"Do you not have something more expensive?" The alpha gives him a weird look, resting his hands on the table. "Definitely not something the cost of that shade of blue that are your eyes," he responds effortlessly. "Why is a male omega on his own out in the middle of the woods at this time of night?" Harry speaks, staring intensely at the prince, smirk lingering on his face. "Your kind is rather rare. You should be more careful. There are a lot of rogue alphas around that won't blink until they've knotted and bred you up." The blue eyed omega swallows, shuffling in his seat awkwardly and looking anywhere but the alpha before him. "I ran away from home," Louis admits, occupying himself by taking a sip of the lager instead of thinking about the fact that the alpha hasn't yet taken his eyes off him. "My parents want me to marry someone I do not want to marry, so I ran." • Louis is a runaway omega prince unaware of the dangerous alphas outside of the castle walls. Harry is the rogue alpha he meets at the 17Black tavern, but Louis doesn't know that. Not when he appears so sweet.

(SEQUEL TO NOBODY IS GOING TO HURT YOU BABY) Two years after escaping the kind of violence that permanently reshapes a person, Harry Styles has learned how to survive quietly. He works long shifts at the hospital. Checks on his daughter too many times a night. Avoids crowded rooms, loud voices, and memories that still bleed around the edges when he least expects them to. People call him resilient. What they don't see is how hard he works to appear normal. Especially now that Evelyn is turning two. Especially now that Gemma is finally trying to build a life of her own outside of him. Especially now that Harry is realizing survival and healing are not the same thing. Meanwhile, Louis Tomlinson buried himself back into the only world he's ever known. The jobs. The violence. The routine. To everyone around him, he looks fine again. Sharper. Colder. Back to himself. But grief has a way of surviving in silence. And when a job goes wrong, leaving Louis injured and dependent on the very kind of care he once gave someone else, the carefully built distance between them collapses in ways neither of them are prepared for. Because time did not erase what happened between them. It only buried it beneath the things they survived.

"Either this whole thing would end up with Harry ruining his own reputation for good, or ending with Harry questioning his sexuality. And god, Louis hoped it would ruin Harry's reputation permanently, but if Harry ended up feeling a little confused for getting a boner while snogging a man... well, Louis might as well get a good fuck out of it." OR Actor and entrepreneur, Harry Styles, recently came under fire for homophobic comments. He overcorrected with a lie, telling the world he has a serious boyfriend, when in actuality he's straight. Louis Tomlinson, pretty much unknown model, is Harry's PR fiancé who is going to make it his mission to make Harry suffer.

"Stop crying baby, we'll be alright." Harry presses his lips against his boyfriend's temple, trying to comfort him. "I don't know if I am able to handle this any longer, Harry. Everybody hates me. They do everything to get me away from you. I've always known I'm not good enough." Louis' beautiful blue eyes are filled with tears, pain noticeable in his voice. "Stop talking yourself down, Louis. You are good enough. You are my whole damn world for god's sake. Not everybody hates you." "Your mom does, your friends do,..." "But I don't, Louis. I fucking love you, isn't that enough?" Harry's voice sounds desperate. This isn't their first argument with this subject. He knows Louis has a low self-image, but honestly Harry can't tell him even more times that he loves him. He does it all the time, shows him every day. "I don't know, Hazza. I honestly don't know..." Harry and Louis are a power couple. They had a rocky start, considering how the boys were arguing all the time in the beginning. But since they have started their romantic relationship, they haven't had even one fight. They survived the long-distance, video calling each other every single day, without a single argument. The boys trust each other blindly and love the other with all their heart. But what happens when Louis arrives in LA? People know about the rocky start of the boys and they are not as forgiving as Harry, for sure not Harry's mother. It's easy to be together when you are surrounded by people that support you, but are they able to survive the hate they will get in America? Or will it eventually be all too much and mess up their relationship...

Since Louis is turning 30, Harry decides to start the celebration 31 days early, planning a surprise each day until his birthday where each day represent a year of his husbands life. Purely fictional. Some smut warning.

Harry Styles is dangerous, or so people say.

Larry Stylinson Story (Completed) Harry bullies Louis... but that doesn't stop Louis from falling for him. Rated R: language, mild drinking, violence, sexual content, and story line. Warning: might be triggering so please read at your own risk. story includes deaths. Enjoy :) UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING

[Completed] - Louis is an oblivious idiot who get's high scores in exam and will probably graduate with flying colors and Harry Styles is a right idiot who swore to always protect Louis but can't ask him out on a date. (Basically, a High School AU where Louis wants to be number one in school and Harry wants to be number one in his heart.)

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

» 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 « ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴏɴ ᴀs ᴋɪɴᴅʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀʙᴀᴄᴋ [ 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘰 ] _________________ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍɪᴄᴀᴇʟᴀ ʟᴏᴘᴇᴢ. [ ɪɢ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: @micaelablopez ] Louis is a student at the National Dance Academy on his last year before graduation. He is the best dancer there is, and he fucking knows it. Louis thinks he has his future bought. He thinks he is going to be the main male dancer every time he wants to. But suddenly, things don't go as expected when his ballet teacher change, having now Mr. Styles as his replacement. Harry Styles isn't like the old teacher, he applies new rules, and Louis surely doesn't like them. Louis thinks Mr. Styles has something against him, but what Louis doesn't know is that this teacher would actually be his only way to succeed. This story contains: - Smut. - Possible triggers. Fᴇʙ. 2021