((warning!: hey everyone! i wrote this when i was like 15-16? and i realized i never put a rating on this story. it's pretty explicit! (i tagged it as mature but i'm going to put in the description that it's 18+ just so it's very clear)) Orgasms. You see that word and you think it's hot...right? Wrong. What if you had them multiple times a day? In front of your class. Your teachers. Your friends. ... Your mom. Harry Styles is a seventeen year old boy from England, he was recently diagnosed with RGS (Restless Genital Syndrome) And guess who's doing a project on the disorder for his medical sciences class? Eighteen year old, Louis Tomlinson. Imagine if you moaned during your algebra test. How does the word orgasm sound to you now? ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ [© Copyright 2016 All work is property of louuuology, any duplication or reproduction of all or part of the work without explicit permission by the author is illegal] cover by protruding™ playlist for this story: https://open.spotify.com/user/axxmber/playlist/16UmEymIoHwOVdKpemDoQ7

Louis Tomlinson has tried so hard to not be who he really is. He has worked for years to not be a person that people don't accept. The walls he built are slowly torn down by a tall boy with green eyes. Add Louis, Harry Styles, a pride parade, and a kiss together, and there's a story full of love and someone learning that it's okay to love boys because love is love, right? (Louis is a painter who hides his sexuality. Harry is a wedding photographer who embraces his gay pride. Liam and Zayn most certainly have a thing going on, and Niall is content just trying to open a restaurant.) Cover by @stiles24stilinskiXD

Good looks mean nothing if you're an asshole. When Louis, a struggling writer, meets Harry, a world-renowned poet, he learns exactly that. Harry's hurtful words and tormenting comments quickly send Louis down a path of self destruction. And after a certain point, there's no turning back.... Highest ranking: #1 in #Punk #1 in #IHateYou #9 in #louistomlinson #49 in #LoveHateRelationship #52 in #IHateMyself

His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip. His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ❝My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain.❞ • Pirate AU Highest Ranking: #16 - bottomlouis [COMPLETE AT 87.4k]

*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! :)