"Do you want a kiss?" Harry asks. Louis looks at him in clear disgust and annoyance. "Excuse me?" He inquires. Harry smiles and pulls out a bag of chocolate kisses. "They're your favourite aren't they?"

One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia. Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he? Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

In the pools of your burning love I wade. Such a mistake, but the best mistake I ever made. © stylinperf, 2016. All rights reserved. *COMPLETED* sugar!daddy - sugar!baby

Louis was lonely so he looked up random numbers to rant to about his crush Harry Styles. Little did he know that he was texting Harry Styles himself. (Short Story)

THIS IS NOT MY WORK ‼️ all credits go to Isthatyoularry on AO3📢📢 (I only do that for easier accessibility) SUMMARY : How come falling in love with the person he hated most was so easy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? How could he stand there on the pavement, gorgeous and beautiful, and make Harry fall back into a swirl of desire, when fifteen minutes ago he made his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bash his face into bits. The problem was that more than that, he wanted to kiss him. Between the two options, he would instantaneously choose the second. A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view. (Read and vote <3)

Harry is scary. Or he's at least intimidating, with his long curly hair and piercing green eyes. People tend to be shy and nervous around him, so when he meets a small lad with cheek bones he's not prepared for the opposite to happen. OR The one where long haired Harry is his usual intense self but straight, or so he thinks. But that all changes when he meets Louis. Louis x Harry Larry bitches <3 *Finished late July or early August 2021*

Drunken one shot @Starry-girl-LS contacted me with an idea for a Larry story and I asked if I could turn it into a Drunken one-shot and they were okay with that. Larry AU where Harry drinks too much wine one night and download dating apps.

@Lily_pad6472 asked me to write a story where Harry and Louis both are single parents and neighbors. After his wife passed away Louis took his three kids and moved to London to get away. One day he gets a new neighbor, someone with a baby who cries nonstop. He can't have that. The paper-thin walls make it hard for his kids to sleep when that baby won't stop crying. He knocks on the neighbor's door, just to be met by the most gorgeous man he has ever laid eyes on. Purely fictional. Smut warning!

Niall is tired of two of his bandmate's constant fights so he cuffs them together with some pink handcuffs over the Christmas break and gives them an ultimatum. Learn how to get along or the band is done. Harry and Louis find themselves in awkward situations as they try to spend time with their families as a package deal. Purely fictional. Smut warning.

"Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: "Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?" Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall's just purchased a person. For Harry. Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. "No, what the fuck, Harry." "A prostitute then?" Harry also doesn't want a prostitute. "Of course not!" "A stripper?" "No!" Damn, he's running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall's head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. "Stop!" "What did you get me, then?!" Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he's pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing. There's still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, "I got you a professional cuddler." A professional...what. "What?" ﹏