Harry is fifteen minutes late to the office on the day Louis Tomlinson comes out as gay. Or, the one where Harry's a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League's first gay football player, and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.

"My name is Harry." "I don't remember asking."

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

When sassy, stubborn high school football star Louis Tomlinson meets the new hard-ass team coach, Harry Styles, a heated rivalry sparks between the two and it is evident that the upcoming season is sure to be eventful.

Poor Little Rich Boy - Larry Stylinson. Louis’ dare is simple: to find some sad little rich kid stupid enough to fall in love with him, and win him over by the end of the holiday. In every figurative sense. It’s a challenge that Louis is completely confident he can carry out. So when the perfect, pretty little Harry Styles crosses his path with a seemingly endless bank balance and a head full of romanticism, it looks like Louis has found his idiot.

"Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?" The beautiful man with the perfect teeth smiled and stuck out his manicured hand for Louis to shake, his cheeks burning bright red from blushing. "I'm Harry. Your doll." { Based on Life Size } { Cover by @lunarcissus } { Co-Written with @pleasurelouis }

[Complete] "The only thing keeping you alive.. is that blindfold wrapped around your eyes." Louis agrees to house-sit for his parents during their weekend getaway, making him the perfect target for a group of thieves. dark!harry || hostage!louis