A prestigious university in London, known for its cutthroat academia and political undertones. Both Harry and Louis are esteemed professors in the English department, intellectual giants in their own right, but polar opposites in personality. Harry and Louis have butted heads for years. Their debates are legendary; public lectures where sparks fly, published papers that subtly (or not so subtly) tear each other's theories apart. To the academic world, they are the embodiment of intellectual rivalry. To those who know them personally, it's more than that. For Harry, Louis represents everything wrong with the academic elite: a privileged man who refuses to use his platform for change. For Louis, Harry is reckless, someone who takes risks he can afford because he doesn't fear rejection the way Louis does. But under all the intellectual posturing, there's always been something more.

War steals everything: Love. Friendship. The future they dreamed of. Caught between loyalty and survival, Louis and Harry must decide if love can endure when the sky itself has already broken them apart.

It's Louis' senior year, and he's dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he's also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies "with benefits" was not exactly the plan. Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren't friends, and football is everything.

"Do you have to sleep in my bed though?" Louis couldn't help but ask. "Lou-" Harry groaned. "Sorry, sorry. It's just a little weird..." "Because you're making it weird!" " 'Cause it fucking is! Christ- you got off in front of me!" Louis panicked. Forcing himself up, Harry frowned at Louis like an angry cat disrupted from his nap, "Louis please! Drop it. I wanna sleep." "Okay okay," He whispered, sliding into bed with the boy, "It's dropped." 💿.°˖🏈*✮🖇 It's the 90s, which means there's no such thing as being gay if you want a normal life. Louis sure as hell isn't gay. He didn't think anyone else he knew was either, that is until his best friend made out with him while drunk at a party... Just because Louis didn't hate it, doesn't change anything. Or Louis isn't gay, but his boyfriend is. !toplinson !homophobic, yet gay at the same time ✩ Highest rankings: ✩ #1 hbottom #1 harryandlouis #1 larryau #4 louistomlinson

"You must be Harold, I presume?" Harry couldn't stop himself for what he said next. It just kinda came out. "Looks like I'm already more famous than you." The team let out a chorus of noise, waiting for Louis' comeback. "Mhm. Your lovely principal warned me about you." Louis said, stepping closer, "I was really hoping he was exaggerating about his accusations." His eyes met Harry's, "Was he, Mr. Styles?" ๋࣭ ⭑🌙 ๋࣭⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Harry Styles is your average football-playing asshole. He's narcissistic, arrogant, and way too used to getting his way on and off the field. Louis Tomlinson is the new head coach. Sharp-tongued, unshakeable, and ten years older. For the first time in years, Harry isn't actually in control of the game. He's merely playing it. !toplinson !age gap {10 years: Harry being 19 and Louis 29} !domestic abuse (NOT between Louis and Harry) !kinky (daddy kink, colors, etc.) !slow burn ✩ Highest rankings: ✩ #1 hbottom #1 larryau #1 larrystylinson #1 (louis) tomlinson #1 onedirection #1 bottomharry

Three years after a painful break-up, Harry is at the height of his professional ice hockey career. Focused, driven and seemingly content, he's left the past behind - or so he believes. But when a teammate's tragic murder exposes a dark web of corruption, Harry is forced to face the one person he never thought he'd see again: Louis. As the investigation deepens and old emotions resurface, Harry finds himself torn between the pain of the past and the possibility of something new. Harry has to decide if he's ready to let go of heartbreak... and open his heart to the one who once shattered it.

Charlesden is home of everything boring, where nothing exciting ever happens. Harry dreams of being more than a small-town boy and craves for more, and then in walks a mysterious Louis Tomlinson to turn his life upside-down. Here's to a seventies romance, so much confusion, and some damn good music.

"It's an easy job." He continues, as if Louis wants to listen. "Like I said, a few trips. Parties, students, nothing dramatic." Louis gazes over to Harry. He's looking thoughtful now, eyes on the green like he's talking more to himself than Louis. "Clubbing, drinks. Whatever, the business is just a side thing." That's not how Louis remembers it to be, "You lying?" He honestly can't tell. Harry shakes his head slowly, meeting Louis' eyes. "No," He answers almost toneless. Harry clears his throat, "I won't put you in any dangerous situation." His voice is sincere, Louis can tell he means it, his jade green eyes glinting with truth. or, - Louis Tomlinson is a drug addict, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles. -

In search of a perfect present for his sister, in a Witch shop, Louis comes across a green book and is instantly intrigued by it's beauty and falls in love with it's colour. Being an animator, he uses the new book as his character sketch journal and writes down about his character called 'Lover boy'. But what happens when he wakes up to beautiful boy in his kitchen, cooking breakfast for him? What happens when he realises that the boy in front of him is none other than his own fictional character, Lover Boy? And most importantly, how twisted would it be for Louis to be stuck with the boy with eyes the same shade of green that Louis has recently fallen in love with?

*Story contains mature and explicit content* "Something wrong sweetheart ?" Harry's cocky tone only makes my blood boil more, and I don't even think before I throw my knife to his head. Of course he dodges it easily, and he quickly pulls it out of the wall and throws it right back to my face. Thankfully Zayn and his magical fucking reflexes catch it a few inches away from my head, and Harry smiles, dimples out on display, looking pretty fucking satisfied that he succeeded whatever he wanted to do. Did the fucker just try to stab me in the eye right now ? "You fucking piece of shi-" I start yelling but Zayn is quick to snap his hand to my mouth to shut me up, growling into my ear and roughly pulling me back until I'm pressed against his chest. "Shut the fuck up you dumbass ! Are you trying to get us all killed ??" he pulls his hand away and spins me around abruptly before he shoves me towards the door. "Out. Now." **** Or the one where Louis and Harry kind of hate but kind of like each other, and have to work together when their friends disappear... and then everything changes. **** Reminder: this is simply a work of fiction, this story is in no way meant to represent anyone's actual life nor does it represent my thoughts on the people whose names I use.