Harry is a divorced, single parent. His daughter is three years old, and Harry has work. During his search for a babysitter, he stumbles across Louis Tomlinson. He ends up falling for the smaller man.

Louis' family puts him in a rehabilitation center after a drunk driver crashes into him on the highway. He suffers from PTSD, and he has to learn how to talk and how to walk again. Louis doesn't see the point. His life as he does it is over. But Dr. Payne treats his PTSD, Mr. Horan, the speech therapist helps him with his speech, Zayn takes care of him and then there's Harry, the physiotherapist who is determined to make him walk again... Purely fictional. Triggers: PTSD.

Louis takes a job that isn't normal, in a house that feels too quiet for someone like him. Harry hires people who don't ask questions. Louis never learned how to stop asking. Can something built on rules survive when there are none left to follow?

@Lily_pad6472 asked me to write a story where Harry and Louis both are single parents and neighbors. After his wife passed away Louis took his three kids and moved to London to get away. One day he gets a new neighbor, someone with a baby who cries nonstop. He can't have that. The paper-thin walls make it hard for his kids to sleep when that baby won't stop crying. He knocks on the neighbor's door, just to be met by the most gorgeous man he has ever laid eyes on. Purely fictional. Smut warning!

Love doesn't always need words. Sometimes, it just needs someone to stay. When Louis is admitted to a quiet recovery clinic, he's expecting discomfort, isolation, maybe silence. What he finds instead is a shared room-and an unexpected connection-with the Styles triplets: quiet Edward who rarely speaks, clever Marcel battling anxiety, and radiant Harry navigating hallucinations. As the days pass, bonds form. Healing begins. And in the quiet moments between sketches, stargazing, and soft laughter, Louis starts to feel something he never thought he'd find again: hope. A story of healing, found family, and the kind of love that doesn't need to be loud to be real.

Louis Tomlinson, on his way to become a professional dancer at the 'Dance 'till dawn' academy in London. Harry, a new teacher who immediately is pretty fond of the charamistic, blue eyed dancer who doesn't just have the moves, but also a great personality. -- Everything is going up, skills and building a other than proffessional relationship with the curly lad, but what will happen to that when Louis unfortunately suffers from a leg injury? Will his career end here? And what happens between him and Harry because of all this? S T E P S & S T Y L E S

"This seat taken?" "Only by my will to live. But go ahead." A charming barista. A closed-off businessman. And a parrot who ruins every quiet moment - or saves it. One thing was certain, love was never going to be quiet.

The flood forced them upward, but what waits above is more than refuge - it's a world of secrets, fragile trust, and a boy Louis can't stop thinking about. In a city where shadows linger, can love and hope truly survive... in the city above?

Louis runs a quiet little bookshop with his dog, Bowie, a stubborn espresso machine, and no time for distractions-especially ones with dimples and flour-dusted curls. But when Harry, the charming baker from across the street with a cat named Otis, keeps "accidentally" dropping by with fresh pastries and soft smiles, Louis finds his carefully stacked life starting to tilt. Between walks, coffee breaks, and stolen moments among pages and pastries, two hearts begin to unfold-messy, warm, and sweet as a cinnamon roll shared at closing time.

Where Louis runs before he learns how to stay, and Harry waits longer than he ever planned to.