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

Louis held him in a bone-crushing hug. He held on to him as if he was going to lose him forever and time was running away. He supposed it was true. [Harry leaves to university two hours away. Louis stays and continues teaching.]

"Infamous boybander leaves club together with unknown," read the headline. Underneath were pictures of a boy with dark curls, green eyes and very tight pants. They both studied the article for a moment, reading it through quickly. "Is that...?" Louis frowned. That guy almost looked exactly like... "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" "Louis," Niall said, looking absolutely fucked over. "You just fucked the most wanted guy on earth. You just fucked Harry Styles of One Direction." Or, the one where Harry and Louis meet at a club and Louis takes Harry home, only for him to realize that the boy who just made him breakfast half naked is Harry Styles from One Direction. (Reuploaded)

Louis and Harry were friends since they were little. Best friends actually. When they were 17 they finally moved in together. It wasn't complicated at all till feelings get in their way and Louis disappears. Leaving a worried Harry behind. Or: The one were a dance ruins Harry's and Louis' friendship, and everything changes.

"I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. Amen." Louis' family is as Christian as they get. Church every Sunday, prayers before dinner, the whole deal. His father is even the priest at their local chapel. Since Louis was young, he was taught the ways of bible. It was basically burned into him. One thing that was constantly preached to him was that being gay is wrong. "A sin." They said. "You'll go to hell." They spoke. "A man shall not lay with another man" But what happens when Louis feels something? Like he doesn't belong.. Like he's different. When a new lad comes into work at the coffee shop Louis is already employed at, all he's ever known goes out the window. He's knows it's wrong. He's captivated by this boy. But everything will fall apart.

When Harry moves in, Louis starts to question his sexuality. Harry erases the line between friends and something more. [Harry is Louis' new roommate. Everything changes.]

The boys are on tour right now. They just arrived in Vegas and check in in their hotel. Normally they had a room for them self but management messed up their room arrangement so Louis and Harry agreed to share a room. Nothing special just two best friends sharing a bed. What could go wrong? Or: the one where a dream turns into reality and friends with benefits is not an option.

Harry didn't expect to befriend a blue-eyed boy with sharp cheekbones and an even sharper tongue in his senior year. Then again, he didn't expect to fall in love either. Closeted romance, false promises and stolen kisses ensues. [Harry and Louis mess around a bit. It turns out to be a problem when Louis is closeted.]

It's Louis' senior year, and he's dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he's also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies "with benefits" was not exactly the plan.