Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance.

Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.įor as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.įrom the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe.

Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself? He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. 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.

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. 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 blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him.

These Inconvenient Fireworks by mdasch