Harry's new dormmate is a sex freak. He is rude and mean and they fight all the time. He is driving him insane. He is also gorgeous and sexy and is driving Harry insane for other reasons, especially since they start having sex. A lot of smut (or the right amount depending on how you look at it.) ;) Purely fictional. Harry's point of view.

It's the Christmas season in New York City. There are far too many mistletoes hanging in Harry's apartment building and there is a pair of mischievous candy cane blue eyes who is responsible. #28 in Christmas, #100 in louis, #97 in larry, #255 in onedirection, #417 in harry, #11 larrystylinson The pictures on the cover are not mine. all credits go to the owner. larryent December 2019 Disclaimer. I do not own one direction or anything with a brand name. This is a fanfiction and purely for entertainment. DO NOT STEAL/REPOST MY STORIES/WORKS. ©larryent

~ completed ~ every morning as harry walks into his class, he sees a message written on the blackboard. for him. no, they don't mention who those messages are addressed to. but it's obvious because they always are linked to harry's previous day. is it some student? or one of the faculty? does harry reply? or will he freak out? ~ or ~ the one where harry styles works as a substitute music teacher in doncaster high school. he feels lonely being in on and off relationships. he loves his life though. by the way, he likes to spend his time talking with a certain sapphire-eyed boy. the one where the security guard louis tomlinson finds himself neck-deep stuck in the green orbs of a certain curly brown-haired teacher. everyone adores him. however, he adores that music teacher who always has his ways with words. there's a ziam version of this story in m works, please check if you ship 'em. all the love. xx

{under editing} Louis is a bitter wedding planner, he did love it once upon a time, until he dealt with too many bridezillas. Harry is the equally hateful brother of the bride whom has been appointed maid of honour. Gemma insist Harry supervise the wedding planning process, mainly for him to get out and live life. Louis and Harry bond over their hatred of weddings and all things sappy. Gemma starts to notice and tries to set them up but they both insist that love is dead.

They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy's face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips. "Hi," he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. "Sorry. Is this okay?" The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis' waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, "Definitely." And then he kissed harder. (When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.) INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

"She wants us to move in with her and - and her kids, of course." Louis blinks harder. "Wait - what?!" He can't fathom it. They've only been dating for five months or summat. "And you agreed to this?! Without even running it by me?!" "Yes," Troy sighs, eyes wide and apologetic, stature provocatively calm in contrast to Louis' jittery one, "and I knew you'd have a reaction like this one, but there's really nothing I can tell you other than... well, that I've said yes already and since you're only fifteen you're coming with me. And... that I'm sorry to uproot you like this, lad. But... yeah. I don't know what more to say." "Wait," Louis can't hardly breathe, "wait - hang on, does - does this mean that-" His dad nods. "Yes. We're moving to Holmes Chapel." or Fifteen-year-old Louis Tomlinson gets reluctantly uprooted from his Doncaster-life when his dad decides to move in with his new girlfriend Anne and her two kids. Speaking of the kids, one of them is this curly-haired bloke who's just a little too pretty for both his own and Louis' good.

They had it all. Reasonable flat, reasonable money, (somewhat) reasonable friends and love beyond all reason. They were perfect. Louis thought.

[completed] "Please don't say anything." "Lou-" "Don't fucking speak," I snarled, my breath hitting the skin on his neck that I was glaring into. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and lapped my hands on each side of his waist, the sensation sending shivers right through me. I said, "I'll do this with you. But you can't tell anyone." ... Where Harry is a boy toy at university and Louis is an efficient student with an uncontrollable sense of sexual desire.

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