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

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)

(Not my story) "So, we're friends?" Louis asked timidly, his blue eyes looking up at Harry through his lashes, Harry's chest suddenly feeling all weird. Fuck everything. His life really was one big mess at the moment but maybe he should just go with the flow and see what happens. Couldn't get any crazier than it already has been anyway. "Yeah... we're friends." [Or the one where Harry's an underground boxer, Louis' the prize and now Harry has to fight to protect him]

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 Styles likes to vlog his extraordinary life of being married to his rising star of a husband, Louis Tomlinson. Includes husband tags, surprise news, cute scenes, fun challenges, and lots of fluff! Newer version posted - "Vlogging in Styles : Deluxe Edition"

» 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

It's the Christmas season in New York City. There are far too many mistletoes hanging in Harry's apartment building and there is a pair of mischievous candy cane blue eyes who is responsible. #28 in Christmas, #100 in louis, #97 in larry, #255 in onedirection, #417 in harry, #11 larrystylinson The pictures on the cover are not mine. all credits go to the owner. larryent December 2019 Disclaimer. I do not own one direction or anything with a brand name. This is a fanfiction and purely for entertainment. DO NOT STEAL/REPOST MY STORIES/WORKS. ©larryent

harry and louis are teachers inside of a high school, and sometimes they act more like teens than their own students do. their constant pranks on one another and non stop bickering might just bring them into a place they never expected to be in. ♡ BOTTOM ! HARRY ♡ WARNING: PROBLEMATIC CHARACTERS DO NOT READ IF YOU WANT HAPPINESS THE ENTIRE TIME

Louis had thought that he'd enrolled himself into a normal, albeit a little out-of-the-ordinary English class when he signed up for "Imaginative English and the Arts." Maybe he'd just have to be a bit more creative than usual. He was always up for a challenge. When everyone was handed a sheet of paper and told to list the names of everyone in class from least to most favorite, Louis should have taken it as a hint to run as far away from that classroom as he possibly could. Or the one where Louis has to figure out 10 things he admires about Harry Styles, his self-proclaimed enemy, by the end of the school year. ** NOW REWRITTEN WITH BONUS SCENES - CHECK MY PROFILE FOR THE REWRITE **

• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit