"Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?" The beautiful man with the perfect teeth smiled and stuck out his manicured hand for Louis to shake, his cheeks burning bright red from blushing. "I'm Harry. Your doll." { Based on Life Size } { Cover by @lunarcissus } { Co-Written with @pleasurelouis }

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles live in a frat house.

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 his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bash his face into bits. The problem was that more than that, he wanted to kiss him. Between the two options, he would instantaneously choose the second. A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view.

Sequel to White Rose (Completed) MUST READ FIRST BOOK OR THIS WON'T MAKE SENSE Harry's collapsed from an overdose and Louis' in the hospital for unknown reasons to Harry. What will happen to Louis? To Harry? To their relationship? Find out in Coma White. Warning: language, drugs, alcohol, and sexual content Based on: Marilyn Manson's "Coma White"

In which Louis is weak while Harry is a bit of an asshole.

"Where is he?" Paul had an apologetic look on his face "I'm sorry Sir, I lost him." "You did what?" Harry immediately began searching for his wallet to pay the bill, if they left now, they could probably still find him. "Damn it." He cursed finding his pockets empty, realizing that he'd made away with his wallet and phone.

Louis William Tomlinson, also known as the school-slut. He fucks with everyone who pays for it. People judge him by his name, but they don't know his dark secret. Harry Edward Styles, also known as the school badboy. He never thought he would pay to fuck Louis but because some stupid game, he does. But Harry can't get enough of it. Strange things are happening to him and it scares him. Harry doesn't know how to deal with them. Also Louis is starting to act weirder every day. He changes.... What is Louis big secret? Will Harry discover his secret? If he does, how will he react?....What's wrong with Louis?... This story is kind of based on a song but i can't tell you which song, it would ruin the secret x WARNING: THIS IS ALSO A GHOST STORY! DONT LIKE IT PLEASE DONT READ! :) ALSO: I realize this story is full of mistakes but I wrote this one literally 10 years ago so don't judge please 😂 I was a fetus and obviously didn't know what I was writing 😅 if you don't like this story just stop reading instead of commenting angry and mean stuff, treat people with kindness a smart man once said ❤️ Again!! THERE WILL BE GHOSTS! ;) TRIGGERWARNING!! Abuse, sexual assault, self harm, possible death, suicide attempt, bullying, ghosts If you're not comfortable with this please don't read Xx

Harry Styles has been a criminal for years, he's the best at what he does. Never being caught, and maybe stealing the heart of agent Louis Tomlinson?

"I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. Amen." Louis' family is as Christian as they get. Church every Sunday, prayers before dinner, the whole deal. His father is even the priest at their local chapel. Since Louis was young, he was taught the ways of bible. It was basically burned into him. One thing that was constantly preached to him was that being gay is wrong. "A sin." They said. "You'll go to hell." They spoke. "A man shall not lay with another man" But what happens when Louis feels something? Like he doesn't belong.. Like he's different. When a new lad comes into work at the coffee shop Louis is already employed at, all he's ever known goes out the window. He's knows it's wrong. He's captivated by this boy. But everything will fall apart.

• 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