Harry's looking for an assistant and Louis' looking for a job. Harry is never the one to show emotions or affection of any kind but what happens when Louis comes for the job interview? Will Harry let him inside or push him away?
"Don't you understand?! You must be fucking stupid!" Harry shouted. "Listen here carefully. I don't even want to marry you. You're my parent's choice, not mine!" He added. Or where, "I'm still sane but you're the one who makes me going crazy." Harry said lowly. "Tonight I want you to prove it to me that you're still p...
After Louis finally comes out of the closet, his parents don't take it so lightly and end up kicking the blue eyed boy out of their so called "loving home". Tired and alone, Louis starts to lose all hope whatsoever, all until he spots an ad for a wanted personal assistant that changes his life in ways he could never o...
Larry Stylinson version of the movie "The devil wears prada". This story is already fully written, updates every week.
[completed] ❝ for in dreams, we enter a world entirely our own. ❞ In which Harry falls in love with a boy who only exists in stories and drawings. Until one day, he's real. (side pairing; Lashton) © 2016 HiAndOops
Harry Styles became the fastest selling record artist with sold-out concerts and an award winning actor. He proved to everyone that he could make it to the top without his bandmates. He was happy. Was he? Louis Tomlinson had not been seen and visible in the limelight. No paparazzi, no cameras, no pressure. He lived a...
❝ i'll know it's you. i could never forget your voice, baby. ❞ 𝙖 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (??) 𝙖𝙪 ✎. ° 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 [; for author reference ] 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: °. '*' #1 fanfiction #1 hanjisung #1 textingau
***AVAILABLE AS KINDLE OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON*** good with words; in minds, on lips, on tongues, in pages. 1982 Louis is a writer living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Harry is a figure of colors, curls, and dimples and a thousand words Louis never anticipated writing, a thousand things he never anticipated feeling. highest...
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 Cov...