Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.

"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

amour /əˈmʊə/ a love affair or lover, especially one that is secret. A marriage, a baby, a tour and a little thing called love.

Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth. Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart. Sterling King is a girl with deep roots, and long branches that lead to nothing. Harry Styles is a boy with bright leaves, and ever growing colors. EXCERPT: "Hi." "Um... hi." "What's your name?" "Sterling...." "Well... Aren't you going to ask me what mine is?" "No...Why would I do that?" "Because I'm a stranger peaking over the fence... I thought you'd be curious." "Well I'm a stranger sitting in a tree house... I stopped being curious a long time ago. Curiosity brings nothing but trouble." "Well I'm Harry... and I'm curious about you Sterling..." "Well... stop." -------------------------- DO NOT PRINT MY WORK!!! "Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you." - Isabel Allende • TW: mentions of death, and rape/sexual assault. PTSD.

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the "perfect" girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn't realized he didn't actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson. This story is not mine. Domesticharry(Lis) owns this story on ao3. All credits goes to her.

He went by Hot Shot, nicknamed for his exceptional ability to repair cars. Molly Pierce, an ambitious girl from the opposite side of town, went a while without ever figuring out his real name. But when the truth about his sinful name and twisted past inevitably resurfaced, she was stuck with a choice to make. A tale of forbidden love, mechanics, and car thieves. ***PLEASE SEPARATE CHARACTERS FROM THEIR FACE CLAIMS, INCLUDING HARRY highest rankings: #1 in harry #1 in harrystyles

Harry Styles is the Prince of Wonderland. Louis Tomlinson is the stable boy. All Harry wants is to befriend the stable boy and escape his father's tight and cruel reigns for a while- to be himself with no role to play. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴? Harry's father would never approve. Not of his friendship with the servant, nor of the lifestyle he desires. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. What will happen when the two become close and the King grows impatient? Glory and gore go hand in hand. // may 2021- feb 2022 twitter & instagram= twinklingpiscess

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land. Disclaimer: I do not own this story and I do not take credit for any of the writing whatsoever! I just wanted to bring an ao3 work to Wattpad because it is one of my favourite Larry Stylinson fanfictions. All credit goes to @100percentsassy and @gloria_andrews on ao3