Completed The one where Louis is a psychotic little and Harry is his Shrink Rated M for Mature ⚠️ WARNINGS⚠️ Louis will be called baby girl Harry will be called daddy Louis crossdresses Murderous themes Foul language Smut ©️Harrys_Space_Buns2017 All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher

[𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬] [𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓] Where I take the manips you freaky guys make and give them full proper stories... --- Viscount Emerald, Submissive Rockstar, Baby Lamb, High Court, Daggers & Roses, Muse For Vogue, Golden Captain, Commander LT, 'm sorry Lou, Stay With Me, Lost in the chaos, Prince Tomlinson, Aye Cap'n, Mr. Styles [𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣] ---- 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. (𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓) 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐬. ---- Our souls are woven together across timelines, I will always find my way back to you, I'll find you in every universe, in every broken version of us. And I'll love you, We're a love that never should have been, but it's the only one I'll ever know. --- ©𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨

❝Do something interesting, fuck another man.❞ One night. One test. One man between them. A pop star. An accomplice. A predator. A ghost with a shotgun. ... Carmen Wilder had a rule: Prove you're interesting. Louis Tomlinson knew the game. He'd played it before. Harry Styles had a problem. He was already obsessed. No matter how many warnings the Rasta whispered, Harry couldn't hear. She tasted like cocktails and cyanide, and when she told him the price of her love, he didn't even hesitate. - 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙? 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙤 𝙄 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙣 ['𝙋𝙊𝙋 𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏' 𝙗𝙮 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨] - He was a popstar. She was a myth. Louis was somewhere in between. When Harry Styles walks barefoot into Carmen Wilder's penthouse, he doesn't walk back out the same. She gives him one rule: fuck Louis Tomlinson. And Harry listens. What follows is a tour through cities soaked in champagne and sweat: rooftops, opium dens, cryogenic clubs, and bloodstained beds. Carmen leaves lipstick messages on mirrors. Louis fucks like he's been here before - because he has. And Harry? He starts losing track of what's real. There are rules. There are cameras. There's a dead couple whose shadow haunts the game. And somewhere beneath the glitter and the drugs and the bruised lips, there's a popstar who thought he was untouchable. He wasn't. This isn't a love story. It's a slow, glittering collapse. Welcome to the end of the popstar myth. Bring your own Polaroid. ❝Carmen doesn't kill popstars. She makes them want to die.❞

"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.

After admittedly the world's crappiest suicide attempt, eighteen year old Charlie Hogan cannot be trusted to be home alone and is shipped across the country to stay with an absentee, dead beat dad in Florida. And thus begins a summer of transformation; of beaches and swampland, retirement homes and the Electro Complex; an anarchic, anachronistic, apocalyptic world filled up with violence and hedonism, home to the best friends Charlie will ever find. And then there's this mixed up boy- the kind who shoots lightning bolts up your spine, right into your skull- who's about to screw with Charlie's whole world. Forget everything you know about boy meets girl, Electro is a hot wet soup of gender identity, Dr Freud, Dr seuss, interminable sexual obsession and prosthetic penises...[hs au]

Louis leaves for another business trip, and Harry can't help but feel lonely without him.

Some smut shots that i've found on ao3 and i decided to put them here :) probably also some of the best smut i've ever read Disclaimer: ALL credit goes to the original author and in no way do I mean any disrespect to the original works, i'm just here to share them with.

Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in Yorkshire, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

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]

Harry's goal is to become a trauma surgeon so he starts as an intern at the Kemp hospital. He is motivated until he meets his supervisor Dr. Louis Tomlinson. And it looks like Louis doesn't make it any easier for Harry. Will Harry make it to his goal? Even if his dark past haunts him? 'Never stop. One day you will be someone's hope. Someone's lifesaver.' 🩺 This is a medical fanfiction about Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. Story contains mentions and/or descriptions of drugs, abuse , alcohol, mental illness, sex and vulgar language