When Louis Tomlinson met Harry Styles at a bar one late night, neither knew the other's name - just a shared drink, a sharp exchange, and an undeniable pull. But that spark burns to ash the moment truth enters the room. Harry is a mafia boss, feared and respected in equal measure. Louis is a nurse, battling nightly to save lives that Harry's world tears apart. To Louis, Harry has a big ego, more money than sense and he's an arrogant fool who thinks he's fireproof. But Louis sees the aftermath - the bleeding teenagers, the overdose victims, the shattered families - and it all leads back to men like Harry. To Harry, Louis is naive. Self-righteous. Ungrateful. He thinks the nurse's golden heart blinds him to the truth: that the mafia keeps order where the law fails. Harry doesn't have time for moral lectures from a man who only treats the symptoms of a broken system - while he runs the cure, however brutal it may be. They should've walked away that night. But fate - and something far more dangerous - keeps pulling them back. In a city teetering on the edge, love is the last thing either of them can afford. But hatred is just another kind of obsession. And obsession? That's where the danger begins.

Louis moved to a small town with his two young children shortly after his long-term girlfriend Emily left them in search of bigger and better things. His best friend Riley is determined to get him back out there, more specifically determined to set him up with one Harry Styles. Louis hasn't done the best job of covering his crush on Harry but other circumstances make him acting on that impossible...No matter how mutual the crush may be. Determined to create some sort of friendship between the two Harry promises to respect Louis's boundaries. But what happens when Louis can't seem to stick to his own boundaries? A chaptered fic...posted in one part. Because ads are the worst.

"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.

The one in which Niall doesn't know the first thing about sex and Zayn just happens to be the sex tutor his best friend recommended.