Clichéd [COMPLETE]

Sequel to Cliché. In which two familiar people never really want whatever relationship they have left to end. And the other younger two don't know how to start.

Cliché [COMPLETE]

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

Hate me to the Moon

The last thing Harry wanted was to spend his entire summer stuck with his dad's new fiancée and her kids. He wants no more when he learns she's a very religious dictator, raising a sixteen year old nun and a clean cut potential priest ass kisser. Everything takes a slightly different turn, however, when Harry finds ou...

✔️PSYCHOPATH LOVERS [L.S]

In the world of psychiatric practice, Louis Tomlinson's relentless dedication, marked by tireless toil and unwavering resolve, had propelled him to a coveted position. With unspoken pride, he bore the title of a seasoned psychiatrist. Life, for him, was a tranquil river until an exceptional case, shrouded in rarity, c...

flower crowns // l.s.

harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.

Baby Heaven's in your Eyes

They couldn't be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster, before then he's off to Uni. He has big plans for his future, and thanks to his parent's money he will have no problem achieving them. Everyone who attends his school...

Pretty in Plastic (l.s)

"Honey, Im made of plastic and youre faker than me." Harry discovers his childhood doll in his late mother's attic and decides to take it home. After wishing for a better life, his doll Louis suddenly comes to life and things cant seem to get any better or weirder.

young and beautiful || larry s.

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...