Based in a strict religious settlement in England, sixteen year old Harry Styles had never had much to do with the misfit Louis Tomlinson. Blind to love and much common sense at all, as he and his neighbour grow closer maybe he'll learn a thing or two about love and life. And just how society treats the people that don't fit into the box they want you to. And how family is the people you choose. Louis. A shunned gay labeled as corrupted by the devil. And well, he has a plan. A plan to run away. Something he never thought he'd put aside for anyone. Turns out Louis isn't the only one who needs to learn about love. And he's not the only one needs to run away

Harry never had issues with making friends, so when his family moves to the other side of the country and he attends a new school he finds connection quickly. But he notices that something in this school isn't as it seems and the mysterious guy no one really knows anything about takes up his mind. Mysterious things start to happen to him. Accidents, strange encounters and near death experiences- and somehow Louis seems to always be close. That makes him question: is he one of the good or bad guys? OR Harry moves to a small town and figures out secrets that should've stayed hidden and falls for the only person who could protect and kill him at the same time.

"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.

Harry Styles, the privileged son of a wealthy businessman, and Louis Tomlinson, the son of a man deeply indebted to the Styles family, are forced into an arranged marriage. While Louis is determined to make the relationship work, Harry remains indifferent to his so-called husband. Can their union ever find harmony?

Louis is a bitch but not to Harry since Harry is his baby. Or a story where Louis has a bad reputation but nothing will stop him from protecting his little one, preventing anything bad that high school or life could have in store for him.

"You are so, uhm . . . parfait." Harry says, blushing slightly when Louis gives him a confused look. "What?" Louis asks, glancing at Liam who has his eyebrows scrunched together and is glaring at Harry. "Perfect . . . This guy called you perfect, Lou." Liam states sternly, crossing his arms and looking at Harry. "Oh," Louis blushes a bright pink. "Merci." he thanks the green eyed boy, Harry grinning, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Oh hell-" Liam gets up from his seat and walks over to Louis, pulling him back and kissing his boyfriend roughly. [bottom!harry] © pleasurelouis, 2015 - 2016

"Harry how'd you get those marks on your neck?" "Did you fight Louis?" Or A story in which Louis and Harry hate each other so much they viciously suck on each other's neck to purposely leave bruises, or fuck each other senseless. Because that's how much they hate each other. --------

"Congratulations Mr. Styles you're pregnant." "But I'm a boy." "Well...no, not technically."

Alright, another Railed story. Sorry in advance. Harry and Louis have some new ideas they want to try out and text the four men and ask them to bring some friends. Warnings: SMUT!

Harry and Louis have an anniversary coming up and decides to call the four men to get railed at the same time. Purely fictional. Filthy, purely smut. Smut warning.