Harry Styles. If you saw him in the street you wouldn't know who he is. He works at an intelligence agency knows as the IICF (international investigative coterie firm.) He works with them to take down some of the biggest threats around the world. Louis Tomlinson. A famous name in the underground. He is the boss of the mafia the Royal Devils, which is one of the greatest mafias in the world. The two don't remember each other but they were childhood best friends, who may or may not have fallen for each other but we're afraid to fully admit it. What happens when years later, after they have established their careers, they meet again when Harry gets a new case to take down the Royal Devils? Will old feelings be resurfaced? Or will Harry turn in his once only best friend/lover? [DISCONTINUED] but the ending is there :)

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

[social media au] basically louis is a fuck boy and harry thinks he's trash. until he doesn't. bottom!harry as always ❦ ꒰ ⑅ discontinued ꒱ ˖♡

Harry is in college, he goes out to get coffee and meets his new Daddy. MAJOR DADDY KINK IN THIS STORY.

WARNIMG : this story contains: STRONG LANGUAGE, DRUG USERS , AND GANGS. Louis like trouble, danger, and madness. And that's what harry styles was. Were louis is a sweet boy who fall for gang leader harry styles.

(COMPLETED) They both love killing as much as they love each other, but maybe they love each other a little bit too much. It's not as though they mind. Who needs a match made in Heaven, when you can have a match made in Hell? Anger, drama, lust, and death are the best ingredients to a fulfilling life - the two can't do anything but believe in this. They don't have a choice anymore.