Sergeant Jackson comes home. But he isn't staying. Bobby O'Callahan is going to change that, damn it. A novel in two parts.

"Dangerous? Not haute?" Harry mused. "Why not haute?" "'Course you're haute, babe," Louis smiled. He reached out to fix a stray curl that had dropped down onto Harry's forehead. Harry stared at him with a dimpled smile, and Louis reared his head back to laugh. Harry craned his head back in parallel with Louis', watching him. He couldn't peel his eyes away. Louis Tomlinson laughing was the most beautiful thing in the world. "You're a whole other level of charming, you know that?" Louis said. Harry leaned forward to kiss Louis. They both closed their eyes, savoring the moment. It was a kiss that should have happened ages ago. Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren't supposed to be friends. But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles. 2017. ©️ @13ways

Louis has a used bookshop and Harry has a habit of claiming things that don't belong to him.

Louis hates Harry, which is fine because he would really rather prefer to avoid him at all costs. The only problem? They're soulmates.

Harry breaks up with his boyfriend a day before Valentine's Day and Louis tries to cheer him up.

One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia. Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he? Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy's face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips. "Hi," he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. "Sorry. Is this okay?" The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis' waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, "Definitely." And then he kissed harder. (When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.) INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut. Alpha Harry, Omega Louis.

"I will kill you in your sleep," Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans. "I don't think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time." "I'll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don't call me that." (Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.)

It was a crisp autumn morning, the day Louis Tomlinson waltzed into Harry Styles' life without warning. Cool breezes and nice weather weren't typical in hell-degree-weather-Texas, but neither were lanky boys who wore denim jackets over ratty handed down Rock 'n Roll t-shirts, yet Harry was somehow witnessing both at the same time. 2019. ©️ @groupielovers