Where Louis and Harry have been best friends for years but that changes when they decide to isolate through Covid together. ⚣ Boyxboy, Larry Stylinson ✎ Original story by Stylinson_Larryxx ✄ Cover by @Stylinson_Larryxx

*COMPLETED* Louis Tomlinson is a famous vlogger, admired by many, but little do they know that he's gay. Louis' been experiencing a sharp pain in his back, and ends up at a massage clinic. Harry Styles, the clinic's hottest and gayest masseuse, decides to take care of Louis' pain himself. •top harry •smut smut smut •I'm dividing it into several chapters but it's not that long enjoy <3<3

Harry Styles. He seems like your typical cheeky, charming, handsome 16 year old boy but he has a secret - one his babysitter, Louis Tomlinson, hopes he can fix.

Yay. Third book! Smutty and fluffy one shots, the usual. Enjoy.

Louis moves into a flat while he’s at university, his next-door neighbour, Harry, who he’s never seen is rather loud at night. Louis confronts him about said noise and the two start to chat through the rather thin wall between their bedrooms. Will they ever meet, and if they do… what could ensue for the both of them?

17Black: a gay strip club in London known for hot strip teases, a talented dj, and matchmaking? Harry is moving to London as a new addition to 17Black - new penthouse, hot job, amazing pay - sounds great. Sure it is a clear violation of Harry's sexuality, but it's not gay unless you make it gay, right? Plus it's only for a month anyway. And of course, time flies when you meet a cute bloke named Louis. Who knows? A lot can happen in a month.

Louis has a habit of not complaining. Harry hates it because, sometimes if you don’t complain, bad things happen; like ending up in the ICU. This is the OFFICIAL VERSION please note that there are four or five R rated scenes that have been moved to another site to keep this story un-privated. The links are provided in the appropriate places in the story where you can read them. Please check my bio for the link to the translations! These include POLISH (Polski), SPANISH (Español), ITALIAN (Italiano), FRENCH (Français), RUSSIAN (русский), CZECH, CHINESE (中国的), ROMANIAN (român), PORTUGUESE (português), BRAZILIAN PORTUGUESE (português do Brasil) SLOVAK (slovenská), DUTCH (Nederlands), GERMAN (Deutsch) Direct link to translation masterpost is: http://room_317.livejournal.com

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

~ A BOOK ABOUT LARRY STYLINSON ~ vote and comment! x it's not often that two strangers will meet, completely unaffiliated, no past encounters nor connections and no intentions to share anything more than a sideways glance or a coy smile on the street, will wind up being the most important part of the other's story. in fact, it's really quite a rarity; to be two perfect strangers, melting in the hands of fate like putty in the palm of one's hand; daring to feed into the idealism of love at first sight; being led by chance; destiny; whatever you want to call it. but maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that this foolish idea of one's future being twisted by fate and woven with another's isn't so crazy after all? maybe a setting like a malibu beach was the perfect place for two strangers' worlds to collide on one breezy, summer morning?

"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}