His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip. His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ❝My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain.❞ • Pirate AU Highest Ranking: #16 - bottomlouis [COMPLETE AT 87.4k]

Soft heats make omega Louis clingy. Alpha Harry comforts him. (a/b/o dynamics, friends to lovers, falling in love, cuddling)

Louis Tomlinson. A normal name of a normal guy. You'd think that, but it's far from the truth. Louis is the leader of the most wanted Gang in the United Kingdom. Whenever people hear the name 'Black Devils' their blood freezes in their veins. They deal with drugs, they kill people, they don't give a shit about the law. Harry Styles is a successful detective. He has a remarkable resume and an amazing arrest count. But there is one person he had never managed to catch. One person he is chasing for two years now. All he knows is his name and that he is the leader of the most dangerous Gang in the UK. He has never seen him nor knows anything about him because Louis Tomlinson is a master of deception. Actually no one knows who that guy is but wherever he appears he leaves death and desolation. It is Harry's job to find him- and to bring him down. Louis narrowly escapes from the police on his latest job. They get closer to him with each time and he has no idea why and how. He needs to do something. To his luck he has an incredible selection of resources, so when he stumbles over the name Harry Styles- better known as the man who is chasing him for a while now- and does a bit of research only to find out that they have the same preferences, he decides to play a game with fire.

Harry runs the police station's K-9 unit and Louis is a single father to a newborn and has a few things to figure out. Or Harry and Louis with puppies and babies

Louis has always been an outcast. Now he goes to high school. He has always had feelings for none other than Harry Styles, the school's most popular guy, who gets all the girls and is the team captain of the school's football team. Harry on the other hand, has never paid attention to Louis, barely knows he goes to his school. But what will happen when Louis is forced to go to a party? Will Louis finally get Harry's attention, or will Harry never know who the feathery haired boy is? Highest Rankings: #1 in Larry 21/5-21 #1 in Tomlinson 25/10-20 #1 in Stylinson 22/5-21 #1 in Louis 19/4 -22 #4 in Styles 22/12-20 #7 in Larrystylinson 21/5-21 #338 in Fanfiction

"Um...can I sit here? Pwease," the four year old harry asks. "This seat is taken," the six year old louis lies. - all rights reserved © softiesharry 2020

in which harry notices louis sitting alone at a table with tears in his eyes and brings him a pumpkin spice latte after his shift. lowercase intended!

"You're still seeing in black and white?" Liam said, no longer beating around the bush. "Yeah, but maybe there's some kind of problem, you know?" "The problem is that you're still with Eleanor even though you know she sees colors." "But maybe there's just a problem with me and I'm never going to be able to see colors and she is my soulmate. Maybe there's just something wrong with me." I tried to argue but we both know that that's not true. Soulmates and colors are almost an exact science, there can't be anything wrong. The colors don't make mistakes. "Do you see colors with Eleanor?" He asked, already knowing the answer. "No..." I answered after thinking about it for a second. I don't know why I thought about it. It never changed. "Then she's not your soulmate." He said matter-of-factly. "Okay, then who the hell is? Who's my soulmate and why haven't I met her already?"

They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy's face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips. "Hi," he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. "Sorry. Is this okay?" The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis' waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, "Definitely." And then he kissed harder. (When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.) INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

where harry is a hairdresser and louis is his client ♡