Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles were once inseparable. Until one fateful event changed everything. Years later, Louis is a respected forensic psychiatrist and Harry is the city's most brilliant neurosurgeon. Their worlds were never meant to collide again - until one life changing day. But nothing is as it was anymore, because even though some betrayals can be forgiven, some wounds never truly heal.

Louis Tomlinson is powerful, ruthless, and cold-a man who built walls so high that no one dared to climb them. But when he started a no-strings-attached arrangement with Velvet's most captivating stripper, he had no idea that the man in his bed was also his annoyingly charming but irritating secretary, Harry Styles. Whom Louis is determined to hate with his life.A battle of dominance turns into something neither can resist. Harry is determined to melt Louis's icy walls, while Louis fears letting love in. As tension turns to stolen touches and heated nights, secrets unravel, scars surface, and their pasts threaten to tear them apart. But when love is both intoxicating and dangerous, will Louis take the fall-and will Harry be there to catch him? A story of lust and longing, of heartbreak and healing.

When Harry's husband cheats, Harry goes to a law firm in search of a lawyer. He does not realize, however, that a person assigned to his case would be a person he hoped never to see again.

Louis Tomlinson is used to silence. As CEO of Tomlinson Enterprises, he prefers it that way. His penthouse is quiet, his office is orderly, his life is built on the comfort of distance. After betrayal, he swore he'd never let anyone close again. Harry Styles is the exception he never saw coming. With ink-stained notes and nervous determination, Harry will find himself in Louis's office and his carefully locked world. Hired on a whim. Louis is business. Harry is everything but. What starts as a clash of opposites becomes a slow unraveling: late nights, unlikely trust, and a connection that grows not in the words they say, but in between the lines.

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles' best friends are getting married, which gives them a perfect opportunity to finally meet each other for the first time. Thanks to each other, Harry discovers new sides of himself - more or less pleasant - and Louis begins to question his own principles in life. Two completely different guys and their best friends' wedding, and you know what they say...anything can happen at the wedding. UNEDITED, be gentle.

"I was right about you Harry.... You are just a fucking stuck up snob" Louis hates Harry. Harry hates Louis. What more can I say?

"Watch where you're going, Princess Harriet." Or where Harry is the prince of Cheshire and Louis is the sassiest servant Harry has ever come across(the only sassy servant really) who doesn't take shit from anyone, not even the prince of Cheshire.

For years, Tomlinson has been the life of the party, making headlines with his wild antics and legendary escapades. With Niall Horan on drums and Liam Payne shredding on guitar, the trio became synonymous with sold-out shows and late-night revelry. Tomlinson's name was practically a fixture in the tabloids, his every move scrutinized and dissected by fans and paparazzi alike. Meanwhile, Styles skyrocketed to fame at a tender age, his smoldering gaze and undeniable talent captivating audiences worldwide. From the moment he stepped onto the stage at just 16, stadiums filled to the brim, and his ascent to superstardom seemed unstoppable. Yet, behind the glitz and glamour, whispers circulated about his elusive love life, with lovers coming and going as quickly as the flashbulbs could capture them.But then, in a plot twist no one saw coming, Tomlinson and Styles were spotted together-holding hands, stealing kisses, and defying all expectations. How had the party prince found solace in the arms of the brooding heartthrob? Tomlinson and Styles have rewritten the script, proving that in the unpredictable world of fame, love knows no bounds. Stay tuned as we unravel the mystery behind England's hottest romance!

"Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: "Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?" Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall's just purchased a person. For Harry. Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. "No, what the fuck, Harry." "A prostitute then?" Harry also doesn't want a prostitute. "Of course not!" "A stripper?" "No!" Damn, he's running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall's head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. "Stop!" "What did you get me, then?!" Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he's pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing. There's still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, "I got you a professional cuddler." A professional...what. "What?" ﹏

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)