Eager to reach his families expectations, Louis lives a life of secrecy and denial. In one of the most respected households in Doncaster, there's no room for mistake. But when Louis meets Harry styles in his first year of boarding school, it seems all the more difficult to keep himself In check.

Harry and Louis are growing up as brothers since Harry was five when Louis' parents adopt him. They always had a special bond and when there is one thing Louis cares for, then it is his younger brother. He always tries to keep him from bad influences, the mean kids at school and the cruel world. One thing he can't keep him from is puberty, being curious about his own body and exploring his sexuality. And Louis tried, he tried so hard to keep him from all of this, but he realises soon enough that there's no way out of it. Without knowing what he actually causes with that, he helps him wherever he can- just as always. Nothing wrong with that, right? Wrong. What if it gets harder and harder for him to keep his desire and deep feelings- that go far beyond brotherly love- hidden under the surface until he gets to a point where he can't fight against it anymore?

How come falling in love with the person he hated most was so easy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? How could he stand there on the pavement, gorgeous and beautiful, and make Harry fall back into a swirl of desire, when fifteen minutes ago he made his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bash his face into bits. The problem was that more than that, he wanted to kiss him. Between the two options, he would instantaneously choose the second. A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view. ------ Harry's POV of Unbelievers disclaimer: this is not by work, the work is by @isthatyoularry on ao3! ⚠️ ALL CREDITS GO TO ISTHATYOULARRY!!! ⚠️ please check out all of their works and support them by reading their fics on ao3!! Best ranking #2 on Bloodsport #2 on Unbelievers

How come falling in love with the person he hated most was so easy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? How could he stand there on the pavement, gorgeous and beautiful, and make Harry fall back into a swirl of desire, when fifteen minutes ago he made his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bash his face into bits. The problem was that more than that, he wanted to kiss him. Between the two options, he would instantaneously choose the second. A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view. not mine-> isthatyoularry (a03)

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]

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser