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.

"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, "And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like." or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with him. {Ao3 wankersville}

((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

IF YOU HAVE ISSUES RELATED TO ANYTHING IN THIS STORY PLEASE DONT BE AFRAID TO REACH OUT FOR HELP National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-TALK (8255) Crisis Text Line Text 741741 Childhelp National Child Abuse Hotline 1-800-4-A-Child or 1-800-422-4453 LGBT National Hotline 1-888-843-4564 The Trevor Project 1-866-488-7386 or Text "START" to 678678 Louis Tomlinson was raised in a Christian house. He believed in god but he didn't believe the church's teachings. He longed to express himself but his mother was strict to her Christian ways. Louis was gay but he kept it a secret along with the way he wanted to live. Whenever his mother got mad she would hit him then claim, 'I would never abuse you, abuse is a sin. I do what I do to you as diciplin' He just wants to be free. He thought he was trapped until one day when Harry shows up at the bakery he works at. Harry Styles is your typical punk. Screamo music, piercings, tattoos, spikes and chains, eyeliner. He was hated by the town for being different and openly gay. No one ever got to know the real him because in truth he was the sweetest boy ever and was truly caring. When he meets the struggling Louis Tomlinson he can't help but feel intrigued by the older boy. *Sorry I suck at these, just read the story to find out hopefully it will be better than this. This story will have swearing, self-harm, and boyxboy. If any of these bother you please don't read. Also if your last name is Tomlinson or Styles or you know someones who is, I highly suggest you don't read this story.*

I went to Brazil wishing to hook up with as many straight men as I could find but a gay tourist with a nice butt was all I got.

••complete 2016•• harry has an abusive boyfriend and louis moves next door