Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)

TEXTING AU (LARRY) where the i'm-in-fact-straight louis tomlinson happens to fall in love with someone completely anonymous only through texts. what happens when he finds out it's a boy?

"You must be Harold, I presume?" Harry couldn't stop himself for what he said next. It just kinda came out. "Looks like I'm already more famous than you." The team let out a chorus of noise, waiting for Louis' comeback. "Mhm. Your lovely principal warned me about you." Louis said, stepping closer, "I was really hoping he was exaggerating about his accusations." His eyes met Harry's, "Was he, Mr. Styles?" ๋࣭ ⭑🌙 ๋࣭⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Harry Styles is your average football-playing asshole. He's narcissistic, arrogant, and way too used to getting his way on and off the field. Louis Tomlinson is the new head coach. Sharp-tongued, unshakeable, and ten years older. For the first time in years, Harry isn't actually in control of the game. He's merely playing it. !toplinson !age gap {10 years: Harry being 19 and Louis 29} !domestic abuse (NOT between Louis and Harry) !kinky (daddy kink, colors, etc.) !slow burn ✩ Highest rankings: ✩ #1 hbottom #1 larryau #1 larrystylinson #1 (louis) tomlinson #1 onedirection #1 bottomharry

"You're going down, Styles."

[on-hold.] bottom! louis and top! harry appreciation book. © mylktea | #760 in humor

HIGHSCHOOL AU, ENEMIES TO LOVERS Louis is the school's most popular soccer player. He is a total fuckboy and plays with people's feelings. He has plenty of people sucking his ass and he always gets what he wants. Harry is an A student, is always kind and is not impressed by Louis. He hates him and is disgusted by him. Louis is surprised that there is a person who doesn't want to be with him so he takes it as a challenge to change that. Will he get Harry to fall for him and then hurt his feelings, or will Harry be able to resist him? 💗HIGHEST RANKINGS💗 #1 in harrystyles #2 in stylinson #3 in louistomlinson [finished 04|05|2022]

THIS FIC IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. NUMEROUS TRIGGERING CONCEPTS OCCUR. TRIGGER WARNINGS: *religion* *homophobia* *age gap* *adult v. minor* *borderline grooming (unintentionally)* Working in fashion for the past thirteen years has left thirty-two year old Louis Tomlinson privy to the darkness hidden behind glamour, and what he once loved has now left him bitter and jaded. On impulse, he leaves Paris for the very first job that comes along - head of the wardrobe department on a brand-new television show in America. 'Modern Missionary' follows Harry Styles, a religious 16-year-old Texan, on a tour of America. The pitch is simple enough - Harry leads by example, showing the viewers how they too can bring God's light and love to the world around them. Inadvertently, showing Harry to the world also shows the world to Harry; his eyes are opened, not without Louis' help. Harry begins to question everything: his religion, his identity, his values, and his sexuality. How can love be a sin if... cela semble si juste?

Louis siempre ha sido el chico marginado. Ahora, él va a secundaria. Él siempre tuvo sentimientos por nada más ni nada menos que el inigualable Harry Styles, el chico más popular de la escuela, el que obtiene a todas las chicas, y es el capitán del Club de Futbol de la escuela. Harry, por otro lado, nunca le ha prestado atención a Louis, difícilmente sabe que el ojiazul va a su misma escuela. Pero, ¿Qué pasará cuando Louis es forzado a ir a una fiesta? ¿Ira Louis a finalmente tener la atención de Harry, o Harry nunca llegará a saber quién es el chico de pelo sedoso? Esta historia NO ME PERTENECE. Me ha gustado y quiero compartirla con ustedes, que espero les guste tanto como a mí. Tengo el permiso de la autora para traducir esta fic, y le doy a ella las gracias por permitirme hacer esto. Es una MUY buena persona. Como sea, este http://www.wattpad.com/user/Larrys_Girl es su perfil. Denle las gracias. Gracias Pauline :D x

1957, Holmes Chapel. Harry Styles es un joven que ha conseguido un trabajo en el único museo del pequeño pueblo inglés como guía y, a contra turno, de mesero en un cálido y tranquilo bar en un intento de ayudar económicamente a su familia. Ha dejado sus estudios y sus sueños a un lado para centrarse en evitar que la bancarrota que se avecina tras el asesinato repentino de su padre derrumbe su ya muy sufrido hogar. Todo es normal y calmo, hasta que se encuentra con un solitario policía en el museo, admirando una obra de Dalí, La persistencia de la memoria. Lo primero que ve es su nombre cosido sobre el pecho del uniforme policial británico, descubriendo que se llama Louis Tomlinson, y luego que el anular de su mano izquierda es decorado por un sencillo anillo de plata, con el nombre Melanie grabado. Y no supo entender cómo su corazón, sin importarle el hecho de estar casado, pudo dar un brinco, acelerando su ritmo cardíaco a una velocidad alucinante, al ver aquellos orbes azules contrarestando su verde, que se convertirían en su perdición. Sí, era la década del 50 y ver dos hombres juntos era un jodido pecado evidente. Aunque un poquito de emoción y adrenalina en sus aburridas vidas no vendría mal. Desenterrar secretos ocultos a su vez que entre ellos crecía uno mayor. Inicio: 24/07/22 Final: 29/11/22 «Historia inspirada en My policeman de Bethan Roberts, así que hay escenas similares a las del libro aunque todo es una versión propia»

El padre de Louis tiene una deuda con la red de la mafia rusa más importante de Europa. El líder de la red tiene un hijo soltero. La Bratva no perdona. - No acepto traducciones ni adaptaciones -