Harry was gentle, an angel for everyone who knew him. Harry was tall, really tall. He had an slender body, but not in a unhealthy way; he was well built, his long torso connected with his kilometric and, just in the perfect amount, muscled legs. His hands were big but always gentle, his skin white as porcelain always with a light blush on his cheeks. Harry's soft chocolate curls always laid wildly on top of his head was always under a flower crown himself always made. And then, we had Louis Tomlinson, who was literally the opposite to the lovely Harry. Louis was one of those who were feared for everyone, his attitude was bad to say the least. Lou was part of a gang, people said that they were drug dealers, that they were always vandalizing buildings including their own school and if you asked the right people they would tell you how they stole from every store they had the opportunity to do so. Sadly, just half of all the things people heard about him were true. They were made for each other, their relationship was meant to be but it was not a pleasure cruise, after all, all the things that are worthy in this life take a little bit more.

Today was the day Louis Tomlinson got taken from his parents to be sold to none other than Harry Styles. Harry didn't plan to obtain a 16 year old virgin for his prostitute ring, however he didn't plan on treating him any different. And he stuck to that plan up until everything started to change.

Harry Styles is the owner of a very popular strip club called LURE and he happens to need a new stripper. When he spots a perfect brown-haired boy in the mall and over hears him saying he needs to make lots of money and he needs to make it quick, he doesn't hesitate in offering him a job. Will the boy turn it down, or will his need for money coax him into taking it? [this is a Slow Burn story so if that's not your thing, don't read, this is your warning so please no NEW comments complaining about it, thanks :)]

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Louis Tomlinson was trying his hardest to be strong. He was always depressed because of hate from the fans. Every night, he felt like angels were singing to him as he cried himself to sleep. His life was miserable and no one knew about it. That he was sad, he cried everyday...that his smiles, his laughs were nothing but fake. He held it in, unsure of what the outcome would be. His thoughts on his life often were: "What if I were to just not wake up today?" or "What if I wasn't here? Would the boys even miss me?" He knew it would never get better. If he were to quit the band...fans would eat him alive. If he continues in the band...hate would just continue to roll in. What else could he do that would stop the hate, the pain, everything...forever? He made up his mind once the boys found out...

When the government realises that Omegas are becoming rarer, they bring in measures that Omegas should be Mated of to the most powerful and most wealthy Alphas in the world to keep their bloodlines going. Bring in Louis and Niall, two Omegas who have been on the run for a while, wanting to escape the government Alphas. However, what happens when they are finally found, resulting in the Omegas being introduced to the Styles Triplets? Nothing runs smoothly. WARNING: Don't let the cover fool you, there is boyxboy mature in this. I am not holding back in this book. It is purely fun for me, so join me in seeing where this story goes?

When Harry absolutely knows he doesn't want a submissive anytime soon, he meets innocent, blue eyed, curvy little Louis. Will Harry keep Louis? Or will his feelings once again, decide to hide away in the back of his mind? {{under some edits!! this is a bit cringe and was written when I was a dumb ass hahah}}}

"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}

When Harry was little, he hated living in Oak Hollow. It was a stuck-up neighborhood in the suburbs full of broken families and white picket fences. But then, on a hot Summer day, a strange boy wearing heart-shaped sunglasses moves in across the street.

"It's unbecoming of a male of the Tomlinson family to be brought up as an omega." His mum says at least, still not looking at him. He can feel Mark's gaze upon him, hungry eyes eating him up. He wants to throw up. He says "Okay." Like it's okay. Like that's the only explanation he'll ever need for getting hooked on suppressants. Or, Louis is the "beta" of One Direction. He has a diary.