[CONCLUÍDA, Larry] Todos homens temiam seu nome. Idolatravam sua postura. Seguiam suas regras. Harry Styles era o braço direito de Mark Tomlinson, o maior comerciante de pedras preciosas ilegais da Inglaterra, e mantinha seu status do alfa lúpus mais cobiçado onde passava. Era um homem de muitos objetivos, estratégias e desejos; sendo o maior deles: poder. Louis Tomlinson, único filho ômega de Mark, cursando seu último ano na faculdade de Literatura de New York, totalmente fora dos rastros do mundo perigoso que seu pai fazia parte. Levava sua vida de forma tranquila com uma identidade falsa, esquecendo da vida dupla que tinha, até um dia tudo ruir. Um hacker. Um espião. Um casamento forçado. Unidos e sucumbidos pelo ódio. E a única mensagem clara: Eu nunca vou embora sem levar nada.

In the neon glow of HUSH, an exclusive underground club, love unraveled - fierce and slow - daring Louis, a resilient dancer with a guarded past, and Edward, the enigmatic owner known for his silence, to stay. What began with glances became a journey of healing, found family, and choosing each other in a world that rarely makes space for softness.

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 is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

It's Louis' senior year, and he's dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he's also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies "with benefits" was not exactly the plan. Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren't friends, and football is everything. Hello! This story is not mine!! It's by isthatyoularry on ao3. Also this story was taken down for lord knows what reason but I'll upload it again, I got a lot of messages asking what happened but I have no idea either. Also, I will be uploading the harry's pov to this book as well. Happy reading :)

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)

AU The Dog and Armed Swat Team unite to bust open one of the most active and dangerous terrorism rings in Britain. When Louis gets wounded during a bust, Harry and their team have to race against time to find out if they have a rogue cop amongst them. Please note that chapter 9 (Ambush) contains mature scenes and has been automatically set as 'private' for readers by Wattpad. I cannot change this - sincerest apologies - but that means if you want to read/see that chapter then you have to friend me or whatever it's called here. Feel free to unfriend/unfollow after that chapter, I'll take no offence.

"Take him to the beast." Louis jolted at his words as the two guards came and grabbed him by an arm each. "No! Nooo!" Louis screamed loudly, making even Damon flinch. "I'll get you your money Moreno, c'mon don't do this!!" Louis cried as the two guards dragged him out of the room. ------- This is my story original characters are my own, I don't own one direction. Plz ask before translating, Portuguese version available now!

"Run away from me while you can." The alpha above whispers, his hot minty breathe warming Louis' temple who only looks up defiantly, "What if I don't want too?" "I'm not a nice man, Louis." "Who said I'm asking you to be one." "I'm not what you want, trust me on that, omega." Or The fic inspired by 50 shades of Grey.

✔ CONCLUÍDA ✔ E há quem diga que o que define seu destino não são suas condições e sim, suas decisões. Mas Louis Tomlinson conseguia discordar plenamente desta frase: era solitário, não possuía amigos e além disso, era um garoto cego desde os oito anos de idade. Entretanto, sua vida começa a mudar depois que finalmente faz uma amizade. Niall Horan, que independente de quaisquer limitação, o apresenta para os dois garotos que se tornariam seus melhores amigos. E para Harry Styles que mudaria sua vida de uma maneira que ninguém jamais fez. E sim, talvez a frase do destino que as pessoas tanto almejavam dizer ao garoto invisual, poderia ser mais correta do que ele imaginava.