"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.

Harry Styles hasst den Winter, die Dunkelheit und die Kälte. Louis Tomlinson liebt diese Jahreszeit, die Lichterketten und den Schnee. Durch einen Zufall treffen die beiden Jungs aufeinander und verbringen eine (schicksalshafte) Nacht zusammen. Abgeschlossen am 25.11.2020 mit 20.080 Wörter.

| To Paradise • Open | Harry Styles - stolzer Besitzer einer Queerbar und absoluter Workaholic. Louis Tomlinson - der Stammkunde, mit dem er regelmäßig in seinem Bett landet. Eine Liebesgeschichte? Absolut nicht, immerhin bringt Louis zu jedem seiner Barbesuche ein neues Date mit. Der einzige Grund, aus dem sie Sex haben, ist schließlich, dass die meisten dieser Typen absolute Vollidioten sind - und Harry der unkomplizierteste Plan B für all diese Nächte... 《Was Harry komplett aus der Bahn warf, war das Lachen. Laut und echt und /Louis/. Gleichzeitig aber auch nicht, denn Louis war auf einem Date und er lachte nicht auf Dates. Denn seine Dates liefen scheiße.》

Louis lives a not so quiet life on a not so quiet street. Starting university was supposed to be easy, that is, until he realises his new neighbour is Harry Styles, and they kind of hate each other, so falling for him is definitely out of the question. (or: Harry and Louis have a complicated past, Niall throws too many parties, Zayn is definitely not pining, and Liam just wants everyone to get along) (This is NOT my story and the cover is not my fan art)

From ao3

"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 tried. He really did. He tried so hard to only love him as a friend but he couldn't do it. Not when Harry was so much more than a platonic 'mate'. Just because of that it cut so deeply when Harry had to rest everything on these three words. A Larry Stylinson fanfiction. mature because: language mostly because Louis Tomlinson is the main character and he swears a lot. There's also a lot of smut like really seriously a lot. Now you've been warned HIGHEST RANKINGS: #8 in Larry

Harry shouldn't be alive. Louis doesn't live until he's found him.

*NOT MY STORY* all credit goes to Fabby on ao3!! Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles. The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right? Wrong. What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry's arrival? (or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis' last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis' worst nightmare to come true.)

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.