/ completed / 72K words / mature / "You still love him," Niall said, as if he read Louis' mind. "You are such a hopeless romantic that looking at you suffer in lovelorn makes me sick in my- everything." A smile spread out across Louis' face before a low chuckle escaped through his thin parted lips. "Maybe you should...
❝Don't ever try to get near me! I don't wanna see you.❞ Harry had slurred in his face looking him in the eye. ❝I-I don't understand,❞ Louis managed to say his voice low, pushing a little from the wall holding his left arm with his right hand. ❝What don't you understand? I. DON'T. WANT. YOU!❞ • An AU where Louis finds...
Harry Styles: Boyfriend for hire. He's been told he'll do great at his job, but he's such a klutz sometimes that being young and having a pretty face doesn't cover for it. Louis Tomlinson: Richest twenty-one-year-old in the UK, professional playboy. He's had more girlfriends than Harry's had clients. When he decides...
Harry is an omega, who has a crush on his biology professor Mr. Tomlinson, who happened to be an alpha. What will come about when Harry signs up for a trip with his biology professor? Will they get along or not? Will Harry unintentionally reveal his secret to him? #3 in larrystylinson (27.2.2022) #3 in bottomharry (1...
Louis Tomlinson is 17, he has three older brothers, Andy, Edward and Drew, who are all emergency room doctors, alongside their best friends Harry Styles and Scott Wolf Louis dad moved him across the country 7 years ago, away from his brothers, when his work offered him a promotion.....now they are back and the boys ca...
"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his he...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...