Two men. One arranged marriage. A few rules. And many problems.

"No, no. No talking little bug, this is the part where you listen" he cuts me off before I can finish. I'm disappointed in myself for complying to his orders. I told myself when I left him that I wouldn't let him control me like this anymore. But here I am, pinned to the bathroom wall, with his hand securely fastened around my now throbbing erection, feeling my body surrender to Harry's commands. Louis and Harry have a toxic relationship, one that no matter how many times Louis tries to leave, he finds himself back and falling surrender to Harry. It isn't that he doesn't love the dominance that Harry holds when they are together, its the fact that he only feels like he knows half of his life. Harry, always a complex, dark character, holds so many secrets that he doesn't even know how to explain or understand himself. But what he does know, is that his love for Louis is something he can never lose, he knows that the day Louis decides he doesn't want him anymore, there will be no reasons left to live. Just how far will Harry go to protect his secret life, in order to keep his relationship safe, knowing that every secret is slowly tearing them apart.

Louis besucht, zu seinem Entsetzen, eine elitäre Universität, in der der Name Zayn Malik etwas bedeutet, Niall Horan nicht aufhört zu reden, es überall Klaviere gibt und Harry Styles, einziger Sohn eines drogensüchtigen, klinisch wahnsinnigen Ex-Rockers, ein perfektes Lächeln und leere Augen hat. ! NICHT meine eigene Geschichte, die Rechte der Original Story liegen bei Velvetoscar von ao3 - die Rechte der Übersetzung liegen bei mir!

© Tomlinsontoes on ao3 Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don't. "I'm not your personal assistant you know," Harry says once he gets there and Louis lets him in and he shoves the bag into his hands. "I'm your publicist." "I know that," Louis smiles a devilish grin patting Harry in the middle of his chest as he takes the bag, "but look at you personally assisting me," he says looking in the bag and pulling out the Cheetos. I also know that my PA turns his phone on silent at night, and clearly, you don't. Waiting for a booty call or something?" Louis says turning on his heels and scurrying over to his sofa and plopping down. Harry swears he sees a puff of orange dust soar into the air when Louis opens the bag. He's amazed that couch is as clean as it looks.

"DON'T!" Harry abruptly stopped at the edge of the 40-story building at the voice heard from behind and slowly turned around. "Please, don't." Louis begged slowly stepping closer to Harry who was so close to flinging himself off the building to the cold hard floor beneath it. "You're not real." Harry whispered, closing his eyes for a second. He stared Louis dead in the eye before screaming, "YOU'RE NOT REAL!" Louis flinched at the sudden outburst, but he composed himself quickly. "I am, Harry. I'm real and I'm here!" He said extending his arm towards Harry silently asking him to feel him. "No, no, no! You have said it before, but you are not!" Harry shook his head. "It's just the ghost of you." *** Or one where Harry has Schizophrenia, and he refuses to believe that Louis is real even when he is real. This book may contain triggering content for some people, so please read at your own risk. I have done my research on Schizophrenia but if I ever got something wrong or offensive please do tell me. The cover is made by me but the photo credit goes to whoever that took the photo. Happy reading beautiful people! (: xxx - Ash © 2021 @lousbumtohazsdik

"Come on, do it, curse, scream, yell at me, hit me, do whatever you have wanted to do all these years." He just stares at me, not doing anything. "Do something! I made a mistake, and I am paying for it, and as if watching you, letting go of yourself as I'm not able to do anything is not enough! I have to watch our friends suffer the consequences of my mistakes. Our friends are done with our bullshit, Harry. And quite frankly, so am I..." Silence. "Say something for God's sake!" I yell, and I look up just to see him with his head bowed down and his shoulders shaking as he sobs . This is all my fault. This is my mess. ... "I believe you, just like I should have from the start." He says gently, and I just cling on him more as I feel his warmth and hear his heartbeat. "Your heart is beating so fast..." I whisper as if it was a secret. "It's beating for you... Always for you, it never stopped beating for you."