"Get your head out of your ass for once" Louis shouted angrily his cheeks red with anger. "i'd rather have it near yours" Louis choked at Harry's words, his own caught in his throat thinking of something to say back. But when Harry walks closer to him cornering him against the locker placing both of his hands on each side of his head he knew that he won't be able to talk for the next hour and he'd rather not knowing that what will come out of his mouth won't be words.

This is NOT my work. This story belongs to dolce_piccante on Archive Of Our Own. If you would rather read it on ao3, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5799241/chapters/13366498 ~ American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers). Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry's charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football. A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino's Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

Harry's mom ran. She ran every single time her relationships failed. What else could she do? She could get over it. Harry wished she would. He hates having to pack up, leave friends (if he even had time to make any), and go to a new place. When Harry and his mother finally move into a new house and his mother gives him the "this could be the one" speech, yet again, Harry doesn't think it's even worth while to unpack. He just thinks it will be a matter of time before his mom wants to pack up and leave again. He decides to not make friends this time, to not care about anything this time, to just wait. Soon his mother will want to leave, so what's the point? Perhaps when Harry meets Louis, the twenty-six year old man that lives across the street and just so happens to be Harry's type; gay, he'll find a way to make his mom want to stay longer. He just doesn't know how...

» 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 « ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴏɴ ᴀs ᴋɪɴᴅʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀʙᴀᴄᴋ [ 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘰 ] ______________ Cᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟᴀ ᴘᴀᴏʟᴀ. [ ɪɢ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: @_dani_pao ] Louis' mother always told him and his siblings fairytale stories about how she met their father and how the sea brought them together. Louis as he grew up, stopped believing in them, but always felt a strong connection to the calm and peaceful sea on their countryside. For him, sand beneath his fingers, sun hitting on his skin and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore is the best combination for his mind peace. It's always the same around Louis' daily routine, nothing ever changes, until it does. And suddenly his mother's stories don't seem very far from reality. ᴊᴜʟ. 2021

En el que Louis se ve obligado a pasar la última semana de vacaciones con el despreocupado de su padre, pero muy pronto, se encontraría conviviendo con un conjunto de extraños, sobre todo con Harry, el hijo arrogante e insoportable de la futura esposa de su padre. ¿Podría Louis lograr controlar su descontento? ¿Podría mantener su cuerpo y alma alejada de Harry? Historia Re-subida [Se prohíben adaptaciones sin autorización]

Uno podía volar y el otro, nadar. Alas y aletas, plumas y escamas. Quién hubiera imaginado que el agua se enamoraría del aire. ------------------------------------------------------- Traducción en español de la obra: "To Embroider Your Waist With Corals" Obra original de: smittenwithlouis (AO3) Tengo autorización de la autora para traducir este libro. No se aceptan copias ni adaptaciones de la misma. -Inspirada en los dibujos de: pass-the-pencil en Tumblr- Inicio: Diciembre 2015 Final: Diciembre 2017

@LilSan14 asked me to write a story where Harry meets Louis often on a train and falls in love with him from the way he acts, the books he reads, and what he writes. Well, I must have been tired as hell when I read that because I switched it up. She's okay with that. ❤ Louis likes to observe. Beautiful things. Lately, that's a stranger on the train. He's absolutely fascinated by the man. He would dream to talk to him. He doesn't do that. He doesn't talk to anyone. This story is written as Louis' inner dialogue. The things he thinks, and how he thinks it. You know what I mean when you read it. ❤ Purely fictional, some light smut warning.

Where Louis and Harry meet on Omegle and start to message each other on Kik

Es 1967 y Harry está harto de ser aquel chiquillo religioso al cual todos molestan. Cansado de un dios fingiendo oídos sordos, decide tomar sus propias riendas a escondidas: ¿Qué tan mal podría irle si recurriese al mismísimo Diablo? ¿Qué tan rápido le oiría éste? Era hora de guardar la biblia y encender velas rojas. 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

In which Harry has an eating disorder and Louis is the angel sent to protect him.