Meine erste Geschichte 😉 yeah .Naja was soll ich sagen hmmm achja kann Spuren von Folter und depressiven Handeln enthalten und viel Spaß beim lesen .

NOW WITH BONUS SCENES Louis Tomlinson had thought that he'd enrolled himself into a normal, albeit a little out-of-the-ordinary English class when he signed up for "Imaginative English and the Arts." Maybe he'd just have to be a bit more creative than usual. He was always up for a challenge. When everyone was handed a sheet of paper and told to list the names of everyone in class from least to most favorite, Louis should have taken it as a hint to run as far away from that classroom as he possibly could. Or the one where Louis has to figure out 10 things he admires about Harry Styles, his self-proclaimed enemy, by the end of the school year.

How come falling in love with the person he hated most was so easy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? How could he stand there on the pavement, gorgeous and beautiful, and make Harry fall back into a swirl of desire, when fifteen minutes ago he made his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bash his face into bits. The problem was that more than that, he wanted to kiss him. Between the two options, he would instantaneously choose the second. A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view. (I think everyone knows, I do not own this book. All credits to @isthatyoularry I'm just posting it on Wattpad cuz I can't for gods sake figure out how to use AO3)

"Where are we?" "Um. A little while out of London?" Niall tries, seemingly the only one willing to not be mysterious and provide Harry with information, and. Oh. "London London? As in, the capital of England London?" he asks, just in case he'd misheard. "No, the other London," Louis laughs, low and biting. He comes closer finally, the moonlight just enough to reveal a sharp-cut jaw and pale skin. "Sorry, Pup." Nobody's ever called Harry a "pup". Frankly, he finds it quite insulting, but he lets it slide to try and comprehend his current crisis. * by hattalove on ao3

What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. THIS IS NOT MY STORY. ALL CREDITS TO dolce_piccante ON AO3!!!!

The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis' palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him. "Captain," Malik greeted. Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik's boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis' neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible. There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis' distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis' chin with it. Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles. OR The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.

Louis is an angel who is just a little too bad to be good, Harry is a demon who is just a little too good to be bad, and they're both a little too in love to be impartial when angels and demons go to war. Louis has been alive since life was a mere concept; he watched the summoning of Man into existence, he was there when Eve took the apple. He's seen seas break the world into separate pieces, he's watched empires crumble into dust. He's seen wildfire consume cities, he's seen the world painted white with snow. He has known the most beautiful humans to walk the planet, he has watched the most powerful mortals gather their riches and influence around them and then die just like the poorest, weakest humans do. He's met humans whose motives defy explanation, people who use their lives as battering rams, as tools, as weapons, as chess pieces. None of that stopped Louis in his tracks. But Harry did.

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

"If you hadn't noticed, I don't have many friends," Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat. Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis' stomach shake. "I'll be your friend." - 1970's AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis' life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger. This book belongs to fondleeds on A03

Louis lives a not so quiet life on a not so quiet street. Starting university was supposed to be easy, that is, until he realises his new neighbour is Harry Styles, and they kind of hate each other, so falling for him is definitely out of the question. (or: Harry and Louis have a complicated past, Niall throws too many parties, Zayn is definitely not pining, and Liam just wants everyone to get along) [this is NOT my work. full credits goes to @thecoloursneverfade on ao3]