"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

Louis Tomlinson is a famous popstar that has been stealing over a million hearts of teenage girls since he was sixteen. He has never left the cover of magazine ever since winning the X-Factor. Louis is good looking, charming, sassy yet sweet and he cares a lot about his fans. He should be the perfect popstar to manage right? Not according to Simon Cowell. Why? Because Louis is gay. After Louis was spotted leaving a gaybar, Simon sees only one option and that's hiring a beard to stop all the gay rumours. And that's where Eleanor Calder comes in the story. A girl that works in her father's gay bar changes career as Simon Cowell offers her another job As Louis Tomlinson's girlfriend. And her boyfriend Harry isn't happy at all, but he comes along on tour. He is not letting his girlfriend alone with 'mister popstar'. Harry starts to get jealous. But is it because of Louis being able to spend time with Eleanor? Or is he jealous that Eleanor gets to spend time with Louis..

Louis Tomlinson's manager Roger is tired of Louis' sweats and hoodies and hires a stylist for him. Harry Styles is like no one Louis has ever met before and he's so confused. Is this attraction he is feeling? Purely fictional. Some smut warning.

Harry was just looking for an adventure when he booked a last minute trip to Sweden, what he didn't expect was for the real adventure to start before he even got on the plane there. Because of overbookings he and a few other people gets offered a deal to take the next plane, amongst those other people is Louis Tomlinson. Louis is on his way to a book signing in Sweden where his book "The Diary of a Dead Girl" is one of the bestselling books of the year. They spend one night together on the adventure that will last them a lifetime.

"My name is Harry." "I don't remember asking."

The lads laughed about the shabby apartments I had decided to move to after uni. I quite liked the building myself. It was nice and quiet, there weren't too many occupants. There was an old lady down the hall, a couple living on the floor beneath me, and a lad next door that people only had the nicest things to say about. I have yet to meet this lad, but when I do, I'm hoping he lives up to everyone's descriptions.

Louis Tomlinson is the most popular guy in high school. Everyone worships him and the fact that he is the captain of the football team doesn't make matters worse. He's cocky and knows all too well that every student at school adores him. Well, except for one person that is; Harry Styles. Harry is quite the opposite of Louis. He likes school and cares about his grades while Louis just laughs it off. It so happens that these two boys go to the same school and even have the same timetable. They both hate it and can't stand the thought of having to be close to each other. What happens when they suddenly have to become stepbrothers? Will the hate still be there, or will it turn into something else? What if everything gets too difficult for the two of them? Highest Ratings: #1 in Larry (1/11-21) #1 in Louis (12/4-20) #1 in Larrystylinson (2/5-20) #1 in Direction (31/8-20) #1 in Tomlinson (10/12-20) #1 in Stylinson (14/12-21) #2 in Onedirection (9/1-20) #2 in One (3/8-20) #10 in Fanfiction (19/12-17) © All Rights Reserved 2015. Larrys_Girl

A pretty quick story of a boy who found his crush's number and decided to risk it and text the boy of his dreams. But what happens when Harry receives a text from an unknown number? Would it turn out to be a wrong number? Or the right-est one? WARNINGS: Cross dressing Self harm No smut

"Stop," Harry whispered as the smaller man in front of him placed his soft delicate hands on either side of his head. Harry whimpered as he felt another body press his own. "Never..," there was a smirk in the older, shorter man's face, it made Harry's body tremble in delight. He knew it was wrong, he knew that if his family found out about this, they won't hesitate to lock him up. But he couldn't stop himself. Before he could drown himself in his own thoughts, the smaller man placed his chapped yet warm lips on Harry's. He moaned and visibly shivered causing the older man to chuckle. "L-Louis...," Harry moaned. Fuck! Weren't they supposed to be rivals?