• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Harry has been pining for eight years over one Louis Tomlinson who just so happens to be one of the group heading off to Spain for a two week holiday.

There is nothing wrong with having a One night stand- except when it turns out that the guy who took your virginity in the washroom of a run down pub is your new teacher.

*Formerly His Desire* "You think you want me, but I don't think you could handle what I would do to you." His stare is relentless. I smooth my hands down over my nightdress, feeling his words glide across my skin. "I could..." "I'm not sure I would be the kind, gentle lover your sweet Caspian would be," he warns quietly. ----- As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger. So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate. Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night. For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more. All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look

"I have a girlfriend you know" he mumbled between kisses against my neck. "I didn't ask Lewis." I replied using the name I know he hates. Harry's life has been turned upside down when his mum married a rich CEO and made Harry start boarding school in the middle of his last school year. His roommate is a ball of sunshine that never shuts up and a certain blue eyed boy has made it his mission to make Harry's last school year hell. #1 in Larrystylinson #1 in Niam #1 in Louis #1 in bottom Harry #1 in enemies to lovers

written by ss98 Edward and harry styles are twin brothers with sinister intent and too dark eyes . Louis has a strong head on his shoulders and thats just what the twins like. with louis as the intern as a psychology student for the asylum the twins take resident in after being found in connection to multiple of murders all credit for this fanfic goes to ss98 and yes im allowed to share it

"Get your head out of your ass for once" Louis shouted angrily his cheeks red with anger. "i'd rather have it near yours" Louis choked at Harry's words, his own caught in his throat thinking of something to say back. But when Harry walks closer to him cornering him against the locker placing both of his hands on each side of his head he knew that he won't be able to talk for the next hour and he'd rather not knowing that what will come out of his mouth won't be words.

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café. -------------- "Um, sorry, but I believe that's actually mine," Harry said a bit awkwardly, pointing at the cup. The man huffed, slightly narrowing his blue eyes, "Nope, large Americano, dash of cream." He held the coffee up closer to Harry and honestly, Harry knew exactly what was in the cup because it was his coffee. "Right," Harry slowly drawled out as if he was talking to a toddler, "Which would make that mine." "Look, I really don't have time for this, I'm running late. And this," he said before he took a sip from the cup, "Is mine." Harry's jaw dropped and he held his hands out, failing them slightly, "Wha-you can't just drink it!" "Well I did, so, do you still want it or can I be on my way?" The man challenged. Harry shook his head disbelievingly, "Take it, but for the record, it says Harry on it." The man turned the cup around and a sharp laugh came out of his mouth, "Well, shit." He looked at Harry, a smile stretched across his face as crinkles formed next to his eyes. "Thanks, Harry." Not my work. Orphaned Account on AO3.