Formerly Somebody Come Get Him .•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•. "I don't know, Harry - you're just so innocent. You don't know anything about sex, I -" "Then teach me." "What?" "Teach me, Louis." Louis is one of the best strippers at his club. Despite how submissive he comes off as, he's actually quite dominant. Harry is an innocent college student and his friends decide to take him to a strip club for his birthday. He gets a lap dance from a curvy blue eyed stripper and ends up developing a crush on him and maybe Louis might fancy him too. When Louis finds out that Harry doesn't know anything about sex nor have any experience, he decides to take it upon himself to teach him. He claims that it's a strictly business relationship but could their sex lessons turn into more?

in which; harry accidentally calls his teacher “daddy”, and his teacher accidentally gets a boner because of it. //lowercase intended//

"It's true, I crave you." Where Louis' a hardcore fanboy and loves Harry Styles a lot. (One Direction is Four Direction)

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

The Tomlinson twins are teachers and Harry is the awkward, feminine teen that stole their hearts. Life's about to get harder. -original title: tomlinson twins- » non-edited COVER: @ordinarydonut ???