"You're way off here, darling, because there is not gay in dis-nay, nor will there ever be. You're not a damsel. You're just in distress but I won't be saving you. Save yourself."

"One hundred and sixty eight." "What?" "One hundred and sixty eight hours." "What's that?" "That's all the time I need to get you to fall in love with me."

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it's not the first time they meet. Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won't come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can't forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty. (this is not my work. all credits go to the author, green_feelings on ao3)

"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?

maybe all isn't fair in love and war, especially for a werewolf-witch hybrid like harry. his overwhelming feelings for louis might just show him that fate always finds a way. (or: harry is an omega and half-witch, and louis is destined to be his overly-protective alpha) [December 2020-January 2021] word count: 88,000 words trigger warnings: violence, mild gore, abuse, attempted rape, smut

Louis Tomlinson is everything to his high school in Doncaster. All the girls want him, and all the guys want to be him. Football star, straight A student, he's the golden boy. And strangely enough, he's not taken. Harry Styles is a nobody. No friends, no allies, no enemies. A zero, a nothing, bottom of the food chain. All he wanted was for Louis to notice him. Just once, to see him, and not look through him. So what happens when his wish is granted? Will these two become more than friends? And, if so, will it last?

"You look like a princess. I'm not even joking" ~ Louis Tomlinson A different journey for our very own Larry Stylinson.

the sequel to 𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, in which life in the woods brings more dangers than the boys could have ever imagined. a surprising new rival might force them to stop running and face their pasts. (or: harry learns to embrace his magic, and louis can't protect him every step of the way.) [January 2021-March 2022] word count: 90,000 words trigger warnings: violence, mild gore, references to abuse, smut

Why isn't he crying? He's not dead! Please don't say he's dead! Harry's birth was traumatic. Nobody thought he would live. Thankfully he did. But his life would be full of health problems and difficulties.

Louis: Come for me Harry! Harry: . Louis: Oops, I meant come to me. Louis makes Harry cringe really bad most of the time, and yet Harry finds himself turned on in the end. ©NovocaineLarry 2015