You'd be surprised how much you can have in common with someone completely different from you. Or Louis is a quiet and shy famous football player who has a secret obsession with fish and Harry is a photographer who talks enough for the both of them.

Harry stood there in the moonlight with his arms wrapped around Louis as the older lad swayed them in front of the building’s door, not sure what to say to him, how to explain himself. But at the same time all Harry could think was that friends don’t do this, two people working together can’t do this. At this point though he couldn’t care less about what he was told he couldn’t do. So before he let go of the man in his arms and without thinking he dipped his head and gently pressed his lips to Louis’ cheek, making the older lad freeze before he grinned softly to himself. “Goodnight Lou.” And before Louis could mutter anything back, before he could ask another question Harry released himself out of Louis' grip and walked towards the door of his building, but not without hearing a quiet “goodnight Haz” behind him. Or Harry Styles. It was a name everyone knew, a person the public loved. But he had one impossible task. Write and record his third album in a month. This is where Louis Tomlinson comes in. He wasn’t famous, not by any means. But this songwriter was going to make Harry's album possible. That is if fans, the media and falling in love don’t get in the way first.

Larry Stylinson Story (Completed) This is a story where a ballerina meets a fucked up quarterback. Rated R: language, drugs, violence, and sexual content Enjoy ;) (credit to the manip: larryspineapples)

Harry just transferred to a new university and he's trying his best to fit in and make friends. As he struggles to come to terms with his sexuality, he develops a crush on Louis, a super flamboyant acting student and the president of the school's LGBT fraternity. While Harry keeps his eyes on Louis from a far, Lou quickly begins to notice the younger boy's attraction to him and makes some daring moves of his own. Does this push Harry over the edge, or does he give into his desires? Starring.... Niall as Harry's roommate & Ziam as Lou's housemates Cover credits to the lovely @SullenFairy - check out her profile for great conent! HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in #Bicurious #3 in #DiscoveringYourself #25 in #AnorexiaRecovery

Louis had succeeded in killing himself once, all be it for three minutes, the best three minutes of his life. But after that, he can't seem to die, most people call him lucky, he doesn't think he is. He joined the police to put his some what immortality you use, all the while trying to find his heaven, but then he thinks he may have just found it in the boy with hard, cold eyes that's hair curls and he just so happens to be sat on Louis bench.

Harry is the receptionist at a New York Fashion magazine, and is getting tired with the predictable day, Louis is the chief editor and Harry may have a borderline stalking crush on him. Liam is the accountant that’s much too puppy like to harass people into money, Zayn is the model that just wants to become the design artist, and Niall eats more food than he sells.

Louis is depressed, Harry wears flowers in his hair and works on a flower stall and gives Louis flowers with meanings. Louis knows the meaning behind flowers, and he finally smiles.

"You're still seeing in black and white?" Liam said, no longer beating around the bush. "Yeah, but maybe there's some kind of problem, you know?" "The problem is that you're still with Eleanor even though you know she sees colors." "But maybe there's just a problem with me and I'm never going to be able to see colors and she is my soulmate. Maybe there's just something wrong with me." I tried to argue but we both know that that's not true. Soulmates and colors are almost an exact science, there can't be anything wrong. The colors don't make mistakes. "Do you see colors with Eleanor?" He asked, already knowing the answer. "No..." I answered after thinking about it for a second. I don't know why I thought about it. It never changed. "Then she's not your soulmate." He said matter-of-factly. "Okay, then who the hell is? Who's my soulmate and why haven't I met her already?"

This story is by harrystylesandstuff on AO3. All credits on this stories belong to them. Check them out: https://archiveofourown.org/users/harrystylesandstuff/pseuds/harrystylesandstuff The last thing Harry wanted was to spend his entire summer stuck with his dad's new fiancée and her kids. He wants no more when he learns she's a very religious dictator, raising a sixteen year old nun and a clean cut potential priest ass kisser. Everything takes a slightly different turn, however, when Harry finds out his future step-brother is actually the rude stranger he caught sucking off a guy in a pub, far from the reserved Christian his mom thinks he is... AU where Harry is a sexy nerd, Louis is a great actor, and they both pretend to hate each other's guts to convince themselves they're not feeling things future step-brothers shouldn't feel...

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction