"And love? Have you ever been in love before? Got your heart broken?" "I think... maybe?" "If you have to think, it was not love, Louis. Love is pain. Love is passion. Love is fury. Love is hunger. Heartbreak is the fire that causes a mere singer to transform into an artist. The day you know pain, the day you will feel the burn of getting your heart broken, is the day you will find the answer to your question." or Where Louis is trying to get his heart broken to become a true musician and Harry Styles is the certified heartbreaker of the uni according to Louis' mates.

(Fictional a/b/o Elizabethan era-ish au) Being an omega and the fifth in line for the title, the young lord of Chambriath was forced to believe that being wedded to the man of his father's choice and bearing his children was the only purpose of Harry's existence. It doesn't surprise him when his father, the Duke of Chambriath, announces his betrothal to the alpha Prince of Enshire, William II. Without a word of protest, Harry agrees to the arrangement, too polite to argue or rage his father with a question. He accepts his faith, allowing his life to be handed to a man he is completely unknown to.

"I must say, my prince, there is something divine about royal knots. You put everyone else to shame." "Oh, my pretty precious, your words wound me," Louis pulled the omega closer to his chest, his words mocking against Harry's ears. He kissed Harry's long neck, fingers tangling in his curls before Louis pulled on the locks, tilting the young omega's head as he whispered, "why must you mention those who aren't here and corrupt the moment? You are mine for the night, my precious, and for every remaining night of the summer. I shall take you as I wish and you will accept every second of it." Louis' eyes darkened, pulling his hair tighter as the omega whimpered in pain, "y-yes, alpha." Or Where Louis is the future heir of Maneria, the alpha prince of the four kingdoms, but none of it is anything he has ever asked for. Jostled into duties and roles he must fit into, he finds himself involved with the youngest son of his father's truest companion. A name that is a sin in itself as it rolls off of Louis' tongue in the dark of the night while they hide under the folds of the sheets.

They say when the sun sets, sunflowers face each other. But what if there was no other sunflower to turn to? What if each sunflower had been plucked out, leaving one to its misery, lone and terrified, with no kind of its own, a cruel world in its waiting, the sun never shining again? It dies. A part of Harry died the day his father first raised a fist on him, then another part when his mum passed. A part went along when he slept with his boyfriend for the very first time. He did not say no, he did not say yes either. Then went a part when the fickle thing that hope was crept into him the first day he moved in with his boyfriend Carl, away from his father and the town he despised truly, wishing for a better tomorrow, only to have it torn away from him with broken glasses of a beer bottle piercing his skin the very night because he didn't serve Carl his beer chilled. He died completely when Carl collapsed in front of him, face twisted inhumanely, mouth dripping foam. Or When the weight of the world crushes Harry beneath it, he finds himself rescued by an alpha who ran out of sugar.

"I can't believe I fucked a nineteen year old....twice." "Well, you only fucked my throat the second time." It was a pathetic attempt at consoling the convicted man. Harry sighed and moved closer, scraping the stool until the air filled with its nerve wrecking screech and his toes touched Louis'. "I don't care if you are a tad older." Louis chuckled humourlessly. "Look, I know it can be quite thrilling to have an older person take interest in you when you are younger, but believe me you will regret this when you are older," Louis sighed deeply and looked Harry in the eyes, worry evident in them. "I am sorry if I misled you or some-" "Cut the crap. Don't give me that I-was-drunk-and-it-didn't-mean-anything bullshit. You were very sober when you railed my throat and dumped your load down it, I know for a fact that you enjoyed it just as much." Louis was too stunned to speak, gaping mouth and wide eyes on Harry. Harry took a breath and continued, "Now, listen to me. If you wanna continue this - no strings attached, obviously - you can, and if you don't, then I'll fuck off after a shower." Or Just a short au of cliché sugar baby Harry and sugar daddy Louis to hot wife Harry and rich business man Louis.

Surrounding himself with walls barricading any sort of emotions left within him, Louis finds them starting to crumble down for a certain boy with emerald eyes. But the question that arises is, will this lead to the apocalypse of Tomlinson Enterprises and Louis Tomlinson? Or The one where Louis Tomlinson is the CEO of the biggest business firm in the UK, who also hides behind a mask and rules the world of crime with Zayn and Liam, away from the public eye. Along with his true occupation, Louis also veils his emotions from both the worlds until a mop of curls and a pair of gleeful green eyes unfurl him layer by layer. Started : 6th June 2021 Completed: 25th December 2021 TW: violence, strong language, drug abuse, deaths(not major) and boyxboy smut.