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"Why exactly are you here?" Louis asked, feigning annoyance and failing pathetically at it. "My publicist told me I can't go anywhere near you." Harry said, eyes still smudged with last night's eye liner. "That makes you my favorite person in the world." Or the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

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.

It's coronavirus time. Quarantine is round the corner in the US. What will happen when it finally rolls around and both Harry and Louis are thousands of miles away from each other?

Pt. 3 of the Strawberry Milk Series .

Strawberry milk layers their upper lips, and they giggle and lick it off of each other. They taste it in each others mouths when they kiss; it's on their tongues, and filling their tummies. There are seven cartoons in the fridge, with 1 out that they keep pouring into shot glasses. They give each other a 'cheers!' and tip it down their throats. Instead of burning their mouths, it wipes away the sting that is already inside of them. (Harry still has days when he needs to feel good on the inside. Louis can see it in his eyes, and on these days, Louis needs it too. Maybe just as much.) or the strawberry milk sequel; where harry still needs help, louis' trying to give it to him, liam rents a van, zayns a bit protective of his best mate, and nialls there to tie it all together.

"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, "And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like." or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with him. {Ao3 wankersville}

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

If you fight like a married couple, Talk like best friends, Flirt like first love, Protect each other like siblings, Then it's meant to be Louis and Harry also known as Larry are in the worlds biggest boy band some of you might know them as One Direction. Fans believe Harry and Louis are dating but is that the case? Nobody really knows what goes on behind closed doors. When one mistake tears things apart will Louis and Harry pull through it or will it be goodbye Larry hello Haylor?