"Where are we?" "Um. A little while out of London?" Niall tries, seemingly the only one willing to not be mysterious and provide Harry with information, and. Oh. "London London? As in, the capital of England London?" he asks, just in case he'd misheard. "No, the other London," Louis laughs, low and biting. He comes closer finally, the moonlight just enough to reveal a sharp-cut jaw and pale skin. "Sorry, Pup." Nobody's ever called Harry a "pup". Frankly, he finds it quite insulting, but he lets it slide to try and comprehend his current crisis. * by hattalove on ao3

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his. Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted. * by Hazmesentir on ao3

"Can you shut the fuck up !!, English , do you speak English?" Harry groaned sliding his large hand down his face in frustration because of the small blue eyed boy in front of him . "je veux aller a la maison" Louis sobbed brokenly , shoulders shaking his whole body . Or a story where Harry is a very powerful man , a powerful man that has workers do his dirty work - when his best man Ryan Tomlinson dies during a job trade Harry promises the man that he will raise his son who lived in France with his grandparents... Louis is 16 and so small , he causes Harry to become more open , more on the soft speaking side but he can also make the green eyed man very angry when he cries and they can not understand understand each other with the language boundary. *Nothing major happens until louis is 18 - a slow more of a developing relationship though louis will start wanting so much more earlier from the older man *

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?

harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.

Louis is a twenty-one year old owner of a popular tea shop called 'Spot O' Tea'. Recently he notices a new customer with curly hair and green eyes, who comes in at the same time every night; 9pm. But that's not what worries Louis. What worries him is the bruises that scatter across his body, multiplying every day.

(COMPLETED) They both love killing as much as they love each other, but maybe they love each other a little bit too much. It's not as though they mind. Who needs a match made in Heaven, when you can have a match made in Hell? Anger, drama, lust, and death are the best ingredients to a fulfilling life - the two can't do anything but believe in this. They don't have a choice anymore.

When Harry was little, he hated living in Oak Hollow. It was a stuck-up neighborhood in the suburbs full of broken families and white picket fences. But then, on a hot Summer day, a strange boy wearing heart-shaped sunglasses moves in across the street.

louis is a well known model and singer. harry is a lesser known model and singer. what started off as getting promo turned out to be a lot more. a light hearted, dare i say absolutely hilarious, fic for your larry depressive episodes. (warning for very out of date humour lmao it's kinda cringey)