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 Cov...
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]
They couldn't be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster, before then he's off to Uni. He has big plans for his future, and thanks to his parent's money he will have no problem achieving them. Everyone who attends his school...
Harry Styles can see ghosts. He’s been able to see them ever since he was 6 years old and nearly died after a car accident. Ghosts come to him to ask for help so that they can rest in peace knowing that the unfinished work they were still on Earth for had been finished. But one day, a ghost by the name of Louis Tomlin...
Louis is stuck with his 4 sisters, as his mother walked out on them. A note.... that was all that was left for them. Louis gets a job to be Mr. Harry Styles butler to wait on him hand and foot, but can Louis figure out Harry, who seems so broken and unfixable?
"But we all know I can make anyone fall in love with me." "Anyone huh?" Louis nodded. "Well let's make this interesting with a bet. I bet you that I can make you find someone who won't fall in love with you." "Do you know who yet? Stanley looked around until his eyes landed on someone. "Yes." "Who?" "Harry Styles." ...
[Completed] Louis Tomlinson needs a biology tutor. But will his biology tutor just teach Louis about biology? Or will they also teach Louis how to love?
"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his he...
"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}
