Harry Styles is a rookie journalist forced to work the gossip desk at a major New York magazine. Louis Tomlinson is the A-list actor who doesn't appreciate Harry or his articles. I did not write this. All credits go to dancingontheceiling on ao3.

The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did. ------- this is not my work!! it's velvetoscar's on ao3. I'm just publishing it so it would be easier for me to read it!! :)

Apro il frigo. Faccio vagare il mio sguardo all'interno per trovare ciò che cerco. Sento una presenza alle mie spalle. Mi volto e incontro lo sguardo di Louis. «Non mi piacciono i ragazzi, Harry.» Lo fisso sconvolto. Se il suo obbiettivo è quello di mettermi in imbarazzo, ci sta riuscendo benissimo. Fa un passo verso di me. Mi sposta un riccio dal viso provocandomi brividi per tutto il corpo. Mi ha fatto capire gentilmente che non è interessato. E perché continua a guardarmi in quel modo? Sono frustrato e confuso. Una lacrima scivola sulla mia guancia. Mi pento immediatamente. L'espressione di Louis cambia radicalmente, sembra...dispiaciuto? Devo ricordarmi di non piangere mai più, sto diventando troppo sensibile. Louis poggia un dito sulla mia guancia e elimina la lacrima che era precedentemente scesa. Separo le labbra per la sorpresa. Il suo tocco è delicato. Poi improvvisamente poggia le labbra sul punto dove era presente la lacrima. o Dove Harry si innamora perdutamente del fratello della ragazza che lo ha salvato. Louis però è etero, o almeno è quello che crede.

There's a boy sitting on the branch. Harry's sure he's a real, live boy, not a pretend one. Only- he doesn't look like any boy Harry's seen before. Because he glows. His skin looks like there's a gentle light coming out of it, and if Harry squints- are those colours on the boy's skin? Harry suddenly thinks, looking at him, that he looks just like the sky. [louis is a fallen star and harry brings him home. told over the course of fourteen years.] This is not my work the author of this is tinyweirdloves on archive of our own. All the credit goes to her!! Simply posting for the Wattpad community 😊 link to her page here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3724387/chapters/8251465

The last thing Harry wanted was to spend his entire summer stuck with his dad's new fiancée and her kids. He wants no more when he learns she's a very religious dictator, raising a sixteen year old nun and a clean cut potential priest ass kisser. Everything takes a slightly different turn, however, when Harry finds out his future step-brother is actually the rude stranger he caught sucking off a guy in a pub, far from the reserved Christian his mom thinks he is... AU where Harry is a sexy nerd, Louis is a great actor, and they both pretend to hate each other's guts to convince themselves they're not feeling things future step-brothers shouldn't feel...

Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in Yorkshire, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit

Harry Styles is the Villages dress maker. One of the best. Problem is he works for his horrible step father, who treats him like dirt. Harry sleeps on the floor in the basement of the shop, as his step father won't have him in their house. The Styles household is one of the richest families in the village but Harry is the poor gay boy that has barely enough to eat. His best friend and co-worker tries to help him as much as possible without getting into trouble with her employer. Louis Tomlinson is the prince of the land, and is being forced to marry a young girl. To find the right girl, the King and Queen has organized a royal ball for every man, woman and child. But what awaits the prince, is something no one could predict...

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]

Harry/Louis, accenni Liam/Zayn; Niall/Barbara | Pirate!AU, Pirate!Louis, Pirate!Harry. Conteggio: 106 k parole, in tre parti. Harry e Louis si potrebbero descrivere in molto modi. Pirati. Amanti. Amici. Nemici. Un viaggio, pieno di insidie, li costringerà a fare i conti con il passato e affrontare i loro sentimenti. Dalla storia: "Ho sentito tante storie in questi anni, e ne ho la dimostrazione pratica e certa!" affermò con enfasi. "Storie?" chiese, inclinando il collo, con curiosità. Il maggiordomo sorrise. "Ne volete sentire qualcuna?" domandò. Il giovane lo studiò attentamente. Poi, iniziò a guardarsi intorno a destra e a sinistra, prima di far cenno di sedersi di fronte a lui e annuire quasi timidamente con il capo. "Mi farebbe molto piacere, sì." Il maggiordomo eseguì tacitamente i suoi ordini e, con un sorriso, appoggiò entrambi i gomiti sul tavolino. "Vi avverto, signore. È una storia di pirati, dove la perversione non ha limiti. Siete sicuro di essere disposto ad ascoltarla?" domandò. "Non ho paura di una semplice storia" replicò. "Ne sono felice, allora. Una storia d'amore tra pirati va sempre oltre l'immaginabile" sorrise.