a bit of a pacifist and a lot wonderful.]
Notes: okay this one made me smile a lot??? like ridiculous amounts i am just in a puddle this is so damn darling, there are kittens and louis trying to ignore how cute harry is what more could you ask for - A
Louis wakes up with a killer hangover and a marriage certificate for a guy he’s never even met before.
By anonymous for colourexplosion
Notes: this has been floating around and it’s just very sweet and fluffy - A
also please note! all posts tagged with ‘sfe14’ are fics posted in the hl summer fic exchange :)
So this is A here, and I am trying to revamp the blog and make it easier to navigate, more manageable, and better organized! If you’re interested in lending us a hand, we would be very very grateful.
“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”
Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.
(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)
Notes: the first fic i have read in like 8 months and man i loved it - A
"Dance team is shit," Louis tells Harry for the millionth time.
Harry leans closer for a moment, like he’s about to tell Louis a super serious secret and Louis’ throat closes up. He can smell the cologne Harry used this morning before school and the shampoo he washed his hair with last night; Louis feels lightheaded. “Yeah, only cause you’re not on it.”
Or the one where Harry signs up for a dance class that Louis teaches. Incidentally, the class is for six year olds.
Notes: all of her fics becomes my favorites just read it it’s so cute -Z
A stranger greets Louis whenever he looks in a mirror—a stranger with sunken eyes, sharp cheekbones and hollow cheeks, whose strands of mousy hair tangle into intricate knots; curl into something akin to a broken halo.
Every morning he recites, speaks to no one but himself so he could try and remember that, “This is me. This is how I look like.” The simple act is done so often that it has become more like a ritual than a routine; and even then it’s only part of what he must do the second moonlight dies and day breathes again.
(In which Louis suffers from prosopagnosia; he can’t recognize faces, even familiar ones. He can’t remember his own face, let alone Harry’s, but he remembers the way his skin feels under his fingertips, how he trembles under his touch as if Louis is fire, and Harry is nothing but mere paper, disintegrating into ash)
Notes: so i know the blog has been awfully slow, but i’ve come with more fic! i’ve gone and tried to find as many unknown gems as possible, so hopefully you guys can find something to read :)
to start, this fic is so cute. i really liked the plot and i think the writer carried it out really well. you guys should all give it a shot despite any reservations. :) -Z
Harry and Louis are neighbors, kind of. And Louis doesn’t know how he starts talking to his weird neighbor who speaks to plants and does yoga every morning, but once he starts, it’s hard to stop.
AU where Harry and Louis live in adjacent apartment buildings and Louis is a surly writer who can’t sleep and Harry likes to read philosophy to his plants at night.
Notes: this is just silly and cute and i like it a lot -Z
4 writers take on the same prompt with wildly different results.
The Prompt: Guerilla gardening AU! Harry’s trying to make campus greener but uni admin won’t let him, so he turns to a life of crime and illegal planting. INVOLVE THE OTHER BOYS HOWEVER YOU WANT. — Persimmonlions
Notes: this was so fucking cute all of them were so cute and the prompt was cute and none of them were similar so i was pleasantly surprised every time please read this i loved this immense amounts i could just -Z
For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream — making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.
Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?
Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates.
Notes: i had so many feelings reading this fic i still don’t know how i feel about it -Z