A boy raised around religion and the discounts for sin, Phil Lester is definitely not one to go around looking for trouble. With his father being the vicar of their local church, Phil has a lot to live up to and has to keep his reputation high if he's to be accepted. He doesn't do parties or drinking; the thought of sex alone is enough to terrify him. So it's no wonder that when Dan Howell, a boy who embraces the life of parties and rebellious acts, shows up to join the church program, Phil starts having trouble keeping himself sane as he tries to teach Dan the path to God. But, religion isn't the thing on Dans mind and he seems to find himself a new toy to play with. [warning: this does contain violence and mature content (as shown) and there's a lot on the topic of homosexuality and negative views towards it from characters in the story. Please read on with care <3]

Harry runs the police station's K-9 unit and Louis is a single father to a newborn and has a few things to figure out. Or Harry and Louis with puppies and babies

"Fuck me." "Maybe later." Or the one where Harry keeps fucking things up in the store and Louis is the rude employee he always has to deal with, but soon finds himself enjoying it. *Completed* ©asbowden14 2016

Written by ListenToTheInk on A03. Louis is a struggling writer living in Paris when he meets Harry Styles, a popstar making his way towards international success. They meet on a Tuesday, Harry leaves the next Monday. In that time, they fall in love and put a lock on the Love Lock bridge before Harry leaves, promising to return. But what happens in five years time when Harry comes back and Louis has a girlfriend?

Harry stood there in the moonlight with his arms wrapped around Louis as the older lad swayed them in front of the building’s door, not sure what to say to him, how to explain himself. But at the same time all Harry could think was that friends don’t do this, two people working together can’t do this. At this point though he couldn’t care less about what he was told he couldn’t do. So before he let go of the man in his arms and without thinking he dipped his head and gently pressed his lips to Louis’ cheek, making the older lad freeze before he grinned softly to himself. “Goodnight Lou.” And before Louis could mutter anything back, before he could ask another question Harry released himself out of Louis' grip and walked towards the door of his building, but not without hearing a quiet “goodnight Haz” behind him. Or Harry Styles. It was a name everyone knew, a person the public loved. But he had one impossible task. Write and record his third album in a month. This is where Louis Tomlinson comes in. He wasn’t famous, not by any means. But this songwriter was going to make Harry's album possible. That is if fans, the media and falling in love don’t get in the way first.

Prince Louis William of York is tired. He's tired of formalities. He's tired of attending events, showing a nice smile and pretending he knows people he actually has never heard of. Well, he probably has, but he couldn't care less about them. He is tired of people knowing who he is, and would like to have some privacy when it comes to his personal life. But most of all, he is bored. He craves something different. Little does he know what kind of "different" he's getting into when he applies to that studying abroad program.

Harry Styles falls asleep a sixteen year old boy nervous about his upcoming X-Factor audition that could make or break his career. He wakes up a twenty-six year old man with a husband and two children, and no recollection of the past ten years.

Gemma Styles is one of the most famous fashion designers in the world. Harry Styles, her brother, an incredible handsome model, is the face of Gemma's new firm. Louis Tomlinson, is just a normal, typical twenty year-old lad, living in Wales. Everything changes one night, when Harry misspells an e-mail address and Louis gets it. Or the one where Harry and Louis are kind of pen pals and start falling for each other, then Harry decides to meet Louis in person. Text copyright © 2015 by kosmicgirl.