As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

Not my story - written by dolce_piccante on Ao3 Summary: AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. Words: 333,703 Chapters: 25 Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction. Never happened, not real, no offense is intended. Absolutely does not reflect upon the real life people mentioned in this fictional story. No profit is being made from this work. The story, and its characters, belong to me. Please do not repost anywhere and do not print/distribute. Please do not translate my story, as I am not authorizing translations at this time. This is all meant to be just silly fun. For serious publishing inquiries, please comment with contact information.

© hattalove on ao3 Five years ago, Harry Styles left his tiny hometown to make it big as a recording artist. He didn't have much regard for what he left behind - A life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone. Now, Harry has everything he could possibly want: He's rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. But when said boyfriend proposes to him, he's forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and Louis, who's spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers Harry sent him. OR, an au based on the movie Sweet Home Alabama.

This story belongs to jayjaydray on AO3. Kindly use the link below to check them out. https://archiveofourown.org/users/jayjaydray/pseuds/jayjaydray "You're way off here, darling, because there is not gay in dis-nay, nor will there ever be. You're not a damsel. You're just in distress but I won't be saving you. Save yourself."

Louis tried. He really did. He tried so hard to only love him as a friend but he couldn't do it. Not when Harry was so much more than a platonic 'mate'. Just because of that it cut so deeply when Harry had to rest everything on these three words. A Larry Stylinson fanfiction. mature because: language mostly because Louis Tomlinson is the main character and he swears a lot. There's also a lot of smut like really seriously a lot. Now you've been warned HIGHEST RANKINGS: #8 in Larry

THIS IS NOT MY WORK ‼️ all credits go to Isthatyoularry on AO3📢📢 (I only do that for easier accessibility) SUMMARY : 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. (Read and vote <3)

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

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his. Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted. * by Hazmesentir on ao3

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]

J'étais heureux, j'étais bien, j'avais des amis, une petite copine. J'allais à l'école, comme tout les adolescents de cette terre, j'avais des bonnes ou des mauvaises notes, puis tout a basculé quand j'ai appris que mon coeur ne pouvait plus fonctionner. J'ai tout arrêté, j'ai arrêté d'aimer, d'espérer, de croire, de rêver, de rire, de sourire et de vivre. Je vivais à l'hôpital, mon coeur ne tenait que grâce à des médicaments, puis.. Cette star, ce chanteur que tout le monde aime, Harry Styles, à débarqué pendant la visite des hôpitaux, il a débarqué avec ses cheveux long, ses yeux verts, ses mains chaudes et il m'a fait vivre. Je m'appelle Louis Tomlinson, je suis mourant. Il s'appelle Harry Styles, et il m'a rendu vivant.