It was the year 1789, in England. There were food shortages, people living on the streets, sickness, and a wide spread of people dying. Louis Tomlinson is you're average twenty five year old boy, living in the village with his family. Everything was perfect, or as perfect as it could be until one day his whole family...
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...
Louis Tomlinson is a nobody at school. He's known as the 'nerd' and not many kids want to be around him. He hasn't had many friends, let alone someone to talk to, other than his family and one cousin Liam Payne who helps him through the tough times. But can a jock like Harry Styles change that? Or will someone get in...
"Yes. My name is Louis. And who might you be, cutie?" "I'm . . . Harry. My name is Harry, and I'm your next door neighbour. I live at the yellow house that is beside yours." Twenty-five-year-old Louis Tomlinson not so subtly checked out the boy, "how old are you?" "I'm . . . Sixteen-years-old," the small boy eyed the...
"Get your head out of your ass for once" Louis shouted angrily his cheeks red with anger. "i'd rather have it near yours" Louis choked at Harry's words, his own caught in his throat thinking of something to say back. But when Harry walks closer to him cornering him against the locker placing both of his hands on each...
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...
A Contract. That's all Louis needs to fulfill himself. A simple signature and a NDA. Louis has been living the life of a dominant for a long time. He thinks emotions are irrelevant and it's safe to say that Louis ignores matters of the heart like the plague. In comes Harry Styles. Warm, green-eyed, hot, virgin and L...
Louis was never one for dark and dangerous. To reserved. To concealed. Cautious. He was one for treading carefully. He was a University student. So young. Fresh. Naive. Untouched by man. He was to innocent. And for one man the temptation was a little too much. He had everything any man would wish for. The looks. The w...
It's been three years since One Direction split up. Harry's about to marry a girl Louis hates. Louis' a top executive at Modest, the management team that tore them apart. They can't forget the past but they can't forgive each other either.
It's 1967 and Harry is tired of being that little religious boy who everyone makes fun of. Tired of God pretending not to hear him, he decides to take other reins in secret; How bad could it go if he turned to the Devil? How fast would he answer him? It was time to save the Bible and turn the red candles on. Where Har...
"Can you for once be honest with yourself, Louis?" Harry pulls his hair. He is so frustrated with the guy he has been living with for the past few weeks. "I am honest with myself! You just think you can turn everyone.... you know the way you are." "Turn everyone what, Louis? Can't you speak the word? Is only saying th...
He doesn't know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story. Maine to California in...