I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)

❝Don't ever try to get near me! I don't wanna see you.❞ Harry had slurred in his face looking him in the eye. ❝I-I don't understand,❞ Louis managed to say his voice low, pushing a little from the wall holding his left arm with his right hand. ❝What don't you understand? I. DON'T. WANT. YOU!❞ • An AU where Louis finds himself in a marriage he didn't bargain for. Highest Ranking: #1 in TopHarry [COMPLETE AT 33.4K]

[FINISHED 2017] Louis Tomlinson always wanted to have children. At the age of 29 and after years of failed relationships he decided he wasn't going to wait for the right person anymore, so he had a baby on his own. But what will happen when that child gets sick? What will Louis be willing to do to save his child's life? This is a Mpreg story in which male pregnancy is as common as female pregnancy. If you don't like this kind of story don't read it. You've been warned! Finished in January, 2017

This is a bunch of Larry Sick and Hurt one-shots where either Louis is a doctor taking care of Harry, or Harry is a doctor taking care of Louis. It was inspired by my hurt-fic book, "A Slip of Fate" where Dr. Harry took care of his patient, Louis, and I liked the idea enough to continue it in a one-shot book. It doesn't necessarily follow the same characters as in A Slip of Fate, so you don't have to read it, but I recommend that you do because if you like this book, you'd like that one, and it's not that long. I take requests!

Louis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don't understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him. (Cover made by @UniquelyOrdinary)

"So I've been nominated for an Oscar," Louis says carefully. If he's called to gloat, Liam doesn't care; proper phone etiquette be damned, he will hang up. He will. "I know," Liam says. "Everyone knows that." "Right," Louis says. "I didn't know if you," he cuts himself off, and if Liam didn't know better by now, he'd say Lou was nervous. "Didn't know if I what?" Liam asks. "If I was awake lately? If I'd blanked it all out? If I'd turned off the internet and lived like a hermit to avoid your name?" "I was going to say, if you remembered me," Louis says, worry and bitter and so, so familiar. "It was a divorce, Lou, not a head injury," Liam laughs. "Of course I remember you."