Louis Tomlinson is your everyday, twenty-two year-old student, studying art in London. He lives a rather boring life, going to school and spending time with his best friend, Nikki. When he receives a major opportunity in his art career, he goes on a trip to Paris, expecting the main focus to be on art. What Louis does not know is that he will run into multi-billionaire, Mr. Harry Styles. Louis and Harry begin to develop a strong attraction to one another, spending the rest of Louis' time in Paris together. Harry takes Louis to places he didn't even know were possible, showing him his unique world. The two continue to learn more about each other back in London, where they both live. Louis begins to see a side of Harry he never knew existed. He finds that Harry has extreme mood swings, easily becoming violent and destructive at the tiniest things. Will Harry learn to see his faults so he and Louis can be together? Or will they watch their whole world crash and burn around them?

They couldn't be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster, before then he's off to Uni. He has big plans for his future, and thanks to his parent's money he will have no problem achieving them. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there's one thing that completely annoys him, it's that there is a community college right across the street from St. Mark's Private School, and he has to look at the poor, totally inappropriate students that go there. Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to Doncaster's community college, just because the Holmes Chapel comprehensive expelled him twice in the span of two years, so he and his family had to move to another town. He has no future because he never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he's either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there's one thing he absolutely hates, it's the snobby students attending the private school right across from his, who think they're better than anyone just because their parents have money. When they meet, Louis is nothing but disgusted by the tattooed boy, and Harry can't help but laugh at the innocent yet sassy boy with blue eyes and amazing arse. Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that's the last (and maybe the only) thing they need. (Disclaimer: I'm from America and know close to nothing about the education system in England, so I apologise in advance.) LAST CHAPTERS ARE ON PRIVATE BECAUSE OF MATURE CONTENT! YOU NEED TO FOLLOW IF YOU WANT TO READ -- Thank you @Cupcaribo for the banner ! Love it :)

Harry Styles has secretly been in love with Louis Tomlinson from the very first day he laid eyes on him, but Harry must keep this a secret for the band's sake. Stress, conflicts and just being around Louis begin to make Harry question his ability to keep pretending that Louis is not everything to him. Hating others and himself, taking his own life comes to mind more than once. One night, the unthinkable happens; and this causes Harry to lose all control. The matchmaking skills and advice from Niam will not help and Eleanor is only making it worse. Harry is sure Louis will never love him back. Or will he? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ { Disclaimer; all characters in this fictional story have NO connection to their actual personas besides their physical appearances and names. All personalities of the characters are simply created from my own imagination, and used for no purpose other than, story telling. } ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I hope you enjoy(-:

Larry Stylinson AU!! Harry Styles is extremely rich, he gets the girls, the perks and the luxury of the VIP.....though that is mostly because of his parents who were an owner of a large furniture company.But after one eventful day on a pub, where a group of kidnappers tried to get Harry, His mother, Anne was thoroughly convinced that Harry needs to have a bodyguard. So she hired Louis of course...xxxxx (700k reads!! thanks everyone for reading)

I tangled my fingers in his chocolate curls, they were so soft! How could someone's hair be this soft? It has to be humanly impo- no wonder why they're so soft! "Stop havng sex with my hair now," Harry grumbled and removed my hands from his hair. He brushed his fingers through his and flipped it out of his face. "I'm sorry, it's just so, so soft! How do you get it so soft!? I want to know! I NEED to know!" I grabbed onto his shirt and began to shake him. "No you don't," He shook his head and swatted my hands away. "How are you so hyper right now?" "Vampire blood," I stated simply. "C'mon Harry, you should know this! Vampire blood makes humans hyper, which is why I never drink it when offered! Oh my god!" "No," He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "I'm going too figure out how to calm you down, can't you go to sleep or something?" "Silly two thousand year old vampire! Drinking you blood is like drinking thirty cups of coffee! I could be up for days!" Harry sat me down in a chair and held my legs down when I began to shake them. I fidgeted in my seat and eventually Harry was sitting on me, trying to get me to stop moving. I had to move, if I didn't it felt like I was going to explode! "How old are you? You're quite young." "I'm twenty-one!" I cheered and tried to get him off me. "Get off me! YOU'RE CRUSHING MY INTERNAL ORGANS! GET OFF, GET OFF, GET OFF, GET OFF! HELP! SOMEONE HELP! HELP! HE'S RAPING ME! RAPE! RAPE, RAPE, RAPE, RAPE! RA-" I was interrupted by Harry's soft, warm lips on mine. This was strange, I've never kissed a vampire before, but I'd expect that their lips would be cold, just like the rest of their body. Harry pulled away and my eyes were fixed on the ceiling. I had nothing to say, I couldn't find words. This wasn't awkward or anything, it just caught me by total surprise. "Your lips taste like Starbursts." (Book descriptions are over rated xD)

Harry Styles is a normal guy with a normal life and he liked it that way, that is until one night when he gets kidnapped and forced to work for hidious mean awful vampires. But what if not all of the vampires are mean like they appear? What if all of them have secrets they are to scared to even tell eachother? Will Harry Styles fall in love with the vampire Louis as much as Louis loves him? And what happens when Harry disovers something that he can never forget, something dark powerfull and full of darkness and distruction

When Harry Styles goes to his uncle's in Florida for the summer, he's reminded by the company his two dating friends, Liam and Zayn, how hopelessly single he is. The trip he expected to be fun turns slightly sour on his first day there. Until he meets Louis Tomlinson, that is. And even though Louis is more different than Harry could imagine, Harry slowly begins to feel like Louis could very well make his seemingly lonely trip the best vacation of his life.

Louis is in the middle of a Zombie apocalypse. Of all the ways he imagined the world would end, this was not it. He lives in a military base camp, among people who are fighting against this along side his mother, who has become General Johanna. He doesn't think the people they're killing are actually dead, but no one will hear a word of it. He believes they're just sick. After all, it's impossible to die and then come back to life acting like a monster. Right? Harry is dead. At least, that's what he believes. That's the strange thing about it, not the dead part, but the believing. The dead don't feel, the dead don't believe, but he does. He believes with his whole dead heart and nonexistent soul that he can get out of this state between life and death. The thing is, Harry doesn't want to die. That's why he's never ended his life groaning and eating innocent people. Would he even call it a life if he was technically dead? He wonders, if not, then what would he call it? Maybe just existing. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' A/N: I'm hoping you guys will like the rewritten version of this, and I hope I will too so I will have the motivation to write it till the end for you guys ^.^ DISCLAIMER: This story is based on Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion.