"Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you." Louis would do anything to dance with Harry again.

Harry is an alpha, who everybody wants. Louis is his jealous omega.

Harry wants Louis to teach him how to swim. Louis doesn't want to.

Harry is Louis' alpha, he's the dominant, strong, manly one in the relationship. That is, until Eleanor paints Harry's nails.

AOB MPREG. TRANSLATIONS ARE NOT ALLOWED. "you're an omega, he's an alpha, it'll work out perfectly!" "Nialler. I'll never get a chance with him." "chonces are for losers Lou, just go for it." ----------------- Louis, born as a small omega, loves his time in the ballet studio, working on the choreography for their next dance. he loves it with a passion, he probably wants to do it till his legs give out. on the other side of the studio, there's a boxing hall. that's where Harry comes in. a broad, possessive alpha. he's been working out for almost 5 years, and his abs are an omega/beta's favourite thing. oh, did I mention, he's the son of the most dangerous man in London, Desmond Styles. (very bad written/storyline. read with caution and a grain of salt please...)

Harry Styles AKA England's superhero. He's got it all; the speed, the strength, the ladies.. And not to mention the cocky arrogance. Louis Tomlinson: Harry's sidekick. Few know his name as he works behind the scenes, never getting any recognition for what he does. But what happens when Louis decides that he wants to be known? What happens after years of his disappearance he returns a villain, ready to take on Harry?

{Larry Stylinson/Hogwarts AU} Have I told you lately that I love you? Have I told you there's no one else above you? Copyright 2018, thighhighlarry. All Rights Reserved.

So Louis Tomlinson wiggles a lot... A collection of one shots where the husbands get kinky during the X factor whilst Louis is a judge. Warning: This is R rated, will contain different kinks (mild). None of the characters are depicted in a realistic way, I mean no offence to anyone whose name is used in this.

*This is a Larry Stylinson fanfiction* ~ The mirror cracked from side to side, Shattering, pattering, on the tide, The shards fell down, down to the ocean floor, What a shame that no one could help him anymore. ~ With the candles lit, and the lights off, the boy simply spun three times in front of the mirror. Spin one. "Bloody Harry." Spin two. "Bloody Harry." Spin three. "Bloody Harry." The mirror cracks, and well, you know the rest. ~ A.N. The poem at the top was written by ME. :3 EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY BELONGS TO ME EXCEPT FOR ANY CELEBRITIES I USE AND ANY BLOODY MARY MYTHS I USE. I hope you enjoy it! :)

"I know why you play the piano so beautifully." "Why's that?" "Because you're perfect at everything." {m!preg}