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

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

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]

Larry Stylinson version of the movie "The devil wears prada". This story is already fully written, updates every week.

He wasn't. He couldn't be. Louis was humping his leg. Maybe he was sleeping, Harry's thoughts spun wildly, having a dirty dream. But Harry knew Louis up and down, the patterns of his breathing, the tension in his muscles - this wasn't sleeping Louis. As if to confirm Harry's thoughts, Louis gripped him slightly and unmistakably ground his hips. A soft moan escaped Harry's lips. Louis stilled. Harry held his breath. No no no please don't stop, God. Louis' hands traveled up his body lightly, the barely there touch making him hiss. "'S this ok?" Louis' voice sounded uncertain, hesitant, like his fingers delicately tracing Harry's spine. Or: A whole lot of cute fluffiness takes a horrifying descent into hardcore godless smut. But it's ok though cuz it's Louis and Harry and they're adorable little cupcakes who love each other very much.

One where tatted and pierced up Louis stumbles upon a strange boy who likes pink sweaters and pretty flower crowns. He sort of changes his life, and Louis can't help but be sort of grateful. Filled with giggles, tears, and new discoveries; A story of first loves, and terrifying beginnings.

one where louis has an eating disorder and works at a café. he meets the baker with the big heart, and horrible flirting skills who just wants to know what's wrong with him.

Harry Styles to wiersz, czekający, by się zdarzyć - myśli Louis, jego oczy śledzą brzoskwiniową skórę i nurt niebieskich żyłek. Chce go spisać, uchwycić obraz zielonych oczu, czerwonych ust i szczupłych nadgarstków... Ciemny atrament rozlany na stronie. Lub AU inspirowane filmem Notting Hill, w którym Harry jest gwiazdą popu, a Louis księgowym i poetą. Gościnny udział wzięli: przeznaczenie, starsza arystokratka i dużo, dużo tęsknoty.

shine! step into the light shine! so bright sometimes shine! I'm not ever going back Harry Styles to początkujący model, desperacko szukający okazji, dzięki której jakikolwiek zdolny fotograf by go zauważył i na jego szczęście znudzony swoimi dotychczasowymi modelami Louis, przeglądał pewnego wieczoru Instagrama, szukając jakiejś twarzy chętnej do zapozowania dla niego i jego obiektywu. w opowiadaniu przeplatają się rozdziały opisowe z rozdziałami pisanymi w formie instagrama nie będe przykladał jakieś dużej uwagi do tego fanfika, ma być czymś do pisania, żeby na profilu nie było pusto so enjoy - fluff, drama - cover by @atelic- - © atelic- ; 2020