"Harry, the whole world is in front of you." The younger boy nodded, then let his forehead lean to Louis'. "Yeah, you're right," he whispered. "It is in front of me." ••• Before Harry started university, he created a pretty simple list in his mind: the list of things which could help him survive his first year. Focus on your art studies. Avoid parties. Try to stay out of every drama. At first the plan went quite smooth, but as soon as the first wave of relief sweeped over him, a footballer had to show up and not just cross everything on his list, but also rip it all to shreds and burn up his entire world. Ignoring him wasn't an option; the boy with the cheeky smile looked too familiar to forget. Harry knew one thing for sure: there wasn't a rule he wouldn't break to get the answers for the questions of the past. Even if that meant he had to face with a beautiful mess, called Louis Tomlinson. ••• • completed story • (And the chapters are long af) (It's starting to get quite good from chapter 5, okay) (Please give it a chance lol) (Thank you, love you) WARNING: the story contains swearing, detailed (!!) smut and mentions of homophobia and self-harm, BUT I can reassure you, ((kinda spoiler I guess)) the story will have a happy ending for sure! 2021: #1 toplinson, out of 108 stories #53 larryfluff, out of 718 stories 2022: #1 larrysmut, out of 1,12K stories (crying tf is this achievement, help) #1 toplinson (again, help this is supposed to be a cute story) 2024: #2 louistomlinson, out of 77,9K stories <3333

It's 1967 and Harry is tired of being that little religious boy who everyone makes fun of. Tired of God pretending not to hear him, he decides to take other reins in secret; How bad could it go if he turned to the Devil? How fast would he answer him? It was time to save the Bible and turn the red candles on. Where Harry is a very sweet teenager who is tired of the way he's living and decides to realise a ritual to invoke the king of hell. Louis is the dumb devil who falls in love. THIS IS A TRANSLATION APPROVED BY THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR

"Just go get laid, Harry! Find a dick and ram it up your ass." "Why am I friends with you, Niall?" All Rights Reserved To: @longhairedirwin. Copyright ©

Harry's life was perfect. Stunning girlfriend. Good friends. The picture perfect idea of his future after graduation. So when his mother uprooted his life to move to a different country, Harry Styles couldn't wait to get back to it. But in the meantime, making friends is probably a good move. Meeting the boy next door, Louis Tomlinson, Harry feels lucky to find a good group to help him get through the year. That is until it becomes increasingly more obvious to him that maybe he's looking for something more in his new friend than a bit of company. Struggling to come to terms with this life altering realization, Harry turns to Louis for comfort, but will a budding relationship and a new life full of secrets come between Harry and the life he's always pictured for himself?

It was destined for that to happen one day. Destined that the two families become one. A forced destiny one might say. An arranged marriage. ⚠️SMUT⚠️

I had this prompt suggested to me years ago. Unfortunately, the person who suggested it got lost in my DM's and I'm sorry about that. If you recognize your suggestion, please contact me so I can give you credit. ♥️ I don't remember much from the suggestion. Just that one of them is a solo artist and touch deprived and the other one is a professional cuddler. I might have twisted it around but I focused on that. Harry always wanted to be an artist and when he finally gets signed to a label it has strings attached. He has to hide his omega status. He's willing to make that sacrifice. His manager Jeff made sure that he was only surrounded by betas and that he used a beta masking spray. Harry was so busy touring he didn't have time for any personal relationships. Finally, the consequences of his choices caught up with him. After waking up one night in excruciating pain and being brought to the hospital the doctor told him that he suffered from a condition called Severe Touch deprivation. Every fiber in his body hurts from the lightest touch. The only thing that could help him now was something called Sensory and Touch Therapy. That was how the alpha Louis Tomlinson stepped into his life. He was his new therapist. Warnings: Smut

"I must say, my prince, there is something divine about royal knots. You put everyone else to shame." "Oh, my pretty precious, your words wound me," Louis pulled the omega closer to his chest, his words mocking against Harry's ears. He kissed Harry's long neck, fingers tangling in his curls before Louis pulled on the locks, tilting the young omega's head as he whispered, "why must you mention those who aren't here and corrupt the moment? You are mine for the night, my precious, and for every remaining night of the summer. I shall take you as I wish and you will accept every second of it." Louis' eyes darkened, pulling his hair tighter as the omega whimpered in pain, "y-yes, alpha." Or Where Louis is the future heir of Maneria, the alpha prince of the four kingdoms, but none of it is anything he has ever asked for. Jostled into duties and roles he must fit into, he finds himself involved with the youngest son of his father's truest companion. A name that is a sin in itself as it rolls off of Louis' tongue in the dark of the night while they hide under the folds of the sheets.

• 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

Harry and Louis fight. They're constantly at each other's throats, arguing until sometimes even their five year old daughter can't get them to stop. They're close to a divorce, but a surprise pregnancy could be the thing that saves their marriage. cover by @-melodichl

@1975berry suggested that I write a drunken one-shot where Harry accidentally sends an intimate tweet instead of a text. Well here it it. ♥️