five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone. now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he's rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he's forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who's spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his. Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted. * by Hazmesentir on ao3

Everything started with a spin of a stupid old and used beer bottle... ((carroty fic af)) (((written with 0 skill so the author recommends you skip to their one shot book instead)))

Louis est un adolescent mal dans sa peau, qui a peur du regard des autres et du monde extérieur. Harry est le meilleur ami du grand frère de Louis, Léo. Harry est irrésistiblement attiré par Louis, mais son grand frère lui a formellement interdit de l'approcher. Mais malgré les menaces de Léo, Harry sait qu'il ne pourra pas résister à la tentation. #1 dans #larrystylinson 19/08/2019 #3 dans #larry 30/10/2019 #5 dans #larry 19/08/2019 #3 dans #onedirection 24/08/2021

"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

Harry Styles is going into his third year of university and he's going to talk to the boy with blue eyes and pretty ankles he's been crushing on for the last two years if it's the last thing he does. With the help of his friends, he's thrown into a few awkward situations along the way.

Louis Tomlinson voit son rêve devenir réalité : il est engagé pour jouer le second rôle dans un des films du plus grand réalisateur des années 50, mais le premier rôle est attribué à Harry Styles. Grande star de Hollywood qui n'a pas peur de dire la vérité en face. Tandis que son ennemi menace de ressortir de prison et de venir se venger, Louis va devoir s'adapter au nouveau climat et peut-être trouver l'amour chez quelqu'un qui ne paraissait pas ressentir le moindre sentiment...

"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, "And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like." or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with him. {Ao3 wankersville}

!NOT MY STORY! Credits to thecoloursneverfade on ao3 Just thought I'd upload it here because I love it so much. Louis lives a not so quiet life on a not so quiet street. Starting university was supposed to be easy, that is, until he realises his new neighbour is Harry Styles, and they kind of hate each other, so falling for him is definitely out of the question. (or: Harry and Louis have a complicated past, Niall throws too many parties, Zayn is definitely not pining, and Liam just wants everyone to get along).

"If you hadn't noticed, I don't have many friends," Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat. Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis' stomach shake. "I'll be your friend." - 1970's AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis' life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger. This book belongs to fondleeds on A03