"Stay," Harry whispers desperately, pressing his lips to Louis' temple like he can somehow ease the pain that's blooming there, but he can't make the pain stop and no matter how hard he tries he can't make Louis stay. All credit goes to phantasmagoria (whiteteethteen) on Ao3.

"Louis booked a flight to Berlin to fuck Harry Styles. He should've booked an exorcist instead." After six months of radio silence and fifteen years into a beautifully toxic situationship neither of them will ever admit to, Louis Tomlinson wakes up in Los Angeles alone, to a sunrise, a half-smoked joint, and a text from Harry Styles that simply reads: "i want you to get me pregnant." His relationship with Zara just went public. She's all sunshine, green smoothies, and Instagram-ready happiness-everything Louis should want, and nothing that makes his hands shake. So, his life, on paper, should be content. Instead? He books a last-minute flight to Berlin, cancels his studio day, and lets himself fall headfirst into the kind of chaos he swore he'd grown out of. What follows: a private fetish club with chandeliers and chapels, MDMA delivered mouth-to-mouth, angel wings stolen off a stranger, and enough sin to make a priest cry. Somewhere between lace panties, pierced cocks, and a dungeon full of bad decisions, Louis realizes two very inconvenient truths: 1. He would do anything Harry asked him to. 2. Harry might've actually gotten himself pregnant. (Not really. Probably. Maybe.) In the end, they're wrecked, high, and tangled together-again. Because this is who they are: saints, sinners, and something far worse in between. Warnings: Toxic codependency, at least three separate existential crises, lace panties, molly-fueled mistakes, pierced cock emergencies, religious imagery used very incorrectly, and Harry Styles riding Louis Tomlinson straight into blasphemy. It's chaotic, unhinged, stupidly sweet in all the wrong places, and cruel enough to make you wonder why you ever started reading in the first place.

Danny Gonzales moves in with his best friend and secret crush Drew gooden after his gf died in afganistan going to war and then one night drew gets drunk and then....find out!!!

[𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬] [𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓] Where I take the manips you freaky guys make and give them full proper stories... --- Viscount Emerald, Submissive Rockstar, Baby Lamb, High Court, Daggers & Roses, Muse For Vogue, Golden Captain, Commander LT, 'm sorry Lou, Stay With Me, Lost in the chaos, Prince Tomlinson, Aye Cap'n, Mr. Styles [𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣] ---- 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. (𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓) 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐬. ---- Our souls are woven together across timelines, I will always find my way back to you, I'll find you in every universe, in every broken version of us. And I'll love you, We're a love that never should have been, but it's the only one I'll ever know. --- ©𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨

don't mind me I'm just bringing back YEARNING 💜 - in which Louis' dad is too keen on getting him a job and accidentally totally ruins Louis' life with that, and Harry Styles is a fucking annoying shit-talking dickhead, too arrogant for being averagely talented and definitely not Louis' type. or, in which Louis' dad owns the Management Company that Harry Styles is signed to, and he makes him keep an eye on the rebellious young singer. - for all the feisty sarcastic girls and gays who sometimes just want to be fucked by a rich hot rockstar.

Harry needed a place to live and was getting desperate. That was when he found an ad online with an odd solution. A guy named Louis was renting out his place to someone with a 9-17 job. He worked nights. So they would share the flat (and bed) but not at the same time. That could actually work! So Harry moved in without even meeting the guy. They started leaving notes to each other and Harry was intrigued by the stranger he was living with. Would they ever meet in person? I read a book once (real one, not fanfiction) with this theme and I totally stole the idea. Sorry. Purely fictional. Some smut warning.

harry and olivia enjoy a very smexy night together

Detention is supposed to be a punishment, but for Louis and Harry, it's the start of something beautiful. Unfortunately, what starts off as a harmless love affair quickly takes a turn for the worse. Through all the stereotypes, judgments, family issues, and demons from the past, Louis and Harry struggle to stay strong. What happens in detention, stays in detention. [NOTE: I began writing this book in 2011 when I was 13 years old. There are many grammatical errors, cringe-worthy moments, and plot inconsistencies. Obviously, my writing has improved immensely since 2011, so please feel free to check out any of my more recent works instead. This book is not representative of my present-day writing abilities. I would prefer to delete this entirely (and its sequel), but there have been many readers who have expressed their love and appreciation for this book despite its flaws. Regardless, thank you all for your support with the Detention series over the past few years. I love and appreciate each and every one of you.]

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]