It's Louis' senior year, and he's dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he's also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies "with benefits" was not exactly the plan. Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren't friends, and football is everything. ! THIS STORY IS NOT MINE; ALL CREDITS GO TO isthatyoularry ON AO3 !

When sassy, stubborn high school football star Louis Tomlinson meets the new hard-ass team coach, Harry Styles, a heated rivalry sparks between the two and it is evident that the upcoming season is sure to be eventful.

Footie team captain Louis Tomlinson might have a little thing for the Uni graduate nerd extraordinaire, otherwise known as Harry Styles, giant Frames starting above his eyebrows and ending in the middle of his cheeks, right above his dimples, bringing out the green irises behind the corrective glass. And. . . things happen.

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

What the fuck is the purpose to a manners school? Not what I was expecting I'll tell you that. {Basically a BDSM school fic. Larry/Niam/Zustin/Ziam/Ziall} Cover made by the amazing @cuddlybabyhaz

I saw the angel in the marble And carved until I set him Free. - Michelangelo or the one where Harry as an artist lives in a city of art; Rome, and Louis decides to spend the holidays just one street down from his studio.

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

Harry and louis were co-captains, problem was they couldn't stand each other. They played well together, but only where football was concerned.