Questa è la storia di Thomas Reed il giornalista che vive di sogni e di Jackson James Turner, il fotografo che nei sogni non ci crede più. Questa è la storia di Zack Miller, l'artista che non ha paura dei suoi demoni rossi, e di Logan Evans, quello che combatte. Sempre. Questa è la storia di Noah Hall, quello che cerca il suo posto nel mondo. Quello giusto. Questa è una storia d'amore. E che sia soltanto per amore, per nessun altro motivo.

Harry Styles is 19 years old and the best boxer of his generation - celebrated, feared, idolized. Everyone knows his name, everyone wants to be like him. But behind the fame lies a secret: to finish his high school education, Harry is living a double life. As "Edward," a shy, unremarkable student with glasses, he quietly attends Eastbrook High. No one knows who he really is - and that's exactly how he wants it. Until Louis Tomlinson shows up. Louis is the new kid at school - smart, stubborn, with strong opinions: he despises shallow fame and especially Harry Styles, "that arrogant guy from TV," as he calls him. But from the very first moment, he feels drawn to "Edward." What begins as a quiet spark between two outsiders quickly turns into a dangerous game of truth and deception. Because the closer Edward and Louis get, the harder it becomes for Harry to hide who he really is. And when Louis's own past catches up with him, they suddenly find themselves in the ring - not with fists, but with feelings that hit harder than any punch.

It's Louis' first year at Manchester United's football academy, and he's dead set on doing it right. With Harry by his side, the world is there for the taking. Playing for the Under-21's team, the path to becoming the next star of the Premier League is clear. He didn't expect to have to deal with a new coach, missing his friends, and a homophobic teammate making his life that much worse. Hiding his relationship with Harry seems like a good plan until it doesn't, and handling things in general doesn't seem to be his thing. Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely love each other, and football still is everything. (Maybe it shouldn't be.)

NOT MY STORY - written by @isthatyoularry on Ao3 (this is for the ppl who don't have access) Summary: It's Louis' Senior Year, and he's dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he's also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies "with benefits" was not exactly his plan. Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren't friends, and football is everything.

How come falling in love with the person he hated most was so easy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? How could he stand there on the pavement, gorgeous and beautiful, and make Harry fall back into a swirl of desire, when fifteen minutes ago he made his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bash his face into bits. The problem was that more than that, he wanted to kiss him. Between the two options, he would instantaneously choose the second. A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view. ------ Harry's POV of Unbelievers disclaimer: this is not by work, the work is by @isthatyoularry on ao3! ⚠️ ALL CREDITS GO TO ISTHATYOULARRY!!! ⚠️ please check out all of their works and support them by reading their fics on ao3!! Best ranking #2 on Bloodsport #2 on Unbelievers

Quando si è famosi, ci si deve aspettare di veder la propria vita privata sfasciarsi lentamente, rubata da scatti presi per strada o articoli pronti a giurare anche le cose più strane sul tuo conto. Tutti, appoggiandosi al fatto che si parla di un personaggio pubblico, sentono di poter mettere bocca su tutto: Louis sa, di saperlo, e lo sapeva anche quando aveva iniziato a cantare. Sono cose che se dimentichi, sei finito. Ma non si aspettava, tra tutte le cose possibili, che il ragazzo che stava frequentando si rivelasse un giornalista, pronto a vendere la storia della sua vita al miglior offerente. E nel bel mezzo, fargli outing. Louis è confuso, si sente privato di qualcosa, forse del diritto di parlare di lui senza che la gente possa infilarci altre parole sopra, forse del diritto di parlare e basta. Pensava di avere tempo, e invece no. Tutti ne parlano, e non sanno nemmeno la metà di quello che c'è dietro; e Louis non ce la fa, e quando non ce la fa scappa. Scappa così lontano da rispolverare doti da pianista che aveva messo da parte per l'amore di cantare, finendo (come non lo sa, ci ha pensato Liam) a fare da piano bar in un hotel così lontano e frequentato da gente così diversa dal suo target di azione, che quasi nessuno sa chi sia. E invece che affrontare il mondo, il pubblico, il giudizio e il processo legale per quello che ha subito, Louis si isola, e si permette di respirare. Al fianco di qualcuno che gli regala braccialetti di gomma e non ha idea di chi sia. Oppure, dove Harry è il cuoco dell'hotel di sua madre e non ha mai avuto un buon motivo per lasciare tutto e aprire un locale a Londra, e si ritrova un paio di occhi azzurri, che chissà perché sembrano confusi e spaventati, che gli chiedono gentilmente se ha un altro bracciale arcobaleno da potergli dare.

Harry Styles has never been good at sports and never cared for them but every Saturday he finds himself watching the towns star soccer player, Louis Tomlinson, dominate the field. Sure, Harry would also love it if Louis dominated him in bed but he really did feel something towards the older man. He didn't know what was harder: trying to keep up with the rules of soccer or trying to get Louis's attention. Harry soon finds himself trying to learn the sport of love in order to win the older mans heart. All Rights Reserved To: @longhairedirwin. Copyright ©️

Louis' tipsy brain decided that a four-week couples therapy retreat sounded like the perfect holiday idea. Minor issue: he didn't have a boyfriend. Enter Harry, add one unhinged therapist and too much sexual tension... and somehow, it actually works out.

@1dfannnnxx wanted me to write a Christmas Special and here it is. Louis started a job as an Elf at a shopping mall in December. He was sad to be away from his family but he really needed the money. He has hoped that he would get to be Santa but some other dude was already dressed up as Santa when he came to work on his first day and introduced himself as Harry. At least he didn't have to be Rudolph's ass like that poor guy Zayn, stuck behind someone named Liam all day. A guy named Niall was also an Elf and then there was Anna, or Mrs. Clause as she often pointed out, especially after Harry removed his fake beard at lunchtime and they could see how good-looking he was. Louis noticed too and all of a sudden his gloomy Christmas became exciting and wonderful and just a magical time to fall in love. Purely fictional!

Louis loved being manhandled, he loved being pressed against a mattress and getting fucked hard. He loved being fucked against a wall and Louis loved being spanked. Louis loved being carried and taking bubble baths, he loved wearing pretty lace panties and he absolutely adored being called kitten and princess. Louis loved all of these things, he just didn't know it yet. And what better person was there to teach him then, Harry Styles? Louis' a little interested in writing and Harry's very interested in Louis. They're just trying to make things work. Or the one where Louis gets lessons about sex from, Harry Styles, a man who doesn't know how to love.