It's 1967 and Harry is tired of being that little religious boy who everyone makes fun of. Tired of God pretending not to hear him, he decides to take other reins in secret; How bad could it go if he turned to the Devil? How fast would he answer him? It was time to save the Bible and turn the red candles on. Where Harry is a very sweet teenager who is tired of the way he's living and decides to realise a ritual to invoke the king of hell. Louis is the dumb devil who falls in love. THIS IS A TRANSLATION APPROVED BY THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR

College AU where Harry studies law and psychology. Louis is a philophobic frat boy who's majoring in acting, plays footie and needs tutoring in psychology. Of course they hate each other but that doesn't stop them from having a ridiculous amount of sexual tension. or Louis is a frat boy with a drinking problem who doesn't know what he wants to do with his life, and Harry is a psychology student who always takes care of him and might just be exactly what Louis doesn't want, but really needs.

• 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

Se você estiver lendo esta história em qualquer outra plataforma que não seja o Wattpad, provavelmente está correndo o risco de sofrer um ataque virtual (malware e vírus). Se você deseja ler esta história em seu formulário original e seguro, te convido a acessar este link: https://t.co/uovW8SutO4] - É gratuito, você não pagará nada! . Harry Edward Styles... Escritor e em busca do sonho de ter o livro dele publicado enquanto vive uma vida tranquila, ou quase isso, com seus amigos que estão mais para uma família peculiar, sem nexo e um bando de invasores de privacidade. Então se tem um casamento e com isso uma despedida de solteiro. Las Vegas é o lugar. Mas a questão é: O quê acontece em Vegas, fica em Vegas? Uma despedida de solteiro legendária. ~*~ Todos os direitos reservados para @itshotaria

"Ele faz o quebrado parecer belo, E o forte parecer invencível, Ele anda com o universo sobre seus ombros, Fazendo-o parecer como um par de asas". ✎ Coroas de Diamantes, Capas de veludo, Bengalas de Cascavel.... Isso é um resumo do que você pode vislumbrar ao pensar em dinastias reais. Mas, deixe-me confidenciar-lhe algo: O segredo é que príncipes não são príncipes, e sim atores. Jovens carregando o peso do ouro sobre suas cabeças, vestindo sorrisos cordiais, distribuindo uma nobreza soberba. O que há por baixo então de suas coroas? ♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕

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

❝ I really hope you don't expect me to do anything. Because I won't. I don't care. Cry all you like but when it comes down to it, you don't need me and I don't need you. Love isn't real. It only exists in fairytales and Disney movies. This is real life, honey. Get used to it. ❞