They say when the sun sets, sunflowers face each other. But what if there was no other sunflower to turn to? What if each sunflower had been plucked out, leaving one to its misery, lone and terrified, with no kind of its own, a cruel world in its waiting, the sun never shining again? It dies. A part of Harry died the day his father first raised a fist on him, then another part when his mum passed. A part went along when he slept with his boyfriend for the very first time. He did not say no, he did not say yes either. Then went a part when the fickle thing that hope was crept into him the first day he moved in with his boyfriend Carl, away from his father and the town he despised truly, wishing for a better tomorrow, only to have it torn away from him with broken glasses of a beer bottle piercing his skin the very night because he didn't serve Carl his beer chilled. He died completely when Carl collapsed in front of him, face twisted inhumanely, mouth dripping foam. Or When the weight of the world crushes Harry beneath it, he finds himself rescued by an alpha who ran out of sugar.

Harry never had issues with making friends, so when his family moves to the other side of the country and he attends a new school he finds connection quickly. But he notices that something in this school isn't as it seems and the mysterious guy no one really knows anything about takes up his mind. Mysterious things start to happen to him. Accidents, strange encounters and near death experiences- and somehow Louis seems to always be close. That makes him question: is he one of the good or bad guys? OR Harry moves to a small town and figures out secrets that should've stayed hidden and falls for the only person who could protect and kill him at the same time.

"How'd you-" Harry breathes out, turning around to find himself a little too close to Louis for comfort. "I did turn it on didn't I?" Louis smiled. He had both hands on the desk, on either side Harry who was pressed back against it. He awkwardly tried to move away from Louis, leaving space between them, but it was nearly impossible. "It wasn't funny Louis... I missed a whole evening of work." Harry mumbled, avoiding his icy blue eyes. Louis, of course, laughed, "I was getting into the holiday spirit. Thought you loved Christmas?" He recalled, pouching his lips. ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ For the 25 days of December, Louis makes it his personal mission to annoy Harry with the thing he loves most: Christmas music. Every day there's a new lyric, new method and a new level of torcher. Harry assumes it revenge for the incident that took place the night they met, however, maybe, just maybe, it's something else entirely... [ 𝐀 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ]

"Look," Louis says firmly. "Last time I checked, I'm still the pack leader, so you damn well better listen to me. It was Harry who worked out what I'd been poisoned with, then nursed me back to health. And it was Harry who thwarted the plan for my second assassination attempt by literally throwing himself in front of an arrow intended for me, nearly dying in the process, which is why we're even having this argument in the first place. So if you think I'm going to set foot outside of this hut until he's fully healed, you've all seriously misread the situation, and even more importantly, you've all seriously misread me." OR the one where Harry is an omega who has been cast out from his pack, Louis is the alpha leader of the pack where Harry finds a new home, Liam is an alpha with heart of gold, and Niall is a cook who can't seem to stop setting himself on fire.

Louis hates his job as an accountant and desperately wants to be a teacher. Of course, that would mean going back to uni, which he can't afford if he wants to keep up the mortgage payments on his house. It's Niall that suggests Louis gets a housemate. Harry is great around the house, loves cooking and cleaning, and everything is fine, lovely even. That is until Louis locks himself out of the house, and in his attempts to get inside, he stumbles upon Harry wanking to a video of Louis playing footy. OR Louis has a thing for his housemate, Harry is under the impression that clothing around the house is an optional extra, and neither of them seem to be able to stop wanking long enough to get their shit together and admit their true feelings.

Omega Harry takes a nanny job to escape heartbreak, only to find himself caring for the daughter of his old crush, Alpha Louis. Between bedtime stories, stolen glances, and quiet nights, they fall into something tender and dangerously close to more than either of them planned.

"Lou." "What?!" Louis pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Me and Harry are fine, everything is fine, this trip will be fine." "You don't seem fine." Niall mumbles. "Look Ni, this whole me and Harry thing is in the past okay? We're adults... a-and that's all there is to it." Louis takes a swig of his second glass and wonders if perhaps getting sloshed on the plane ride there is not the best way to deal with his emotions. He decides he doesn't care. OR Harry and Louis break up before the hiatus and a year later they have to spend two weeks in Italy together for Liam's wedding. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ -mentions of sexual assault (Happy ending!)

This is NOT my work. This story belongs to dolce_piccante on Archive Of Our Own. If you would rather read it on ao3, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5799241/chapters/13366498 ~ American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers). Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry's charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football. A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino's Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

"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

Harry is scary. Or he's at least intimidating, with his long curly hair and piercing green eyes. People tend to be shy and nervous around him, so when he meets a small lad with cheek bones he's not prepared for the opposite to happen. OR The one where long haired Harry is his usual intense self but straight, or so he thinks. But that all changes when he meets Louis. Louis x Harry Larry bitches <3 *Finished late July or early August 2021*