A prestigious university in London, known for its cutthroat academia and political undertones. Both Harry and Louis are esteemed professors in the English department, intellectual giants in their own right, but polar opposites in personality. Harry and Louis have butted heads for years. Their debates are legendary; public lectures where sparks fly, published papers that subtly (or not so subtly) tear each other's theories apart. To the academic world, they are the embodiment of intellectual rivalry. To those who know them personally, it's more than that. For Harry, Louis represents everything wrong with the academic elite: a privileged man who refuses to use his platform for change. For Louis, Harry is reckless, someone who takes risks he can afford because he doesn't fear rejection the way Louis does. But under all the intellectual posturing, there's always been something more.

Harry's goal is to become a trauma surgeon so he starts as an intern at the Kemp hospital. He is motivated until he meets his supervisor Dr. Louis Tomlinson. And it looks like Louis doesn't make it any easier for Harry. Will Harry make it to his goal? Even if his dark past haunts him? 'Never stop. One day you will be someone's hope. Someone's lifesaver.' 🩺 This is a medical fanfiction about Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. Story contains mentions and/or descriptions of drugs, abuse , alcohol, mental illness, sex and vulgar language

[COMPLETED] [71K+ WORDS] « i'm the ceo of styles enterprises, you are? » « someone with a gun so shut the fuck up.» - or where the young ceo harry styles, makes a deal with the rouge mafia, to insure his safety.

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

"You don't want to have the taste of how good it is when you know you will never be able to have it." It was only meant to be a one night thing, but when the country goes into lockdown, Louis Tomlinson finds himself stuck in windsor castle, in company of his royal fucking highness, Harry, the prince of England.

school is shit parents are shit life is shit but you know what's not shit? friends except when they leave you behind then you have to deal with your shit all alone

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]