Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

LARRY STYLINSON "So. Louis. How long have you been gay for Harry?" Louis stood up so fast his chair nearly toppled. "I'm going to go drown myself in the bathtub." "Oh come on," Fizzy said through a snort. "He brought you strawberries, that's basically a love confession." Harry looked smug. "Don't forget the apricot." "YOU. NEED. TO. LEAVE!" Louis snapped, pointing at the door. Harry stood slowly, stretching again. "I'll be next door if you need me." OR A high school enemies to lovers (With a lot of other stuff in between). Lots of trauma bonding and cuddles. SMUT WARNING (it isn't good and it takes a while to get to it)

When Harry Styles was accepted into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat, leaving him with three options: 1) Move back into student halls. 2) Become homeless. 3) Move in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other mates. He went with the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his roommates reminded him why he only has one friend. If there is one thing Louis Tomlinson can't stand, it's pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If there is one thing he can't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser. In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they are opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that have no business be kept secret.

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.

Louis Tomlinson. A normal name of a normal guy. You'd think that, but it's far from the truth. Louis is the leader of the most wanted Gang in the United Kingdom. Whenever people hear the name 'Black Devils' their blood freezes in their veins. They deal with drugs, they kill people, they don't give a shit about the law. Harry Styles is a successful detective. He has a remarkable resume and an amazing arrest count. But there is one person he had never managed to catch. One person he is chasing for two years now. All he knows is his name and that he is the leader of the most dangerous Gang in the UK. He has never seen him nor knows anything about him because Louis Tomlinson is a master of deception. Actually no one knows who that guy is but wherever he appears he leaves death and desolation. It is Harry's job to find him- and to bring him down. Louis narrowly escapes from the police on his latest job. They get closer to him with each time and he has no idea why and how. He needs to do something. To his luck he has an incredible selection of resources, so when he stumbles over the name Harry Styles- better known as the man who is chasing him for a while now- and does a bit of research only to find out that they have the same preferences, he decides to play a game with fire.

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

"You don't want to have the taste of how good it is when you know you will never be able to have it." It was only meant to be a one night thing, but when the country goes into lockdown, Louis Tomlinson finds himself stuck in windsor castle, in company of his royal fucking highness, Harry, the prince of England.

This is NOT my story all credits go to dolce_piccante on ao3 - In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for. - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4034197/chapters/9071932

"I will kill you in your sleep," Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans. "I don't think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time." "I'll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don't call me that." (Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.)