Does Louis hate his illness? Without a doubt. Does Louis hate the curveballs life keeps throwing at him? Absolutely. Does Louis hate Harry more than anything else? Oh, with a passion. Their mutual loathing is practically an art form, and Louis is perfectly fine with keeping it that way forever. But life, as always, has other plans. Over time, dislike grows into a surprising connection that goes deeper than either of them could ever have imagined. In the midst of loss, hope and Louis' illness, which almost costs him his life, they realise that even the strongest walls can fall. And maybe, just maybe, the person Louis thought he couldn't stand turns out to be the one he needs most.

People at Northbridge don't say his name. Harry doesn't belong to anyone-and he's not supposed to want to. But the moment Louis is placed in his dorm, something shifts. Lines blur. Rules break. And suddenly, the one person Harry was never meant to care about becomes the only one he can't stay away from. They were never supposed to fall. And in a place built on control- love is the most dangerous mistake of all.

Harry never planned on doing this alone-but pregnancy has a way of rewriting everything. Louis was supposed to be his caregiver. Nothing more. Nothing less. Somewhere between routines, quiet mornings, and learning how to be held, care becomes something deeper. More Than Care is a soft, slow-burn mpreg story about chosen family, bodily change, and love that arrives gently-without asking to be earned.

Louis's life was supposed to be perfect. He was engaged, happy, and recently scored his dream job as an art professor at a university. So then, why can't he stop thinking about the mysterious mute student in his class?

"Does Harry always look that sad?" "He's been sad since I met him." Harry lives in the rugged quarters of London and works at a café. His life has been reduced to attributes: chain-smoker, runaway, depressed, infinitely lonely. His relationship is ripping at the seams, he's short on cash and the newest regular at work won't stop bothering him. Winter has never been colder.

"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.

Note to self: next time you go on a field trip to another country with a uni class, DO NOT miss your flight with the one person that annoys you the most. Or, Louis and Harry miss their flight and are stuck in Greece without money, phone battery or food. And they absolutely totally cannot stand each other... in the beginning. OR, a fic based on the lyrics of Keep Driving that I wrote about two years ago but I love it so much that I decided to rewrite it, add some scenes and make it longer. I call this: keep driving (ten minute version)

"Fuck you, Styles!" "You wish you could, Tomlinson." And boy did he. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ tw! please read with caution! ✧ homophobia ✧ ab*se

im damned to loving you...-miguel