NOT MY WORK "Infamous boybander leaves club together with unknown," read the headline. Underneath were pictures of a boy with dark curls, green eyes and very tight pants. They both studied the article for a moment, reading it through quickly. "Is that...?" Louis frowned. That guy almost looked exactly like... "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" "Louis," Niall said, looking absolutely fucked over. "You just fucked the most wanted guy on earth. You just fucked Harry Styles of One Direction." Or, the one where Harry and Louis meet at a club and Louis takes Harry home, only for him to realize that the boy who just made him breakfast half naked is Harry Styles from One Direction. You can find the original on archiveofourown.com. It's by isthatyoularry.

"I will kill you in your sleep," Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans. "I don't think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time." "I'll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don't call me that." (Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.)

Surrounding himself with walls barricading any sort of emotions left within him, Louis finds them starting to crumble down for a certain boy with emerald eyes. But the question that arises is, will this lead to the apocalypse of Tomlinson Enterprises and Louis Tomlinson? Or The one where Louis Tomlinson is the CEO of the biggest business firm in the UK, who also hides behind a mask and rules the world of crime with Zayn and Liam, away from the public eye. Along with his true occupation, Louis also veils his emotions from both the worlds until a mop of curls and a pair of gleeful green eyes unfurl him layer by layer. Started : 6th June 2021 Completed: 25th December 2021 TW: violence, strong language, drug abuse, deaths(not major) and boyxboy smut.

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. (I think everyone knows, I do not own this book. All credits to @isthatyoularry I'm just posting it on Wattpad cuz I can't for gods sake figure out how to use AO3)

"You're not afraid of me." Harry had just retired from his study for the night and was getting into bed beside Louis. His mate chose to indiscreetly cower away from the Alpha's arms that lay jobless at his sides. "How can you tell?" "Come here." Harry had no sense of empathy or gentility; he commanded when necessary and simply took what he needed at other times. Louis turned over onto his other side, facing Harry with wide and cautious eyes. He regarded Harry's rigid side profile in the dark with a mixture of emotions. "I am afraid of you"

They both watched as ice and fire danced across their palms, hypnotized by the small things they could do with their powers. The snowflakes swirled around each other as the mist twisted about like a small tornado, while the fire in Louis' hands swayed and twirled gracefully-bright and warm and beautiful. Before, Harry couldn't even think of touching him with the fear of turning him to ice. Now, he knew that Louis wasn't some ordinary human to shy away from. Louis was bright, fiery flames, a body of powerful waves of heat. Louis was everything he was not, his polar opposite, but it was all the more reason that they fit together just right. or Harry likes to think he's normal. Except, normal boys don't freeze everything they touch. Louis thinks he's perfect just the way he is and shows him just that. Zayn is a telekinetic, Liam is a rising YouTube star, and Niall is the best human best friend there is. larry mutant au, basically. [word count: 119k] © 2020

Eroda. No land quite like it. When Harry stumbles into Louis's inn during a storm, looking for a place to stay, Louis is immediately entranced. Harry is quiet and keeps himself to himself, an invisible raincloud constantly hovering above his head. Louis is quite like the the sun, looking to brighten everyone's day. Will the two eventually bond? Or will it be too late? // feb 2021-may 2021 twitter & instagram= twinklingpiscess

***AVAILABLE AS KINDLE OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON*** good with words; in minds, on lips, on tongues, in pages. 1982 Louis is a writer living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Harry is a figure of colors, curls, and dimples and a thousand words Louis never anticipated writing, a thousand things he never anticipated feeling. highest ranking: 🥇no.1 in #larrystylinson no.1 in #larryfics