Harry's new dormmate is a sex freak. He is rude and mean and they fight all the time. He is driving him insane. He is also gorgeous and sexy and is driving Harry insane for other reasons, especially since they start having sex. A lot of smut (or the right amount depending on how you look at it.) ;) Purely fictional. Harry's point of view.

Louis' family puts him in a rehabilitation center after a drunk driver crashes into him on the highway. He suffers from PTSD, and he has to learn how to talk and how to walk again. Louis doesn't see the point. His life as he does it is over. But Dr. Payne treats his PTSD, Mr. Horan, the speech therapist helps him with his speech, Zayn takes care of him and then there's Harry, the physiotherapist who is determined to make him walk again... Purely fictional. Triggers: PTSD.

25 years. First degree murder. Louis is sent to the worst prison in England, Wakefield. Angry. Depressed. Scared. WARNINGS: Scenes with attempted rape. Suicide thoughts. Mentioning of drugs. Murder.

It was Louis's first day at a new job. He didn't know what he had been thinking when he applied for a job at a mental institution. Crazy people scared the living shit out of him! His introduction was cut short when the famous singer Zayn Malik had been smoking too much weed again and was admitted, screaming he was indeed a golden god. Louis was assigned to the patient in room 28 for the rest of the week. Someone who had been there for years and could help Louis find his way around. Someone with long, brown, curly hair and green eyes. Someone who was the most beautiful human being Louis had ever laid eyes on. Someone who was really determent that he wasn't crazy at all... A little smut, mostly fluff. Purely fictional. Trigger warning: mentioning of drug use, mental health issues

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.

When Harry turned eighteen he woke up the next morning with a voice in his head. He totally freaked out, sure that he was schizophrenic all of a sudden. But the voice heard him as well and introduced himself as Louis. They agreed to keep it a secret until they had figured out what the hell was going on. Neither of them felt like spending time in a mental institution. A really confusing time was in the cards for them were the fact that they heard everything they both said involuntary made them connect on a deeper level. Purely fictional. Some smut warning.

Yellow. Harry called him yellow. Of all things? Yellow? OR Written for the HLSummerFest2020 Based on a prompt. Louis was a mess. A stuttery mess of weak knees and grass stains on his fresh linen clothes, his cheeks blooming a natural pink that matched his sunburnt nose. Upon his return from University, his family abandon the bustling city of London to bask in the comfort of their summer villa. With such a property came maintenance, Louis' father hired a strapping young fellow with tanned skin littered with ink and a charming smile aided by dimples in both his cheeks. Between reading, baking and painting, Louis stares at Harry, he can't help it. They grow close under the sun of Greece in 1989. larryent July 2020 Do not repost/steal my work.