"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

"You must be Harold, I presume?" Harry couldn't stop himself for what he said next. It just kinda came out. "Looks like I'm already more famous than you." The team let out a chorus of noise, waiting for Louis' comeback. "Mhm. Your lovely principal warned me about you." Louis said, stepping closer, "I was really hoping he was exaggerating about his accusations." His eyes met Harry's, "Was he, Mr. Styles?" ๋࣭ ⭑🌙 ๋࣭⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Harry Styles is your average football-playing asshole. He's narcissistic, arrogant, and way too used to getting his way on and off the field. Louis Tomlinson is the new head coach. Sharp-tongued, unshakeable, and ten years older. For the first time in years, Harry isn't actually in control of the game. He's merely playing it. !toplinson !age gap {10 years: Harry being 19 and Louis 29} !domestic abuse (NOT between Louis and Harry) !kinky (daddy kink, colors, etc.) !slow burn ✩ Highest rankings: ✩ #1 hbottom #1 larryau #1 larrystylinson #1 (louis) tomlinson #1 onedirection #1 bottomharry | Weekly updates |

harry goes to walmart to buy supplies to kill himself, but when he bumps into a blue eyed boy- who claims he's his guardian angel-, he's willing to stay a little longer. cover idea credit to: @-voidallison

For years, Tomlinson has been the life of the party, making headlines with his wild antics and legendary escapades. With Niall Horan on drums and Liam Payne shredding on guitar, the trio became synonymous with sold-out shows and late-night revelry. Tomlinson's name was practically a fixture in the tabloids, his every move scrutinized and dissected by fans and paparazzi alike. Meanwhile, Styles skyrocketed to fame at a tender age, his smoldering gaze and undeniable talent captivating audiences worldwide. From the moment he stepped onto the stage at just 16, stadiums filled to the brim, and his ascent to superstardom seemed unstoppable. Yet, behind the glitz and glamour, whispers circulated about his elusive love life, with lovers coming and going as quickly as the flashbulbs could capture them.But then, in a plot twist no one saw coming, Tomlinson and Styles were spotted together-holding hands, stealing kisses, and defying all expectations. How had the party prince found solace in the arms of the brooding heartthrob? Tomlinson and Styles have rewritten the script, proving that in the unpredictable world of fame, love knows no bounds. Stay tuned as we unravel the mystery behind England's hottest romance!

Harry pays him to dance, Louis enjoys the sex on the side, and that's all that ties them together. Whatever else the enigmatic man does is none of Louis' fucking business. Louis works at a club owned by infamous Harry Styles, leader of the largest criminal organization this side of the country. As they twirl closer together, police and rival gangs start to gain the upper hand, forcing everyone's loyalty to be questioned.

Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.

Larry Stylinson Story (Completed) This is a story where a ballerina meets a fucked up quarterback. Rated R: language, drugs, violence, and sexual content Enjoy ;) (credit to the manip: larryspineapples)

Harry Styles is 19 years old and the best boxer of his generation - celebrated, feared, idolized. Everyone knows his name, everyone wants to be like him. But behind the fame lies a secret: to finish his high school education, Harry is living a double life. As "Edward," a shy, unremarkable student with glasses, he quietly attends Eastbrook High. No one knows who he really is - and that's exactly how he wants it. Until Louis Tomlinson shows up. Louis is the new kid at school - smart, stubborn, with strong opinions: he despises shallow fame and especially Harry Styles, "that arrogant guy from TV," as he calls him. But from the very first moment, he feels drawn to "Edward." What begins as a quiet spark between two outsiders quickly turns into a dangerous game of truth and deception. Because the closer Edward and Louis get, the harder it becomes for Harry to hide who he really is. And when Louis's own past catches up with him, they suddenly find themselves in the ring - not with fists, but with feelings that hit harder than any punch.

Louis and Harry are devoted Swifties who meet by chance while queuing for the Eras Tour. It all sort of spirals from there and turns into chaotic flirting, cosy nights, too many feelings and maybe a little bit of fate. It's fluffy, messy, romantic and very them. Expect an alarming number of Taylor lyrics, dramatic tweets, chaotic friends and two idiots trying to figure out what the hell they're doing.

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.