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 Cov...
Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.
This is a story about Harry Styles, a famous hotelier and Louis Tomlinson, an average guy who somehow found himself working for Mr. Styles in one of his hotels. And their twisted destiny who made a way for them to find each other's heart. But that way was very complicated because it was... a Fake Marriage. * There...
After their first encounter at Louis' favorite cafe, the arrogant Harry Styles refuses to leave Louis alone until he gets what he wants; a date, and maybe a bit more. His wish is granted when he takes Louis to a fateful party. During this event, Harry had a bit of "fun" with the hopelessly intoxicated Louis. However...
This wasn't something Louis thought would happen. Never in his dreams had he thought that he would marry someone who he didn't love. He always wanted to find the one for him, fall in love, marry him and live happily. He hadn't even dated anyone. But here he is, standing in front of the mirror in his room, getting read...