"Do you have to sleep in my bed though?" He couldn't help but ask. "Lou-" Harry groaned. "Sorry, sorry. It's just a little weird..." "Because you're making it weird!" " 'Cause it fucking is! Christ- you got off in front of me!" Louis panicked. Forcing himself up, Harry frowned at Louis like an angry cat disrupted from his nap, "Louis please! Drop it. I wanna sleep." "Okay okay," He whispered, sliding into bed with the boy, "It's dropped." Louis promised. 💿.°˖🏈*✮🖇 It's the 90s, which means there's no such thing as being gay if you want a normal life. Louis sure as hell isn't gay. He didn't think anyone else he knew was either, that is until his best friend made out with him while drunk at a party... Just because Louis didn't hate it, doesn't change anything. Or Louis isn't gay, but his boyfriend is. !toplinson !homophobic, yet gay at the same time ✩ Highest rankings: ✩ #1 hbottom #1 harryandlouis #1 larryau #4 louistomlinson

Harry is a fashion diva with a toxic ex and Louis is a tortured writer with trust issues. They both hate each other at first but as always Captain Niall, alcohol and a 'shut up' 'make me' scene can fix everything. read the warnings and enjoy bitch <33 Top Rankings #1 larryfanfiction #1 fanfictiononedirection #1 larrylove #1 ls #1 ziammayne #1 harrybottoms #2 larryfluff #2 larryau

Harry Styles hat gelernt, dass Kontrolle Sicherheit bedeutet. Als Leiter für Finanzen und Investments beim Larkbridge Thorne Football Club hält er den traditionsreichen Verein zusammen - strukturiert, professionell und immer mit genügend Abstand zu anderen Menschen. Dann verpflichtet der LTFC Louis Tomlinson. Louis ist laut, impulsiv und genau die Art von Spieler, die Harry aus dem Konzept bringt. Auf dem Platz begeistert er Fans und Mannschaft, abseits davon sorgt er für Chaos - in der Kabine, in den Medien und zunehmend auch in Harrys Kopf. Zwischen Sponsoren, Pressearbeit und einer Saison voller Erwartungen geraten die beiden immer wieder aneinander. Bis aus scharfzüngigen Diskussionen plötzlich etwas wird, das keiner von ihnen kommen sah. Denn manche Dinge lassen sich nicht planen. Schon gar nicht Gefühle.

"Either this whole thing would end up with Harry ruining his own reputation for good, or ending with Harry questioning his sexuality. And god, Louis hoped it would ruin Harry's reputation permanently, but if Harry ended up feeling a little confused for getting a boner while snogging a man... well, Louis might as well get a good fuck out of it." OR Actor and entrepreneur, Harry Styles, recently came under fire for homophobic comments. He overcorrected with a lie, telling the world he has a serious boyfriend, when in actuality he's straight. Louis Tomlinson, pretty much unknown model, is Harry's PR fiancé who is going to make it his mission to make Harry suffer.

Louis hätte niemals gedacht, dass er sich ausgerechnet auf eine Fakebeziehung einlassen würde. Vor allem nicht mit einem völlig fremden Typen. Eigentlich beginnt alles nur mit einem Deal: Harry braucht dringend jemanden, der ihn zu mehreren Veranstaltungen begleitet - inklusive der Hochzeit seines Exfreundes. Louis ist neugierig. Und wer sagt schon Nein zu leicht verdientem Geld? Überzeugend genug zusammen aussehen können sie überraschenderweise auch. Was also schon schiefgehen?

Eishockey ist hart. Gefühle manchmal noch härter.

Harry can't get into the hospital to stay with his best friend unless he's related to a patient. That leads him to proposing to strangers in a hospital cafe, which also leads to begging for a blue eyed strangers' hand in marriage. Louis only agrees because his mum is dying and she always wanted him to get married before she passed, and this will make her happy. It maybe goes a little too far...

I weren't expectin' much when I walked into that loo, just a quick wee before headin' back to the other contestants. But then there he was - curly-haired, green-eyed, brushin' his teeth like he didn't have a care in the world. Harry. Didn't know then that meetin' him would change everythin'. We both got kicked outta The X Factor Bootcamp on our own, but fate - or one of the judges - decided we weren't done yet. Next thing we know, we're in a band with three other lads, and just like that, everythin' goes from ordinary to absolutely mental. Screamin' crowds, cameras in our faces, managers tellin' us what to say, what to do, who to be. And then there's him. From the very start, there's somethin' pullin' me to him, somethin' I can't quite put me finger on. We just get each other. It's easy with him. Too easy. But I've got a girlfriend back home - Hannah - and whatever this is, it ain't meant to be, right? Not when we're bein' watched every second of the day, not when our whole lives are mapped out before we even get a say. But feelings don't just disappear 'cause they're inconvenient. And some things - some things are louder than words. ••• Hey guys! Welcome to my story ‚Louder Than Words' :) I just wanted to ask you to bear with me - English isn't my first language, but I'm doing my best to do Louis and Harry's story justice. This story is written from Louis' perspective, and I'm trying to stay true to his character and Doncaster dialect. Of course, I might not always get it spot on, but I'm always open to your thoughts and suggestions! Other than that, I'm not one for long intros, so I'll just say - enjoy the read! I hope you like it. This is my version of their story, with some parallels to reality. I'm not implying that any of this actually happened - this is purely a work of fiction.

Louis Tomlinson und Harry Styles - zwei Namen, die an der Hall Cross Academy in Doncaster unweigerlich für Drama sorgten. Oder besser gesagt: Louis sorgte für Drama. Seit ihrem ersten Treffen hatte er es sich nämlich zur persönlichen Mission gemacht, Harry aus der Reserve zu locken - mit bissigen Kommentaren, provozierenden Blicken und jedem Trick, der ihm einfiel. Harry hingegen? Der ignorierte ihn einfach. Tat so, als wäre Louis ihm völlig egal. Doch als das jährliche Schulmusical Grease anstand und ausgerechnet Harry die Hauptrolle des Danny Zuko bekam, während Louis sich mit der Zweitbesetzung zufriedengeben musste, eskalierte ihre Fehde endgültig. Plötzlich schoss Harry zurück. Er konterte Louis' Sticheleien, speiste ihn nicht mehr mit einem überheblichen Lächeln ab - und bald gab es keinen Moment mehr, in dem sie nicht aneinandergerieten. Worte wurden schärfer, Blicke giftiger, Berührungen ruppiger. Jeder Zusammenstoß zwischen ihnen knisterte vor Spannung - vor Wut, vor Frustration, vor etwas, das keiner von ihnen benennen wollte. Und irgendwann brannte ihre Feindschaft so heiß, dass es kaum noch einen Unterschied machte, ob sie sich an die Kehle oder an die Klamotten gingen. Es hätte ein einziger Ausrutscher sein sollen. Ein dummer, wutgeladener Fehler. Doch einmal war nicht genug. Jedes Mal, wenn sie sich wieder aufeinanderstürzten, verschwammen die Grenzen zwischen Hass und Verlangen ein Stück mehr. Doch was würde passieren, wenn es nicht mehr nur um Lust ging? Wenn der Hass nicht mehr als Schutzschild diente - sondern als Lüge? •Diese Geschichte ist reine Fiktion• © all rights reserved

Bookstagrammers Louis and Harry review books online, providing their honest feedback about their recent reads. Somehow, they both end up reading the same books. Their reviews and opinions are always polar opposites. With overlapping followers, they enter into a rival, causing them to be enemies in the book review world. The kicker - they meet in real life, not knowing the other is their online nemesis.