This is NOT my story all credits go to dolce_piccante on ao3 - In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for. - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4034197/chapters/9071932

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

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.

Louis has always lived a dangerous life. Now he's trying to lay low, but he has to admit that being alone is a struggle. He never wants to get attached to anyone because it would risk their life as well, but he just can't help feeling something for the boy next door. The boy that loves flowers. The boy with all the roses. Someone so innocent, it would absolutely kill him to ever put him in danger, but love is a dangerous game.

Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome Five years. It's been five years since Harry last saw Louis. Five years since he was kidnapped by Liam and Zayn. Five years since he's truly been happy. Now, Louis is finally being released from prison, and Harry doesn't know what to do about it or how to handle it all. All he knows is that he still feels something. Yet he knows that Louis isn't good for him. Will Harry risk hurting someone close to him and losing the respect of his family for one guy? Or will tragedy ruin, not one relationship, but many others? "Being around you just brings everything back. It's almost like I have no control when I'm with you."

My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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

"I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. Amen." Louis' family is as Christian as they get. Church every Sunday, prayers before dinner, the whole deal. His father is even the priest at their local chapel. Since Louis was young, he was taught the ways of bible. It was basically burned into him. One thing that was constantly preached to him was that being gay is wrong. "A sin." They said. "You'll go to hell." They spoke. "A man shall not lay with another man" But what happens when Louis feels something? Like he doesn't belong.. Like he's different. When a new lad comes into work at the coffee shop Louis is already employed at, all he's ever known goes out the window. He's knows it's wrong. He's captivated by this boy. But everything will fall apart.

"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. - {not my story} COMPLETED

Harry Styles has a problem and its name is Louis Tomlinson. When the boys of One Direction go on a vacation in 'Paradise', Harry can't help but think that maybe things will go his way for once. However, he soon realizes that keeping his love for his best friend and band mate a secret is much easier said than done; especially when every night his mates decide to partake in the childish and sometimes dangerous game of Truth or Dare... (Book 1 of 3) -re-edited in 2021-