"Stop," Harry whispered as the smaller man in front of him placed his soft delicate hands on either side of his head. Harry whimpered as he felt another body press his own. "Never..," there was a smirk in the older, shorter man's face, it made Harry's body tremble in delight. He knew it was wrong, he knew that if his family found out about this, they won't hesitate to lock him up. But he couldn't stop himself. Before he could drown himself in his own thoughts, the smaller man placed his chapped yet warm lips on Harry's. He moaned and visibly shivered causing the older man to chuckle. "L-Louis...," Harry moaned. Fuck! Weren't they supposed to be rivals?

(please don't read this book right now. It is under construction and will not make sense because I'm editing chapter by chapter and will be changing things. Thank you. It should be finished by the end of January. ) p.s i've only edited up to chapter 7 so far so the rest of the book from chapter 8+ won't make any sense what so ever!

"Harry how'd you get those marks on your neck?" "Did you fight Louis?" Or A story in which Louis and Harry hate each other so much they viciously suck on each other's neck to purposely leave bruises, or fuck each other senseless. Because that's how much they hate each other. --------

"What's your name, love?" The unknown man breathed huskily into my ear. My eyes widened as his lips attached to my neck. I gasped at the feeling. He sucked lightly at the skin under his soft lips. I was frozen to the spot in the empty hallway. The small chattering from the kitchen could still be heard as the pain intensified on my neck. "So, what's your name again?" He asked, his lips brushing against my neck, which made me shiver. "U-uh, M-Marcel." I stuttered nervously. Hit bit down harshly on my neck and I winced in pain. I wanted to push him away but I just couldn't bring myself to move at all. "When your mum introduced me I never got your name. You look adorable with those glasses and that vest." He whispered and placed a light kiss on the bruised area. I closed my eyes briefly but opened then back up to get a glance at him. His piercing blue eyes stared back at me. His hair was up and slightly shifted to the side and he was fit. But why was he doing this to a nerd like me? Doesn't he see how ugly I am? He cupped my cheek with one hand and the other on the back of my thigh. "Don't think differently about yourself, babe." He walked away right after he ran his fingertips over my crotch lightly. "I'll be seeing you again." He stated, before walking away from me.

[fem!larry ; completed] Harry nearly chokes when she realizes that Louis is wearing a crop top. A striped little thing that showcases the small swell of her breasts and her flat and -overwhelmingly aesthetically pleasing- stomach. She's also wearing a choker. Which. You know. Is fine. Harry is fine. Harry is totally fine and semi-exclusive with Nick Grimshaw -who is intensely fit and also a lad that Harry has had a crush on for literal years- and she is totally, not at all attracted to the semi-punk rock girl that broke her phone. That doesn't mean that she can't try to be mates with her, though. And that's what she will do. Half of her kind of wants to prove Louis wrong, that she is more than a 'smart, pretty type' of person that doesn't associate with 'punk rock slackers' like her. They are totally a good fit to be good mates, Harry is sure of it. She also kind of wants to have a little bit more of a peek into the alluring enigma that is Louis Tomlinson, but that's something that only Harry and her cat has to know. ((aka: the fem!larry punk rock/flower child au that no one asked for but i decided to write anyways.))

When Harry is trapped in the non stop, flowing stream of hot, hormonal, teenage boys, but he only has his eyes set for one person.

-a story about cute little hershel and his drawings of princesses, one day his drawings are ruined, soon louis comes along and helps little hershel cope. [high school au. feminine!harry] [lower case intended.]

"You have a nice ass, can I touch it?" Or Louis is obsessed with peoples butts especially Harry's