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

in no particular order, these are my favourite fan fics :) i am VERY picky when it comes to fanfics- and these have managed to pass my test. if you're bored please give these a read! they're worth it! i wrote this ages ago i apologise for the cringe