"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

Louis has always been an outcast. Now he goes to high school. He has always had feelings for none other than Harry Styles, the school's most popular guy, who gets all the girls and is the team captain of the school's football team. Harry on the other hand, has never paid attention to Louis, barely knows he goes to his school. But what will happen when Louis is forced to go to a party? Will Louis finally get Harry's attention, or will Harry never know who the feathery haired boy is? Highest Rankings: #1 in Larry 21/5-21 #1 in Tomlinson 25/10-20 #1 in Stylinson 22/5-21 #1 in Louis 19/4 -22 #4 in Styles 22/12-20 #7 in Larrystylinson 21/5-21 #338 in Fanfiction

Louis loved being manhandled, he loved being pressed against a mattress and getting fucked hard. He loved being fucked against a wall and Louis loved being spanked. Louis loved being carried and taking bubble baths, he loved wearing pretty lace panties and he absolutely adored being called kitten and princess. Louis loved all of these things, he just didn't know it yet. And what better person was there to teach him then, Harry Styles? Louis' a little interested in writing and Harry's very interested in Louis. They're just trying to make things work. Or the one where Louis gets lessons about sex from, Harry Styles, a man who doesn't know how to love.

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

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞