Revenge. A beautiful thing, isn't it? Louis wants nothing more than to get revenge for that awful thing that happened two years ago. But he can't, because the boy is gone. Except Louis figures out he's not gone at all, when he shows up as a new student at his college. Louis has one thing set straight: he's going to ruin Harry Styles' life. And maybe figure out why he did what he did along the way. In this story of sarcasm, raging parties, bad drama performances and secrets, Louis sees himself finding one thing stronger than his hate- His love.

Note to self: next time you go on a field trip to another country with a uni class, DO NOT miss your flight with the one person that annoys you the most. Or, Louis and Harry miss their flight and are stuck in Greece without money, phone battery or food. And they absolutely totally cannot stand each other... in the beginning. OR, a fic based on the lyrics of Keep Driving that I wrote about two years ago but I love it so much that I decided to rewrite it, add some scenes and make it longer. I call this: keep driving (ten minute version)

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

••complete 2016•• harry has an abusive boyfriend and louis moves next door

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

25 years. First degree murder. Louis is sent to the worst prison in England, Wakefield. Angry. Depressed. Scared. WARNINGS: Scenes with attempted rape. Suicide thoughts. Mentioning of drugs. Murder.

"You don't want to have the taste of how good it is when you know you will never be able to have it." It was only meant to be a one night thing, but when the country goes into lockdown, Louis Tomlinson finds himself stuck in windsor castle, in company of his royal fucking highness, Harry, the prince of England.

[Larry Stylinson | Mystery] "You're just...you're someone unforgettable. Like a song you really want to get out of your head, but you can't so you stop trying and just sing along with the song. You're sticky, not like you you, but the idea of you just sticks to my brain." Where Louis' best friend dies and he relies on the help of a disorganized detective to figure out who did it. However, is Louis possibly the killer? Could he have killed someone and not even realized it? There's only one person who can get the job done: Detective Harry Styles. --- Copyright © 2015 MaddsLeigh. All rights reserved.

"Stop," Harry whispered as the smaller man in front of him placed his soft delicate hands on either side of his head. Harry whimpered as he felt another body press his own. "Never..," there was a smirk in the older, shorter man's face, it made Harry's body tremble in delight. He knew it was wrong, he knew that if his family found out about this, they won't hesitate to lock him up. But he couldn't stop himself. Before he could drown himself in his own thoughts, the smaller man placed his chapped yet warm lips on Harry's. He moaned and visibly shivered causing the older man to chuckle. "L-Louis...," Harry moaned. Fuck! Weren't they supposed to be rivals?