The one where in his travels to find Swan's elusive treasure, Captain Louis Tomlinson of the Black Dagger discovers he has a stowaway onboard-a stowaway who is rather tall and pretty and pouty, and can spout off Shakespearean poetry as though he had written it. A stowaway who is also, unfortunately, secretly Louis' biggest threat. Captain Harry Styles.

[Finished 2024] Harry has had a crush on his work friend Louis for years, but timing has never been right for them. Just when Harry thinks it's finally time for him to confess his love, Louis gets into a relationship that not only ruins Harry's plans, but also Louis' whole life... at least according to Harry. ~~ This is a Mpreg story in which male pregnancy is as common as female pregnancy. If you don't like this kind of story don't read it. You've been warned!

They had it all. Reasonable flat, reasonable money, (somewhat) reasonable friends and love beyond all reason. They were perfect. Louis thought.

"Let's enjoy each others' company. You're fit; you're young; you're a bloody doctor. You've got everything going for you." There's a moment of hesitation before Louis plants a gentle kiss atop Harry's head. "I'll be whatever you want me to be as long as we're having fun, yeah?" ----- Drunk, loose, and excited on the first night of his two-week-long cruise, Doctor Harry Styles finds himself with a little extra company on what has turned out to be a lonely experience. Louis, the pilot who helped fly him across the Atlantic, is the object of his fling. Thus begins an adventure filled with laughter, sun, and trauma rearing its ugly head. Deadline on their companionship, the pair commit to enjoying their time - and Harry, the screw-up he is, can't help but lose himself in the fantasy. Content Warnings: Anxiety, Trichotillomania (an Anxiety/OCD disorder), PTSD, negative self-talk, thoughts/conversations about dying, grief, COVID, homophobia, drinking, past character death, vomiting

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

Louis is a spoilt rich kid who's always on the phone while he drives and Harry is a struggling musician making his way down the mountain. It's just a matter of time before they crash and burn.

Charlesden is home of everything boring, where nothing exciting ever happens. Harry dreams of being more than a small-town boy and craves for more, and then in walks a mysterious Louis Tomlinson to turn his life upside-down. Here's to a seventies romance, so much confusion, and some good goddamn music.

Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake. It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn’t it? It's not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn't really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It's not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he's good at distractions. ------------------------------------ It's a story from Archive of our own! All credit goes to suicxne! :) Hope you enjoy!  

"She wants us to move in with her and - and her kids, of course." Louis blinks harder. "Wait - what?!" He can't fathom it. They've only been dating for five months or summat. "And you agreed to this?! Without even running it by me?!" "Yes," Troy sighs, eyes wide and apologetic, stature provocatively calm in contrast to Louis' jittery one, "and I knew you'd have a reaction like this one, but there's really nothing I can tell you other than... well, that I've said yes already and since you're only fifteen you're coming with me. And... that I'm sorry to uproot you like this, lad. But... yeah. I don't know what more to say." "Wait," Louis can't hardly breathe, "wait - hang on, does - does this mean that-" His dad nods. "Yes. We're moving to Holmes Chapel." or Fifteen-year-old Louis Tomlinson gets reluctantly uprooted from his Doncaster-life when his dad decides to move in with his new girlfriend Anne and her two kids. Speaking of the kids, one of them is this curly-haired bloke who's just a little too pretty for both his own and Louis' good.