𝘑𝘌𝘈𝘕 𝘒𝘐𝘙𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘐𝘕 𝘟 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘠/𝘕 ⤥ ┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐ When Y/n and Jean meet at a museum and exchange cheesy pickup lines to see who can make the other laugh first. └────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐗 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧: 𝟬𝟮.𝟬𝟳.𝟮𝟭 𝗘𝗡𝗗: 𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚

I just couldn't hold eye contact for much longer, not with that captivating grin that was plastered on his lips, his voice that was so low and heavenly, you'd feel high just listening to it. The charm he carried with him all the time was astonishing, and no matter how many times I tried not to fall for it, I gave in every freaking time.

"Stay," Harry whispers desperately, pressing his lips to Louis' temple like he can somehow ease the pain that's blooming there, but he can't make the pain stop and no matter how hard he tries he can't make Louis stay. All credit goes to phantasmagoria (whiteteethteen) on Ao3.

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)

[COMPLETED] "I don't believe that you exist but there's a wonderful fragrance in the air" For Louis, going to university was an escape. An escape from the shadows and the deafening noise that haunts his nightmares. An escape from the past. What he wasn't expecting to find there was a mirror in the shape of sparkly green. He wasn't expecting to find a way out of himself. Harry never thought that those things that make you lose control and let go of the guilt could be those that he longed for the most. Neither of them was expecting to be saved... *** TW: mentions of death, self harm and mentions of suicide (NOT descriptive) *** Playlist for Under Coloured Trees: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5XfAxKisGHFWJMx2KsDUMY?si=eyRcnBg7TLGg31RHGHd2Qg&utm_source=copy-link ...or "Under Coloured Trees" by A Bell Jar Finished April 2022 YOU CAN ALSO FIND ME AND THIS STORY ON AO3 :)

Eager to reach his families expectations, Louis lives a life of secrecy and denial. In one of the most respected households in Doncaster, there's no room for mistake. But when Louis meets Harry styles in his first year of boarding school, it seems all the more difficult to keep himself In check.

"I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. Amen." Louis' family is as Christian as they get. Church every Sunday, prayers before dinner, the whole deal. His father is even the priest at their local chapel. Since Louis was young, he was taught the ways of bible. It was basically burned into him. One thing that was constantly preached to him was that being gay is wrong. "A sin." They said. "You'll go to hell." They spoke. "A man shall not lay with another man" But what happens when Louis feels something? Like he doesn't belong.. Like he's different. When a new lad comes into work at the coffee shop Louis is already employed at, all he's ever known goes out the window. He's knows it's wrong. He's captivated by this boy. But everything will fall apart.

The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did. ------- this is not my work!! it's velvetoscar's on ao3. I'm just publishing it so it would be easier for me to read it!! :)

"Get your head out of your ass for once" Louis shouted angrily his cheeks red with anger. "i'd rather have it near yours" Louis choked at Harry's words, his own caught in his throat thinking of something to say back. But when Harry walks closer to him cornering him against the locker placing both of his hands on each side of his head he knew that he won't be able to talk for the next hour and he'd rather not knowing that what will come out of his mouth won't be words.