This is NOT my story all credits go to dolce_piccante on ao3 - In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in u...
Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cov...
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more." Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life? (A Larry Stylinson fanfic based on the notebook) (a bit)
Louis tried. He really did. He tried so hard to only love him as a friend but he couldn't do it. Not when Harry was so much more than a platonic 'mate'. Just because of that it cut so deeply when Harry had to rest everything on these three words. A Larry Stylinson fanfiction. mature because: language mostly because...
~You know how to ball, I know Aristotle~ "I guess when I'm with you for some time you tend to make me forget how fucked up the world is." In which Louis has an amazing friend group and a very big crush on Harry and asks him out every day. And every day, Harry rejects. Or: A larry boarding school fic based on jily an...
"You don't want to have the taste of how good it is when you know you will never be able to have it." It was only meant to be a one night thing, but when the country goes into lockdown, Louis Tomlinson finds himself stuck in windsor castle, in company of his royal fucking highness, Harry, the prince of England.
THIS IS NOT MY WORK. ALL CREDITS GO TO isthatyoularry ON A03!! 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...