This is 100% NOT my fic. This was written by the lovely Tomlinsunshine on AO3 and if she wishes that I take this down I will. There are also some chapters that are rated R and you may need to follow me in order to read them. If you want, you can unfollow right after those chapters. Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.

There was a long moment where Harry didn't actually think Louis was going to answer; where he feared he would be sitting here forever, waiting for this boy to share with him what was so terrible that he was crying, borderline sobbing, on what might've been the most incredible night of Harry's life. And then he answered, and if it was even possible, Harry felt even sadder. "You're it, Harry. You're the best part of me. And I can't fucking leave. Not like this." in which harry and louis are inseparable trouble makers who think they have everything figured out, but as it turns out, they don't, and they have one summer left together until louis goes to university.

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]

He doesn't know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story. Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn's an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam's the pastor's son running away from home, and Niall's the number they call on the bathroom wall. It's 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.

Harry Styles falls asleep a sixteen year old boy nervous about his upcoming X-Factor audition that could make or break his career. He wakes up a twenty-six year old man with a husband and two children, and no recollection of the past ten years.

"Deck the halls with balls of toenails, fa-la-la-la-la, I hate your beard." "I don't have a beard." "I know. It's pathetic." A jolly AU where Harry is an elf-in-training who quits his job and moves to London after the Elder Elves cancel Christmas in the North Pole. He plans to stay in London after that...but he decides to save his favorite holiday instead. And he may or may not enlist the help of his favorite human and full-time scrooge, Louis. ❄ Winner of a 2016 Watty for HQ Love

Length: [ 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5 + Epilogue ] Genre: AU, SingleFather!Harry, DayCare!Louis, slight angst, Romance Summary: Harry Styles returns to Holmes Chapel. Nothing changed except that he left empty handed and returned with a little girl.

"'Dammit Harry!' Niall slams his fist against the wall, so suddenly it causes Harry to jump. He watches as Niall shakes his head, seeming to try and recompose himself. When he does, he looks up with something almost resembling tears in his eyes, and it's hard to tell if they're angry, sad, or a mixture of the two. 'It's like you want it to be him.'" One fateful night, two of the boys are kidnapped. Three are left to search, yet just four live long enough to feel the scars it brings.