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. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.

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]

Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.

Three years after Harry Styles won the X Factor competition, he finally comes home and faces all that he left behind, including his bitter ex-boyfriend. [Or an au where Louis is still in love with Harry, but he likes to convince himself and everyone else that he's not.] [UPDATED AS OF 2024]

Louis, an upper year Residence Advisor and sexy loudmouth aspiring journalist, pulls along quirky and anxious first year student Harry, determined to help him get the most out of college. The younger boy quickly learns that college isn't just about bad roommates and boring professors, but a place for getting hopelessly lost trying to take a shortcut in the dead of night, getting pulled up onstage in a coffeehouse, getting a bit tipsy and making bad decisions, and maybe even falling for someone entirely off limits. **Trigger Warning: Anxiety/Panic Attacks** *I really appreciate all the lovely messages, but I am not currently looking to translate any of my stories*

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 Cover made by: whatkooloser