Louis is day drinking because he just got dumped. A stranger named Harry joins him and they decide to spend a day together pretending to be someone else.

@virgoelite gave me the idea to write a story where they swap bodies. ♥️ In the middle of an argument over the phone, something happens and Harry and Louis wake up in each other's bodies. They both have concerts and while they try to find a solution to their unexpected problem they try to make it through the day as each other.

Soulmate AU where you and your soulmate can send each other money, and you get notified of how much money they send you telepathically. Harry Styles just so happens to be a billionaire business man, and Louis just so happens to be a broke man living on the streets. Also, yes, this prompt idea was from tiktok, so suck on that. This was originally going to be a one shot in my 1d smut shots book, but I spontaneously decided to make it a separate book.

Crack. It's fucking crack

Harry Styles was an average, hormonal 17 year old boy. When seeing the hottest guy he has ever seen at his community’s gym, will he be able to keep them under control?

[Complete] When a dangerous criminal comes across a lone house in the woods, he figures it's the perfect place to hide out for the night. Only to find out it isn't lone after all.. criminal!louis || hostage!harry

Not everyone has an awesome first time. Sometimes it's just bad. Really bad. Drunken one shot Smutwarning

@RANDOM28lol contacted me with a story idea where they asked if they could write the poems in the story. I didn't feel like I could write the story they wanted me to but I asked them to send me one of the poems. The poem inspired me. ❤ So I suggested another concept of the story and they agreed. All the poems in the story are written by the talented @RANDOM28lol. Harry has lost his voice. He has been mute for years. Ever since his family was brutally murdered in their home. He suffers from PTSD and survivor's guilt. Thinking that not allowing himself to talk somehow honor the death of his family. It's a lonely life. He has no one to talk to. Doctors and therapists have given up on him. He writes poems as a way to express how he feels. He also writes at work. Running the gossip section of The Sun is something he despises but he's a journalist and he needs a job. No one tries to talk to him at work either. It's his own fault. But he hates how they go silent and then whisper about him as he enters the newsroom in the mornings. He keeps to himself. Until the new sports journalist catches his eye. Beautiful. Blue eyes. Wonderful smile. To his surprise, the man knows sign language and he's also determined to talk to him. Life as he knows it changes. It's scary. Will he be able to actually overcome his trauma? Be something more than a bystander of his own life? Warnings: Trauma, death.

Louis hated Harry. He was walking around like he was superior, thinking he was so hot and sexy. Well, Louis could see right through it. They had been in a band together for almost two years and Louis avoided him at any cost. What he couldn't avoid on the other hand was how fucking clumsy Harry was. One night Harry tripped on stage and pushed Louis over the edge. While he was unconscious a woman appeared and told him that he had an old soul and that he had lived many lives. She said that she wanted to show him some of those lives to make him realize something. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, being unconscious and all that so he agreed. So he went on some freaky journey in his mind and he couldn't even get away from Harry when he was passed out because every life he had lived included one certain green-eyed boy by his side... Purely fictional. Trigger warning: death

When Harry's a huge fan of the four boys Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Louis in a boy band called one direction and in love with Louis in general you can imagine how much he freaked out when he got the notifications saying: @Louis_Tomlinson Liked your tweet. @Louis_Tomlinson Followed you back. @louist91 Requested to follow you. .•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.• Warning: there may be some smut. .•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•