"Do you think I'm hot then?" Harry continued with this nonsense, following Louis. "Hell no." "But you said I made you hard- so you must've thought I was at the time." He argued. "I never said you made me hard- I simply said I was horny and drunk. Plus I've never thought you were hot." Louis recalled in his defense. "But you just said you would've acted that way if you weren't drunk." Harry noted, ignoring the second thing Louis said. Fuck. Harry'd trapped him. Checkmate. Quickly Louis turned around, "Jesus Christ. What do you want me to say, Harry? That I wanted to sleep with you?" He got out a little louder than he expected. ᯓ⚽︎ Or where Louis is a very angry person and hates basically everyone- especially, Harry Styles. Being angry and deprived of physical touch isn't exactly a good combination, meaning Louis couldn't really help it when he ended up fucking his least favorite person... !toplinson !grumpyxsunshine (grumpy Louis & sunshine Harry) !slightfemharry ✩ Highest rankings: ✩ #1 toplouis #1 hbottom #2 bottomharry #2 feminineharry

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles were once inseparable. Until one fateful event changed everything. Years later, Louis is a respected forensic psychiatrist and Harry is the city's most brilliant neurosurgeon. Their worlds were never meant to collide again - until one life changing day. But nothing is as it was anymore, because even though some betrayals can be forgiven, some wounds never truly heal.

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too. Don't hum Bolero.

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

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.

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]

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. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.