"No one knows?" "Nope." "No strings attached?" "Nope." "Fine." --- Louis Tomlinson has been battling depression ever since his dad commit suicide. He doesn't have many friends and to make matters worse; he's gay. That's when Harry shows up in Doncaster. He's rude, stubborn, and close minded. Harry immediately hates Louis. Louis is the exact opposite of Harry, he's quiet, polite, broken, weak. But when there is only 2 homosexual lads in one town, you learn to accommodate. That's where it started; harmless fun. A quick shag now and then. But when Harry is around Louis' depression disappears, his nightmares of his dad are gone too. Can hate really change into love? ****WARNING: some of the chapters are private so you must be following me to read them. (the smut chapters) {also first time writing full on smut}

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

Harry's new dormmate is a sex freak. He is rude and mean and they fight all the time. He is driving him insane. He is also gorgeous and sexy and is driving Harry insane for other reasons, especially since they start having sex. A lot of smut (or the right amount depending on how you look at it.) ;) Purely fictional. Harry's point of view.

• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit