Charlesden is home of everything boring, where nothing exciting ever happens. Harry dreams of being more than a small-town boy and craves for more, and then in walks a mysterious Louis Tomlinson to turn his life upside-down. Here's to a seventies romance, so much confusion, and some good goddamn music.

harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.

***AVAILABLE AS KINDLE OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON*** good with words; in minds, on lips, on tongues, in pages. 1982 Louis is a writer living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Harry is a figure of colors, curls, and dimples and a thousand words Louis never anticipated writing, a thousand things he never anticipated feeling. highest ranking: 🥇no.1 in #larrystylinson no.1 in #larryfics

Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.

harry doesn't know what to expect when louis moves into the apartment beside his, but he definitely didn't expect hallway kisses and mysterious packages and enough love to finally ease his tortured mind. (or: harry just wants to make everyone else happy, and louis shows him that it's okay to let someone take care of him for a change.) [December 2020-May 2021] word count: 165,000 words trigger warnings: trauma, mentions of rape, references to domestic abuse (physical and emotional), mild disordered eating, minor violence, smut

an AU where Louis Tomlinson is a misunderstood football player, and Harry Styles is a misunderstood photographer. Somehow, they're understood together. Features cute Instagram posts, slow burn, lots of twists and turns, and mPreg Harry towards the end. [UPDATED AS OF 2024]

Poor Little Rich Boy - Larry Stylinson. Louis’ dare is simple: to find some sad little rich kid stupid enough to fall in love with him, and win him over by the end of the holiday. In every figurative sense. It’s a challenge that Louis is completely confident he can carry out. So when the perfect, pretty little Harry Styles crosses his path with a seemingly endless bank balance and a head full of romanticism, it looks like Louis has found his idiot.

"Harry Styles," he had greeted, "army pilot. Recently deployed to Iraq. And so goddamn happy to see you again." --- Copyright © 2014 MaddsLeigh. All rights reserved.

They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy's face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips. "Hi," he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. "Sorry. Is this okay?" The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis' waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, "Definitely." And then he kissed harder. (When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.) INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a water boy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn't seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry's job much more difficult than it has to be. OR A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can't have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything. (thank you to @protruding for the cover!) - if you want to make a cover, message me x