What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. THIS IS NOT MY STORY. ALL CREDITS TO dolce_piccante ON AO3!!!!

"It's an easy job." He continues, as if Louis wants to listen. "Like I said, a few trips. Parties, students, nothing dramatic." Louis gazes over to Harry. He's looking thoughtful now, eyes on the green like he's talking more to himself than Louis. "Clubbing, drinks. Whatever, the business is just a side thing." That's not how Louis remembers it to be, "You lying?" He honestly can't tell. Harry shakes his head slowly, meeting Louis' eyes. "No," He answers almost toneless. Harry clears his throat, "I won't put you in any dangerous situation." His voice is sincere, Louis can tell he means it, his jade green eyes glinting with truth. or, - Louis Tomlinson is a drug addict, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles. -

"Does Harry always look that sad?" "He's been sad since I met him." Harry lives in the rugged quarters of London and works at a café. His life has been reduced to attributes: chain-smoker, runaway, depressed, infinitely lonely. His relationship is ripping at the seams, he's short on cash and the newest regular at work won't stop bothering him. Winter has never been colder.

[Complete] When a dangerous criminal comes across a lone house in the woods, he figures it's the perfect place to hide out for the night. Only to find out it isn't lone after all.. criminal!louis || hostage!harry

Larry Stylinson version of the movie "The devil wears prada". This story is already fully written, updates every week.

Louis smokes a lot and is definitely not okay, Harry likes glitter and is definitely okay, Zayn thinks too much, Niall talks too much and Liam saves cats. Add all these together in a destined-to-fail theatre production, and you've got yourself the perfect ingredients for disaster. But maybe a beautiful one. At least, one with a whole goddamn lot of prancing, dancing, and romancing.

Harry is fifteen minutes late to the office on the day Louis Tomlinson comes out as gay. Or, the one where Harry's a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League's first gay football player, and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.

The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did. ------- this is not my work!! it's velvetoscar's on ao3. I'm just publishing it so it would be easier for me to read it!! :)

The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis' palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him. "Captain," Malik greeted. Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik's boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis' neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible. There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis' distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis' chin with it. Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles. OR The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.

***AVAILABLE AS KINDLE OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON*** good with words; in minds, on lips, on tongues, in pages. 1982 Louis is a writer living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Harry is a figure of colors, curls, and dimples and a thousand words Louis never anticipated writing, a thousand things he never anticipated feeling. highest ranking: 🥇no.1 in #larrystylinson no.1 in #larryfics