Note: this story is NOT MINE, im not the author, it was originaly written and posted in ao3 by: @loverboi Can we talk?" Mike asks. "I actually don't think we have anything to talk about," Will needs to shut this down and he needs to shut it down, now. He stands up, mindlessly rummaging through one of his boxes. Maybe Mike would catch the way too obvious hint that Will would rather do anything, but talk with him. "Okay," Mike slowly shuffles his way into Will's room. Oh, Jesus, no. "Let me rephrase that. We're going to talk, Will." And with that, Mike shuts his door and locks it. Will could feel his eyes going wide, his heartbeat quickening. Okay, so Mike hadn't caught the hint. How the hell does he get out of this?

This is NOT my story all credits go to dolce_piccante on ao3 - In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for. - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4034197/chapters/9071932

A prestigious university in London, known for its cutthroat academia and political undertones. Both Harry and Louis are esteemed professors in the English department, intellectual giants in their own right, but polar opposites in personality. Harry and Louis have butted heads for years. Their debates are legendary; public lectures where sparks fly, published papers that subtly (or not so subtly) tear each other's theories apart. To the academic world, they are the embodiment of intellectual rivalry. To those who know them personally, it's more than that. For Harry, Louis represents everything wrong with the academic elite: a privileged man who refuses to use his platform for change. For Louis, Harry is reckless, someone who takes risks he can afford because he doesn't fear rejection the way Louis does. But under all the intellectual posturing, there's always been something more.

It's winter in Hawkins, and Mike and Will aren't speaking anymore. Living in Mike's house, Will tries to be invisible, spending most of his time in the basement. Then the power goes out - and if there's one thing he dreads more than facing Mike, it's the cold. or Seven nights in which Mike and Will have to sleep in the same bed, even though they're barely friends anymore. (this is story is not mine i figured the wattpad readers should get a taste of this work of art. go give kudos to lameparties on ao3!!)

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.

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the "perfect" girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn't realized he didn't actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson. This story is not mine. Domesticharry(Lis) owns this story on ao3. All credits goes to her.

"It's an easy job." He continues, as if Louis wants to listen. "Like I said, a few trips. Parties, students, nothing dramatic." Louis gazes over to Harry. He's looking thoughtful now, eyes on the green like he's talking more to himself than Louis. "Clubbing, drinks. Whatever, the business is just a side thing." That's not how Louis remembers it to be, "You lying?" He honestly can't tell. Harry shakes his head slowly, meeting Louis' eyes. "No," He answers almost toneless. Harry clears his throat, "I won't put you in any dangerous situation." His voice is sincere, Louis can tell he means it, his jade green eyes glinting with truth. or, - Louis Tomlinson is a drug addict, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles. -

"Do you have to sleep in my bed though?" He couldn't help but ask. "Lou-" Harry groaned. "Sorry, sorry. It's just a little weird..." "Because you're making it weird!" "Cuz it fucking is! Christ- you got off in front of me!" Louis panicked. Forcing himself up, Harry frowned at Louis like an angry cat disrupted from his nap, "Louis please! Drop it. I wanna sleep." "Okay okay," He whispered, sliding into bed with the boy, "It's dropped." Louis promised. 💿.°˖🏈*✮🖇 It's the 90s, which means there's no such thing as being gay if you want a normal life. Louis sure as hell isn't gay. He didn't think anyone else he knew was either, that is until his best friend made out with him while drunk at a party... Just because Louis didn't hate it, doesn't change anything. Or Louis isn't gay, but his boyfriend is. !toplinson !homophobic, yet gay at the same time ✩ Highest rankings: ✩ #1 hbottom #1 harryandlouis #1 larryau #4 louistomlinson

[completed] In 1760s London, amidst the grandeur of gilded estates and the shadowy intrigues of high society, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are heirs to two of the city's most esteemed families. To the outside world, Harry and Louis present a complicated relationship-a bond that borders on disdain, peppered with moments of what could pass as brotherly camaraderie. Yet, behind closed doors, their connection defies the strict conventions of their world. Beneath the facade of disdain lies an undeniable bond, forbidden and fraught with danger.