don't mind me I'm just bringing back YEARNING 💜 - in which Louis' dad is too keen on getting him a job and accidentally totally ruins Louis' life with that, and Harry Styles is a fucking annoying shit-talking dickhead, too arrogant for being averagely talented and definitely not Louis' type. or, in which Louis' dad owns the Management Company that Harry Styles is signed to, and he makes him keep an eye on the rebellious young singer. - for all the feisty sarcastic girls and gays who sometimes just want to be fucked by a rich hot rockstar.

» 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 « ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴏɴ ᴀs ᴋɪɴᴅʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀʙᴀᴄᴋ [ 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘰 ] _________________ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍɪᴄᴀᴇʟᴀ ʟᴏᴘᴇᴢ. [ ɪɢ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: @micaelablopez ] Louis is a student at the National Dance Academy on his last year before graduation. He is the best dancer there is, and he fucking knows it. Louis thinks he has his future bought. He thinks he is going to be the main male dancer every time he wants to. But suddenly, things don't go as expected when his ballet teacher change, having now Mr. Styles as his replacement. Harry Styles isn't like the old teacher, he applies new rules, and Louis surely doesn't like them. Louis thinks Mr. Styles has something against him, but what Louis doesn't know is that this teacher would actually be his only way to succeed. This story contains: - Smut. - Possible triggers. Fᴇʙ. 2021

[completed] Love doesn't come easy. Never has. But lust? Lust slips in like smoke, like second nature. And Harry Styles has never been one to resist. At London's most infamous underground club-he finds himself drawn to the boy with blue eyes and a mouth made for trouble. A game begins. A chase. A pull neither of them can shake. What starts with a glance might just ruin them both. Or maybe, for once, it'll make them whole.

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 Cover made by: whatkooloser

"Run away from me while you can." The alpha above whispers, his hot minty breathe warming Louis' temple who only looks up defiantly, "What if I don't want too?" "I'm not a nice man, Louis." "Who said I'm asking you to be one." "I'm not what you want, trust me on that, omega." Or The fic inspired by 50 shades of Grey.

(Co-Written with Doggynikki97 aka Nicole aka BooBear :3) *This is what Nicole and I do when we're bored. We started this back in early spring and we have enough written already to make this story like... 70 chapters long. Rough Estimate. I don't see an ending in sight. Hope you all like it. x* Harry is the alpha that everyone in town knows the name of and is terrified of. He has the typical bad ass reputation of hooking up with anyone that has legs, boy or girl, beta or omega. He is dangerous, not afraid to throw a punch and always finds himself in a fight or mixed up in some sort of trouble. But he has his best friend Zayn and that's all he cares about. Louis is the omega that isn't ashamed of who he is though he is tired of being treated as a lesser being. Everyone he meets tries to push him around or glares at him like he's a piece of meat and he hates it. He just wants to find an alpha that cares for him and won't be completely dominating over him. They may not seem like the perfect fit, but they don't care. They meet casually, and while Louis hates Liam for dragging him to that bar that night, Liam probably hates Louis more for getting involved with someone as dangerous as Harry. But Louis gets to know the real person that Harry Styles is, and it's not the bad guy he's made out to be. And Harry quickly becomes just as fond of Louis, the omega becoming his one weakness. It isn't going to be easy, but it's worth it. Who cares what people say. They may think that they know what they're saying, but in reality, they don't know anything at all...

Standing in the center of the gym, arms crossed and an intimidating look on his face, is Coach Styles. But Louis' stomach drops, because Coach Styles isn't just similar to Mr. Styles. He looks exactly like him. Louis stares, dumbfounded, as Coach Styles surveys the room with a commanding presence. His dark brown hair is shorter and neater than Harry's, but it still has the same wave to it. His jawline is equally sharp, his build even broader, but it's the face-the face that's so identical to Mr. Styles'-that makes Louis' brain short-circuit. "No," Louis mutters under his breath. "No way." Jade looks at him curiously. "What's wrong with you?" "That's-" Louis sputters, pointing at the man in the middle of the gym. "That's Harry Styles. It's him." Jade raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Uh, no, genius. That's Coach Styles. And I hate to break it to you, but he's not your sultry psychology teacher." "They're twins," Louis whispers harshly, as if saying it out loud might make it worse. "They're bloody twins." Or, the one where Louis wants the Styles twins and the Styles twins want Louis but fate had to mess up and make them his teachers instead.

❝Don't ever try to get near me! I don't wanna see you.❞ Harry had slurred in his face looking him in the eye. ❝I-I don't understand,❞ Louis managed to say his voice low, pushing a little from the wall holding his left arm with his right hand. ❝What don't you understand? I. DON'T. WANT. YOU!❞ • An AU where Louis finds himself in a marriage he didn't bargain for. Highest Ranking: #1 in TopHarry [COMPLETE AT 33.4K]

Louis hates Harry, which is fine because he would really rather prefer to avoid him at all costs. The only problem? They're soulmates.

"I don't understand." "Then let Daddy teach you." [Italian translation available]