"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.)

Charlesden is home of everything boring, where nothing exciting ever happens. Harry dreams of being more than a small-town boy and craves for more, and then in walks a mysterious Louis Tomlinson to turn his life upside-down. Here's to a seventies romance, so much confusion, and some good goddamn music.

This is NOT my work. This story belongs to purpledaisy on Archive Of Our Own. If you would rather read it on ao3, here is the link: archiveofourown.org/works/12329163/chapters/28033731 ~ Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. "I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully." His voice is low and steady and somehow that's worse than when he was yelling. "So far, you've put your sticky fingers on everything I've tried to do." "Sticky fingers?" Louis repeats, offended. "Are you saying it's my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don't go blaming me." "Polk-A-Dot Drive In," Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes. - A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

Louis's life was supposed to be perfect. He was engaged, happy, and recently scored his dream job as an art professor at a university. So then, why can't he stop thinking about the mysterious mute student in his class?

Harry Styles was diagnosed with multiple personality disorder when he was only sixteen. When his mood swings and violent streaks start to harm those around him, Harry's parents reluctantly send him to a mental hospital: Whittingham Asylum. There, he meets detective Tomlinson, who wants to understand the demons that lurk within Whittingham Asylum.

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the "perfect" girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn't realized he didn't actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson. This story is not mine. Domesticharry(Lis) owns this story on ao3. All credits goes to her.

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 Cover made by: whatkooloser

***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