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

This is NOT my work. This story belongs to purpledaisy on Archive Of Our Own. If you would rather read it on ao3, here is the link: archiveofourown.org/works/12329163/chapters/28033731 ~ Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. "I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully." His voice is low and steady and somehow that's worse than when he was yelling. "So far, you've put your sticky fingers on everything I've tried to do." "Sticky fingers?" Louis repeats, offended. "Are you saying it's my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don't go blaming me." "Polk-A-Dot Drive In," Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes. - A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

Louis moves into a flat while he’s at university, his next-door neighbour, Harry, who he’s never seen is rather loud at night. Louis confronts him about said noise and the two start to chat through the rather thin wall between their bedrooms. Will they ever meet, and if they do… what could ensue for the both of them?

"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}

" M Y S U F F E R I N G I S Y O U R H A P P I N E S S " - Bah alors Tomlinson, tu boites ? Si tu t'es fait trop prendre ce week-end, pense à consulter. Le bouclé ponctua sa remarque d'un ricanement et passa devant le châtain avec sa bande. - Le laisse pas t'atteindre Louis, il n'en vaut pas la peine... Se faire harceler par Harry Styles, le cliché du mec populaire, adulé et respecté par tout le monde, soutenu et suivi par sa bande dans ses moindres faits et gestes : c'était devenu le quotidien de Louis depuis cinq mois. Cinq mois que l'année avait commencée. Cinq mois qu'il avait été désigné comme la nouvelle victime. Cinq mois qu'il se renfermait dans son mal-être. Cinq mois qu'il se laissait faire sans rien dire. Mais que se passerait-il si le loup s'éprenait de l'agneau ? L O U I S T O M L I N S O N A N D H A R R Y S T Y L E S Publication orginale sur Skyrock : souls-destructed.skyrock.com (esthétiquement plus sympa niveau mise en page mdr)

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his. Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted. * by Hazmesentir on ao3

"And he has curly hair." Louis says dreamily, his head resting on his hand. "The brightest green eyes and the cutest dimples. God I just love talking to Harry. He gets me. Same sense of humour, can handle my sarcasm and he is so sweet." "You're so gone for that boy." Eleanor shakes her head fondly when she looks at her best friend. She has never seen those heart eyes on Louis before. "Why don't you meet up? The two of you have been texting now for a few weeks and you seem to click. You said he lives in London too, right? Just go for it, Lou. You deserve a nice boyfriend. Your smile hasn't been wiped off your face since you started texting. What's the problem? He has asked you to meet a few times already, no?" "I can't." Louis' smile immediately vanishes like snow in the burning sun. "Why not? Come on, you are not the nervous type, Tommo. Just go for it. If it doesn't work romantically at least you had some fun, no?" Eleanor nudges her friend with her elbow and takes place next to him on the couch. "Promise me you don't get angry, El?" Louis bites his lip nervously. "What? No, I could never be angry with you. What's wrong, Louis? Come on you can tell me!" "He thinks I'm you..." When Louis' best friend Eleanor hasn't dated in a while, he decides to take the matter in own hands and create a profile for her on an online dating app. But what happens when a guy with brown curly hair and the brightest green eyes starts texting? Maybe Louis' decision to play Eleanor is not the best one he has ever made, for sure not when he develops serious feelings for the boy who is supposed to text his best friend.

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Harry Styles is the owner of a very popular strip club called LURE and he happens to need a new stripper. When he spots a perfect brown-haired boy in the mall and over hears him saying he needs to make lots of money and he needs to make it quick, he doesn't hesitate in offering him a job. Will the boy turn it down, or will his need for money coax him into taking it? [this is a Slow Burn story so if that's not your thing, don't read, this is your warning so please no NEW comments complaining about it, thanks :)]

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]