This is NOT my story all credits go to dolce_piccante on ao3 - In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for. - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4034197/chapters/9071932

*Story contains mature and explicit content* "Something wrong sweetheart ?" Harry's cocky tone only makes my blood boil more, and I don't even think before I throw my knife to his head. Of course he dodges it easily, and he quickly pulls it out of the wall and throws it right back to my face. Thankfully Zayn and his magical fucking reflexes catch it a few inches away from my head, and Harry smiles, dimples out on display, looking pretty fucking satisfied that he succeeded whatever he wanted to do. Did the fucker just try to stab me in the eye right now ? "You fucking piece of shi-" I start yelling but Zayn is quick to snap his hand to my mouth to shut me up, growling into my ear and roughly pulling me back until I'm pressed against his chest. "Shut the fuck up you dumbass ! Are you trying to get us all killed ??" he pulls his hand away and spins me around abruptly before he shoves me towards the door. "Out. Now." **** Or the one where Louis and Harry kind of hate but kind of like each other, and have to work together when their friends disappear... and then everything changes. **** Reminder: this is simply a work of fiction, this story is in no way meant to represent anyone's actual life nor does it represent my thoughts on the people whose names I use.

"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.

Harry starts uni studying photography and meets Niall when they become roommates. Harry keeps bumping into the same group of people around campus but doesn't know any of their names. For his first project they have to pick a local sports team or one of their uni's sports teams to photograph and create a portfolio of. Harry decides he's going to pick the uni's soccer team so he can finally find out the name of one of their players and can stop referring to him as 'number 17' who he also finds out is the teams captain or 'the short guy.' What happens when he learns his name and his friends names and they all start becoming friends with each other? Will something bloom between Harry and the soccer teams captain?

Green eyes meet blue ones in a Starbucks bathroom during Coachella weekend. { Larry Stylinson Fanfiction } { Short Story AU } | Mature Language | | Sexual Themes | Copyright midnightintheam © 2016 -- All Rights Reserved Published: May 19, 2016 Finished: July 28, 2016

"FUCKING HARRY STYLES! And no, that is not a to-do list. It's an adequate description of the most annoyingly self-indulgent human being, Louis Tomlinson has ever met, and those were his first thoughts when he laid eyes on the guy." All in all, this makes for a pretty unbearable situation when an unlucky coincidence, a need for good publicity and a whole lot of rumors results in a pretend friendship - or whatever one would call the relationship between Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles.

Not my story - written by dolce_piccante on Ao3

Not my story - written by dolce_piccante on Ao3 Summary: AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face. Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction. Never happened, not real, no offense is intended. Absolutely does not reflect upon the real life people mentioned in this fictional story. No profit is being made from this work. The story, and its characters, belong to me. Please do not repost anywhere and do not print/distribute. Please do not translate my story, as I am not authorizing translations at this time. This is all meant to be just silly fun. For serious publishing inquiries, please comment with contact information.