This is an alternative universe One Direction story where people don't die around them and where they weren't closeted. No stunt dating, no breakups, no drama. Instead, they agree to make a reality show after the band goes on hiatus.

Harry Edward Styles Loved Son and Brother 02/01/1994 - 11/23/2014 Forever In Our Hearts A Larry Stylinson Fanfic. WARNING: Story Contains Of Self Harm, Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, As Well As Eating Disorders Copyright. 2014 -2015

» 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 « it's 2021 and Larry hasn't been confirmed yet. The fans are still waiting and the management is still pushing to cover all up. Harry and Louis had been married for about 7 years now. They got used to being a secret. But everything changes when Harry does something he shouldn't have done. ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ: I'm well aware that 2021 worldwide reality was far from normal. I know there were a lot of countries under lockdown and people wore facemasks. But I wrote this on september 2020 and I was naive enough to think covid-19 would be over the following year. So you're about to read a fiction of 2021 where it shows the world as we used to know it back in 2019. Where everything was back to normal. 🦋 Oᴄᴛ. 2020

{ Discontinued } Harry and Liam are "troublemaker". They don't listen to their parents, start fights in school -if they decide to go-, smoke, drink and get tattoos without their parents agreeing. At one point both parents have enough and decide to send them to a boarding school -Birmingham Disciplinary School for Male. Soon the two boys find out that this isn't a normal school and -especially- Harry wants to leave. Their parents obviously didn't know what this school is really about, right? Right?! - Contains BDSM relationships and such Highest Rankings: #23 in larry #4 in toplouis #7 in bottomharry #1 in domlouis #1 in subharry

issalou: it's so funny how louis used to be harry's biggest fan and now they're dating harrystyles: @issalou what do you mean "used to be"?? he still is!! started: april 4, 2019 completed: july 17, 2020 under went editing: february 6, 2025

Self- isolation due to the corona virus has been really difficult for everyone in the world. A new situation to which we all have to adapt in the best way possible. Harry Styles is isolating with his husband Louis Tomlinson. But what will they come up with to distract themselves in the next few weeks?

***AVAILABLE AS KINDLE OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON*** good with words; in minds, on lips, on tongues, in pages. 1982 Louis is a writer living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Harry is a figure of colors, curls, and dimples and a thousand words Louis never anticipated writing, a thousand things he never anticipated feeling. highest ranking: 🥇no.1 in #larrystylinson no.1 in #larryfics

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.

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the "perfect" girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn't realized he didn't actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson. This story is not mine. Domesticharry(Lis) owns this story on ao3. All credits goes to her.

Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.