Louis could feel Harry behind him, the hot breath on his neck and the soft hands upon his waist. "You know I do more than tutor, don't you?" Harry whispered softly in his ear. The butterflies in Louis' stomach erupted, but before he could say anything, Harry had him pinned against the wall. Louis smiled when Harry kissed him, and wrapped his hand around the back of Harry's beautiful curls, pulling him in tighter. This felt right. Perfect, in fact. But no one could know... No one could ever know. * * * * * * * * * * * * Louis is the high school jock and the most popular kid in school with a big secret - he's gay. Despite his popularity, Louis feels empty inside. Loneliness consumes him, and Harry - his tutor that he's liked since day one- is the only thing that'll fill that void. Harry is a humble soft boy who knows more about romance than he let on. He tutors Louis multiple times a week and starts out blissfully unaware of Louis' feelings for him. However, he quickly develops feelings of his own and has a hard time hiding them from Louis. As their feelings for one another turn from a spark of interest into a flaming fire of passionate love, it becomes a constant struggle to keep their romance a secret. * * * * * * * * * * * * [Complete] First started: Nov. 5, 2020 First 1,000 reads: Nov. 6, 2020 First 10,000 reads: Nov. 11, 2020 First 50,000 reads: Dec. 5, 2020 Top Ranks: #1 in stylinson #4 in louistomlinson #1 in niallhoran #1 in larrystylinson #1 in louisandharry #1 in 1Dlove #2 in louis

A World Cup. Millions of eyes. Two lives under unbearable pressure. Louis is 21-ambitious, driven, and carrying the weight of leadership on his shoulders. On the pitch, he is exactly who the world expects him to be. Off it, he longs for a moment where he can simply exist as himself. Harry is 19-quiet, sensitive, and new to this world. Living in the shadow of his famous brother, he struggles with his own fears, unsure of where he truly belongs. When their paths cross during the World Cup, they meet without names, without jerseys, without fame. Just two strangers who listen, laugh, and slowly let their walls fall-pretending, for a moment, to be ordinary. What begins as a harmless encounter grows into something deeper. Secret meetings. Lingering looks. Feelings neither of them planned for. But the truth cannot stay hidden forever. Because both of them stand on the same global stage- and one day, they won't meet in the shadows, but on the pitch, as opponents. A story about love in the shadow of fame, about identity, trust, and what happens when the heart is stronger than any anthem.

Louis wanted a holiday. A ten-day cruise to forget the rest of the world and escape. Instead, he got a parrot that won't shut up, an endless buffet, and a stranger with eyes that see too much. Harry wasn't supposed to matter. Not after ten days. But the ocean has a way of turning chance encounters into a lifetime.

Since the academy, Harry and Louis have moved in the same orbit- a firefighter and a police officer who were never just friends, not really. Years of working side-by-side, saving people, teasing each other, and pretending their hearts weren't already spoken for. But love has a way of surviving sirens, blue lights, late-night calls, and even the fear of losing what matters most. And sooner or later, Harry and Louis have to face the truth they've both carried for years- they've always been each other's home. But when danger is part of the job, can love survive the heat?

My favorite One Direction song is A.M. so I decided to write a story based on it. Harry can't believe his eyes when he runs into no other than Louis, his first love at a pub. They haven't seen each other since that summer ten years ago when they were both leaders at a summer camp. Louis follows Harry home later that night and they sleep together, a lot, and find themselves having funny, strange, and deep conversations in the A.M. Purely fictional. Smut warning!

Louis, the son of a humble shepherd, and Harry, the son of the commander of knights. The two have been inseparable since they were children. But their friendship is put on hold when Harry is sent away for years of training. Upon Harry's return, Louis is met with a different person than the one from five years ago. There's something deeper behind the change, but the more Louis is able to understand, the more scared they both become. Only the old tree in the tall grass knows the secrets they dare not speak aloud, for fear they might not live to see where this sudden discovery could end up.

Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome Five years. It's been five years since Harry last saw Louis. Five years since he was kidnapped by Liam and Zayn. Five years since he's truly been happy. Now, Louis is finally being released from prison, and Harry doesn't know what to do about it or how to handle it all. All he knows is that he still feels something. Yet he knows that Louis isn't good for him. Will Harry risk hurting someone close to him and losing the respect of his family for one guy? Or will tragedy ruin, not one relationship, but many others? "Being around you just brings everything back. It's almost like I have no control when I'm with you."

Louis licks his lips as he stares at my rock hard cock. He licks up from the base up to my slit, flicking his tongue around the tip, pre cum leaking, and making me shudder. It feels so fucking amazing. "You're so good at this Louis." I pant as he takes me fully in his hot mouth. I grab his hair as he starts bobbing up and down, he goes painfully slow. He hums and it vibrates around me, causing me to whimper, uncontrollably. Faster! I say, pulling on his hair. He smirks as his lips pop as his mouth leaves my throbbing cock. He kisses up and down then returns to the job in hand, or should I say mouth. He starts off slow again, before he picks up speed. Fuck! He grabs my balls and massages them as he gets even faster. I don't think I'm gonna last much longer. Louis! Yes! Don't stop! He reaches one hand around and I feel it skim my arsehole. Holy hell. I feel a finger enter me and I can't control the noises that leave my mouth. I've never done this before and fuck...it feels fucking fantastic! His finger moves inside me. His tongues flicks over my slit before he moves down again. Louis...I'm gonna...I'm gonna....oh fuck Yes... I'm seconds away from cumming in his mouth.... Louis...yes...yes...

In which a boy in a bookstore finds a broken boy and they fall in love and fix each other. - - 'Tell me a story, L-lou.' Harry asked, sleepy. 'What about, love?' 'Anything. Make one up, if you like?' 'Okay,' said Louis, thinking for a second. He reached out his hand, and took Harry's in his. 'It was a warm day in September, 2008. A shorter-than-average boy with brown hair and blue eyes had just got a new job at a store that sold books. His job was boring, but he loved meeting the new customers. He was only a few days into this job when a tall boy with curly hair and headphones walked in. This tall boy was shy and barely spoke, but he had a big heart and a lot of love to give. The boy with the curly hair slowly began to trust the other, and the boy in the bookstore began to fall for him. But he was afraid, he had never had a crush on another boy before. He didn't know what people would think, and he was scared to be himself. But the younger boy, the one he had fallen for, had taught him to be brave. He had taught him to love again after getting constantly beaten down. The boy with curly hair didn't have it easy, either. So they helped each other. They built each other back up. Now, little over a month later, the boy in the bookstore is holding the hands of the broken boy as he tries to sleep. It was them against the world...' - - Contains mentions of domestic abusive, eating disorders and self harm. Read at your own risk.

"Harry...I just can't," I whispered, unable to breathe with how close he was. He became instantly self-conscious, wrapping his arms around himself as he slowly backed away from me. "I should've known..." Harry sighed. "This always happens to me," "What?" "There's someone else...right? Someone better than me, more attractive," his voice was pained as I slowly reached out to raise his head with my fingers so that he'd look me in the eyes. "No, baby. It's always been you..."