In his second year of university Louis Tomlinson is battling depression and barely managing to stay afloat financially. Meanwhile Harry Styles who is known by everyone and invited everywhere is fighting his own battle and convincing himself to be someone he's not. When Zayn, Louis's roommate has Louis do him a favour in exchange for the months rent, the two lost souls meet. -I just want to mention here that there is a trigger warning I won't mention if triggering topics are in certain chapters- but please note there will be mention of depression, self harm, substance and drug abuse.- This is also the first book I've written so please be nice! Ok that's all!!

Louis makes friends, discoveries about himself, questioning many things along. ---- Tired from their four hour long journey, they arrive at their destination in London. His residential university(for boys only), where he's going to spend three years studying Business and Statistics.( oh well don't ask me why). This is where Louis Tomlinson is gonna be spending his three years in gloom and despair in a corner in his room because he's not good with people (Well that's what he imagines his college life to be like). Well that's gonna change when he meets his new best friends... ----

ALMOST 3K READS! you guys are crazy!! TYSM Louis Tomlinson is studying at Rydall High School, he is the best and most popular both student and soccer player in the school. He doesn't really like the nerds at the school, and he really never talks to them, but what happens when a new student, a nerd, joins his class and suddenly is found very interesting. Highest rankings: 71# larrysmut (14/03/24) 63# harrybottoms (12/01/24) 5# mpregharry (02/02/25) 11# harrybottoms (04/03/25)

Harry and Louis make a deal. [completed]

Louis, an upper year Residence Advisor and sexy loudmouth aspiring journalist, pulls along quirky and anxious first year student Harry, determined to help him get the most out of college. The younger boy quickly learns that college isn't just about bad roommates and boring professors, but a place for getting hopelessly lost trying to take a shortcut in the dead of night, getting pulled up onstage in a coffeehouse, getting a bit tipsy and making bad decisions, and maybe even falling for someone entirely off limits. **Trigger Warning: Anxiety/Panic Attacks** *I really appreciate all the lovely messages, but I am not currently looking to translate any of my stories*

"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.

[COMPLETED] Sequel to Breathing Harry helped Louis leave his old lifestyle behind, and they built a seemingly happy life in Doncaster. But how long before Louis's trauma begins to resurface? heavy mentions of drug abuse, suicide ideation, and age regression highest rankings 🥉- aularry - 1.18.2025

Louis and Harry agree to be friends-with-benefits under one condition: they keep it casual, and nobody falls in love. Of course, that is easier said than done.

"You're still seeing in black and white?" Liam said, no longer beating around the bush. "Yeah, but maybe there's some kind of problem, you know?" "The problem is that you're still with Eleanor even though you know she sees colors." "But maybe there's just a problem with me and I'm never going to be able to see colors and she is my soulmate. Maybe there's just something wrong with me." I tried to argue but we both know that that's not true. Soulmates and colors are almost an exact science, there can't be anything wrong. The colors don't make mistakes. "Do you see colors with Eleanor?" He asked, already knowing the answer. "No..." I answered after thinking about it for a second. I don't know why I thought about it. It never changed. "Then she's not your soulmate." He said matter-of-factly. "Okay, then who the hell is? Who's my soulmate and why haven't I met her already?"

Talk of a reunion forces Louis and Harry to face each other after four years of silence. When Louis arrives, he accidentally reveals that he can't live or get through his constant anxiety attacks with out Harry's jumper that he kept. It still smells like him, faintly. Harry decides that they just need to finally talk. So they dive into a bumpy ride of going through what drove them apart. Closure is healthy... right? === This fic was originally posted on ao3 (I am the author) but I thought wattpad readers might like it too