Harry is a fashion diva with a toxic ex and Louis is a tortured writer with trust issues. They both hate each other at first but as always Captain Niall, alcohol and a 'shut up' 'make me' scene can fix everything. read the warnings and enjoy bitch <33 Top Rankings #1 larryfanfiction #1 fanfictiononedirection #1 larrylove #1 ls #1 ziammayne #1 harrybottoms #2 larryfluff #2 larryau

HarryStyles: You're so hot. LouisTomlinson: FUCK ME. All Rights Reserved To: @longhairedirwin. Copyright ©️

[DISCONTINUED] "Stop bouncing your leg." "I can't help it- I'm fucking nervous!" Harry was sat once again on the patients spot bouncing his leg nervously while Louis was leaned causally against the wall near him. "No reason to be nervous babe- they're just pills." Louis noted getting a groan from Harry. "You don't get it." The boy mumbled to himself before feeling a hand go on his thigh. Looking up Harry was surprised to see Louis bordley standing next to him, his hand rested on the younger ones thigh which surprisingly calmed Harry down enough to where his leg stopped bouncing. "See, not so hard." Louis mumbled. • Harry and Louis hate each other... but what happens if the 17 year old finds out that he's a sub and Louis is his dom? !dom Lou !toplinson !sub haz !little/daddy kink ✩ Highest rankings: ✩ #1 footie #4 domlouis #8 submissiveharry #8 toplinson #11 petnames #15 bottomharry

The one where Harry uses strawberry shampoo (currenty editing) top!Louis bottom!harry

Louis hates Harry. Harry becomes his stepbrother. Harry dares Louis to fuck him. And, thus, Louis' life is a fucking mess. Also on AO3!

Harry grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Exactly, baby. I want our next encounter to be somewhere more... interesting." Louis chuckles, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident in his expression. "And where, pray tell, do you have in mind?" Harry leans in, his lips brushing against Louis' lips. "How about my bed?" Louis pulls back, feigning shock. "Your bed? Seriously? Isn't that a bit forward, Mr. Styles?" Harry smirks, his fingers tracing light patterns on Louis' thigh. "Oh, I just want to have you all to myself, love." "You're awfully confident, aren't you?" "I have every reason to be, considering you're irresistibly mine." "Yeah. Fuck you, Harry." ◦•●◉✿✿◉●•◦.•♫•♬•♬•♫•.◦•●◉✿✿◉●•◦.•♫•♬•♬•♫• Problems. Restrictions. Obsession. Anger. Redemption. Taming. Love? Things get messed up, but back to normal. Messed up again....back to normal again? Louis is only eighteen, and he dances and strips for money in an elite gentlemen's club. Sticks to his business and business only. His pureness attracts people. Harry is a domineering, rich man, and he becomes the new owner of the club. And now he really wants to have this boy at any price, because Harry knows that everything can be bought. But Louis doesn't seem to reveal his price. MATURE MATURE MATURE MATURE MATURE *Don't comment on my story saying it's not for me or these themes are not for me. It's marked mature, so you know what to expect.*

The one where Louis and Harry start out as best friends who like to get each other off but end up as way more than that, which gets them in more trouble than they initially intended. this book is also available on ao3 (we're just friends- harrys_son_ishmael)

[completed] "Please don't say anything." "Lou-" "Don't fucking speak," I snarled, my breath hitting the skin on his neck that I was glaring into. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and lapped my hands on each side of his waist, the sensation sending shivers right through me. I said, "I'll do this with you. But you can't tell anyone." ... Where Harry is a boy toy at university and Louis is an efficient student with an uncontrollable sense of sexual desire.

When Harry Styles was accepted into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat, leaving him with three options: 1) Move back into student halls. 2) Become homeless. 3) Move in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other mates. He went with the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his roommates reminded him why he only has one friend. If there is one thing Louis Tomlinson can't stand, it's pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If there is one thing he can't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser. In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they are opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that have no business be kept secret.

"Do you think I'm hot then?" Harry continued with this nonsense, following Louis. "Hell no." "But you said I made you hard- so you must've thought I was at the time." He argued. "I never said you made me hard- I simply said I was horny and drunk. Plus I've never thought you were hot." Louis recalled in his defense. "But you just said you would've acted that way if you weren't drunk." Harry noted, ignoring the second thing Louis said. Fuck. Harry'd trapped him. Checkmate. Quickly Louis turned around, "Jesus Christ. What do you want me to say, Harry? That I wanted to sleep with you?" He got out a little louder than he expected. ᯓ⚽︎ Or where Louis is a very angry person and hates basically everyone- especially, Harry Styles. Being angry and deprived of physical touch isn't exactly a good combination, meaning Louis couldn't really help it when he ended up fucking his least favorite person... !toplinson !grumpyxsunshine (grumpy Louis & sunshine Harry) !slightfemharry ✩ Highest rankings: ✩ #1 toplouis #1 hbottom #2 bottomharry #2 feminineharry