Harry Styles is just a seventeen year old junior. He doesn't expect much out of the year, but his seventh hour history teacher manages to change all that.

Famous football player, Louis Tomlinson, wants romance. He has so many ideas of how to treat someone that he loves. He's met many models and many rich and put-together people. But nothing ever clicked with them. He doesn't want someone who will agree with everything he says so they can stay relevant in media or someone who will act as if they are way better than him. But he can't just find someone like that on any normal day! Single parent Harry Styles just wants to make his son happy. He's given up on his own pleasures when Marcel was born. In a world where men can carry the fertility gene, he had gotten pregnant as a teenager. His boyfriend left him and his family disowned him. And now he's alone, just barely able to keep enough money for rent and for the bare minimum of groceries. One day, little Marcel Styles begged his dad to take him to the football game. And luckily, Harry had gotten a little extra in his salary that week for taking a few more shifts. So he agreed, just wanting Marcel to smile. With a little help from Harry's best, and only friend, the three of them go to the game. Is Louis going to score the winning goal to the football game or the winning goal to Harry's heart? (Not my cover art) (But that picture is what inspired this story)

"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?

Harry attends a Christian school with new teacher, Louis Tomlinson. Everything seemed to go by smoothly until Harry realizes that he has created a crush on Louis Tomlinson and the lad himself just wanted to be a good teacher. Or in which Harry Styles gets knocked up by Nick Grimshaw and Louis Tomlinson is there to save him

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)

** IN PROCESS OF REWRITING ** Louis Tomlinson is a 18 year old city boy who is forced to spend his summer before senior year at his aunts farm. There he meets Harry, a 19 year old country boy his aunt hired to help around the farm. Maybe the farm isn't the worst place to fall in love?

Harry Styles is a single father of three, working two jobs to try and cater for his family, everything is always the same. That is until rebel Louis Tomlinson finds himself crossing paths with Harry when he jumps onto his roof. Harry and Louis instantly become enemies, wanting nothing to do with each other. But Louis also has other ideas, wanting a challenge and so he finds himself going back to Harry's more times than he pleases. What will happen when Harry's children slowly begin to grow attached to Louis? What will Harry do in order to set things right?

***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

"You are so, uhm . . . parfait." Harry says, blushing slightly when Louis gives him a confused look. "What?" Louis asks, glancing at Liam who has his eyebrows scrunched together and is glaring at Harry. "Perfect . . . This guy called you perfect, Lou." Liam states sternly, crossing his arms and looking at Harry. "Oh," Louis blushes a bright pink. "Merci." he thanks the green eyed boy, Harry grinning, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Oh hell-" Liam gets up from his seat and walks over to Louis, pulling him back and kissing his boyfriend roughly. [bottom!harry] © pleasurelouis, 2015 - 2016

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. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser