❝you're the boy who keeps putting candy in my cart?❞ ❝yeah,❞ ❝dude, what the fuck. why?❞ ❝because each one of them reminds me of you,❞ in which a walmart clerk secretly puts notes and a piece inside another boy's cart who comes everyday. all rights reserved, cover done by larrywho (yo) 7/28/14: fanfiction: #831, teenfiction: #977

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.

(Completed) ''You've got a big mouth on you, princess. Why don't you put it to good use? Tomorrow night at my place?'' Harry gaped at Louis and clenched his fists. ''I'd rather not have you fuck me and then dump me like a cheap whore, thank you very much.'' He spat before walking away again. ''Princess?'' Louis called after the boy. ''What!'' Harry snapped. ''You forgot to close your locker.'' Harry rushed back with red cheeks and his bottom lip between his teeth as Louis leaned against the locker next to his and stared at his bottom half without any shame. ''How rude.'' He whispered under his breath before he scoffed and quickly scurried away. Louis' smirk fell and he growled. He will fuck Harry. And when he does, he'll show him who's boss and who's not. Or in which Louis is a player and Harry is a feminine boy's still a virgin and Louis will so anything to take that from him.

Everything changed when Harry had to transfer to North Bridge in his last year of school, suddenly being away from his boyfriend and his friends. Not only were friendships and relationships destroyed, but having to be in the presence of Louis Tomlinson every day didn't make it any easier, especially when Harry started to grow feelings he didn't intend on feeling. Or an AU where Harry and Louis' relationship was only real behind closed doors until it wasn't. [UPDATED AS OF 2024]

Harry and louis were co-captains, problem was they couldn't stand each other. They played well together, but only where football was concerned.

"You think you're so cool Tomlinson, all you do is talk, why haven't I ever seen you do something. Why haven't we seen you do anything, huh?" And by everyone's shock, he kissed him. Right before mumbling. "Why don't you shut that pretty mouth of yours." - Louis Tomlinson is the 'bad boy', and Harry hates and despises the title along with the boy. But maybe that's why Louis keeps the act up, to get Harry to pay attention to him, to actually be on Harry's mind. Because all Louis wants is to be in Harry's thoughts.

❝I'm still confused on why I'm riding a car when I could be riding you, daddy.❞ in which harry is a spoiled princess and gets sexually involved with his family's chauffeur - Louis Tomlinson. © pleasurelouis, 2016

••complete 2014•• on a rainy tuesday a gun was fired ten times within their high school. one loved the shooter. the other lost his best friend to him

Louis: I hate that you're way taller than me Harry: trust me, there's an advantage to it. Louis: what? Harry: when I hug you, you can listen to my heart which only beats for you

Louis Tomlinson lives in Apartment 32B, his bed linen pink and white daisies and his curtains a soft white pattern. On the windowsill, there rests a flower bed full of pretty flowers, ranging from baby sunflowers to tulips. Louis always has soft music playing, to soothe his occasional stress attacks. Across the hall in 33B lives Harry Styles. His bed linen is beige and incredibly simple, messy and never made. Dishes litter the sink, papers are clustered on the counters. Louis would prefer Harry's messy life to stay far from his neat one but he finds that things turn out to be quite the opposite. WARNING: Mature Content (sexual relations, language, drug/alcohol use) wildfl0wermc | Larry Stylinson