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 Cov...
What does life have in store for Harry's first year at Uni? Apparently quite a bit of things. From late night studies to hours spent in the library was something Harry envisaged himself doing. Just what Harry didn't expect was how much his life is about to change when he meets a certain boy at a party he doesn't even...
Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]
"That I'm arrogant. That I'm a bitch. That I can't admit my faults or when I'm sorry. That's what you said right?" Louis once spat those words to Harry. They were so in love, how did they end up here, Harry drunk dialing Louis, asking him why he still thinks about the way Louis cologne smells? ~ Or the one where we f...