#i just want you to know who i am

the sound of my heart needs the sound of another heart by momentofclarity | G | 2776
In the summer of ‘83, Louis is fifteen years old and in love.

this is my jam by disgruntledkittenface | M | 4513
The guy’s eyes are so blue that Harry can’t tear his gaze away, even as he moves to the beat. The searing light shade is magnetic; he finds himself leaning in and yelling, “This is my jam!” only to earn a laugh from thin pink lips that Harry’s definitely going to be dreaming about tonight.
“Your jam?”
When the guy yells back over the music, his blue eyes sparkling and his lips twisted in a smirk, Harry’s chest literally puffs out with pride at earning his attention. His obvious approval. Tongue-tied, Harry nods and closes his eyes as he lets go, the music reverberating around them. All of the usual inhibitions that keep him in the corner at parties fall away and he bounces around the center of the dance floor, waving his arms above his head. Somehow his towel stays on, even as he starts to think he wouldn’t mind if it fell off. Fuck it. He finally made it here, he’s damn well going to enjoy it.
Harry goes to a gay bathhouse for the first time. 90s AU.

beneath the sound of hope by YesIsAWorld | E | 6620
After Louis Tomlinson leaves the set of the Smashing Pumpkins’ “1979” music video, it’s not the band or the experience that he can’t stop thinking about—it’s the curly-haired boy he met while filming. Determined to track that same boy down, he sets off on a short journey and ends up figuring out some truths about himself along the way.

BLVD by kingsofeverything | E | 12091
It’s the first week of summer break and Harry just wants to relax and enjoy his vacation in Myrtle Beach.
If only he could stop making an ass of himself.

honey, honey by resurrectdead | E | 13194
It just feels weird to not be able to tell his own mum about how nervous yet over the fucking moon happy he is right now, because this tape isn’t for neither Niall nor Liam. It’s for, well.
It’s for Harry bloody Styles. The boy that makes his insides feel like sunshine.
Or: It’s 1988, and Louis has to make a mixtape for Harry

enter exit (enter) by louisandthealien | M | 17534
When he’s finally in the hotel, crammed into the tiny phone booth, all he can do is stare at the faded paper sign glaring down at him from the wall.
1 Minute = 11.82 USD Mexico –> United States
He has less than a minute to break his boyfriend’s heart, and it’s going to cost him twelve bucks to do it.
There’s sand under his fingernails as he dials the number.

Let The Boys All Sing And The Boys All Shout For Tomorrow by Lunarrua | M | 18429
It’s February 1988. Thatcher is in power. There’s a new drug sweeping through the clubbing scene. In Manchester, it’s the eve of a major protest and a new musical movement. And when Nick finds Harry looking lost outside his favourite chip shop, it’s the start of a weekend that will leave an indelible mark on both their lives.

I Just Want You to Know Who I Am by gettingaphdinlarry | nr | 21729
It’s Niall Horan’s senior year and it’s going to be great. He’s got a solid group of friends, a new job, and he gets to take his favorite class again, as long as he keeps a journal his creative writing teacher will never read.
When his crush takes the same class, he’s glad he has something to confide in.
Even if that something is a notebook that can’t talk back.

Among Lavender Fields by homosociallyyours | E | 70354
At twenty-one, Louis Tomlinson is more than ready to shed the girl next door image that’s been with her since her entry into film in her childhood, but with a mother and father steeped in Hollywood tradition it’s felt impossible. Meanwhile, Harry Styles is a young, struggling musician new to London, friendless yet eager for the next phase of her life to begin.
When French director Marie Coutard casts the two of them in her film, it’s a chance for both to break away from the people they’ve been. Together, they struggle through an acting process that’s new and unfamiliar for both of them, learning more than they could’ve imagined about themselves along the way. As they spend long days picking lavender and long nights sharing the things they’ve never been able to tell anyone else, their love blooms.
Will the flower fade, or will the love they make among lavender fields be one they carry with them to the end?