Following his line of sight, he frowned and shook his head, "What's wrong?" "Wasn't your timer on your ring finger?" Liam asked, at that the Alpha immediately swapped the tumbler and looked down at his finger which sported a string of tiny blue flowers on the underside of his ring finger. The two of them looked at one another. "You could've touched nearly fifty people by the time you grew delirious," Liam advocated, always the voice of reason. "Comrades, nurses, doctors." Sighing, he turned away and continued drinking the water. Literally, the only fucking thing remaining in the middle of a fucking war. Or Harry has his soulmate timer stuck at zero from the beginning of time. In between finding his soulmate in a war camp and solving the puzzle of the charismatic doctor who is treating him, all he can hope for is to live.

AKA "The Sunday Fic" Louis is a love-brainwashed-teenager of hope drenched in dreams, clad in over-sized clothes damaged with holes, and standing waist-high in novels. Harry is a selfish closeted football captain with a head too big for his heart, and a bad habit of not thinking before he opens his mouth. No one ever said love was easy, Louis learned the hard way. Originally written for the HL Mpreg Fest 2019 on AO3 (collection link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HLMpregFest2019) Based on a prompt. Please read the warnings in the introduction. [completed at 3.5K] #195 in fanfiction, #3 in larrystylinson. The pictures used in the cover are not mine. All credits go to the owner. Disclaimer. I do not own One Direction or anything with a brand name. This is a fanfiction and purely for entertainment.

Manhattan is a dangerous playground for the rich and entitled Alphas of New York. Those same wealthy Alphas are robbed after spending one night in the presence of a blue-eyed Omega and Officer Styles is assigned to the case. Written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2019 on AO3. Mature Content. Background cover picture is not mine. Credits to owner. Check reading list entitled 'THE NEW TRANSLATIONS' for translated versions of this story. Disclaimer. I do not own one direction or anything with a brand name. This is a fan fiction and purely for entertainment. completed. larryent january 2020 DO NOT STEAL/REPOST MY STORIES/WORKS. ©larryent

Yellow. Harry called him yellow. Of all things? Yellow? OR Written for the HLSummerFest2020 Based on a prompt. Louis was a mess. A stuttery mess of weak knees and grass stains on his fresh linen clothes, his cheeks blooming a natural pink that matched his sunburnt nose. Upon his return from University, his family abandon the bustling city of London to bask in the comfort of their summer villa. With such a property came maintenance, Louis' father hired a strapping young fellow with tanned skin littered with ink and a charming smile aided by dimples in both his cheeks. Between reading, baking and painting, Louis stares at Harry, he can't help it. They grow close under the sun of Greece in 1989. larryent July 2020 Do not repost/steal my work.

"A legacy is every life you've touched. And you've touched mine twice." On the coast of San Francisco in 2024 is where Harry falls in love all over again. Alternatively titled "ad infinitum" OR Written for the BLFF 2020 (collection link in the 1st chapter). Based on a prompt. "This thing upon me is not death but it's as real, .... this thing upon me like a flower a feast, believe me is not death and is not glory." - Charles Bukowski, old man, dead in a room larryent December 2020 Disclaimer. Anything with a brand name are not owned by me (places/characters). Do not repost/steal my work.

This is NOT my work. This story belongs to dolce_piccante on Archive Of Our Own. If you would rather read it on ao3, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5799241/chapters/13366498 ~ American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers). Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry's charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football. A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino's Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

It's the Christmas season in New York City. There are far too many mistletoes hanging in Harry's apartment building and there is a pair of mischievous candy cane blue eyes who is responsible. #28 in Christmas, #100 in louis, #97 in larry, #255 in onedirection, #417 in harry, #11 larrystylinson The pictures on the cover are not mine. all credits go to the owner. larryent December 2019 Disclaimer. I do not own one direction or anything with a brand name. This is a fanfiction and purely for entertainment. DO NOT STEAL/REPOST MY STORIES/WORKS. ©larryent