*under revision, slow updates* ever feel like spending a million dollars? (or; louis is a submissive at an auction house, harry pays a shit ton of money for him. he's too cute for his own good, but harry learns quickly that louis is a sucker for thrill) //lowercase intended, bdsm, mafia, mpreg// BEFORE YOU READ: louis has a CHILDLIKE personality!! i was 16 when i started writing this so there may be cringeworthy moments, grammatical errors & dumb comments. please note this is MPREG. says so above ^^^ PLEASE read the authors note at the beginning of the fic. p.s. chapter 27. cover by @Larry_smilinson © all rights reserved 2018 @playboymembersonly

"I was right about you Harry.... You are just a fucking stuck up snob" Louis hates Harry. Harry hates Louis. What more can I say?

[Complete] Two strangers. One broken elevator.

NOT MY STORY "What about this, Captain?" Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively. Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He's lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He's clearly a prisoner, but there's something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry's brain. Something he can't quite put his finger on. "Put him in my cabin," Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry's back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can't understand any of it.

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

It's been three years since One Direction split up. Harry's about to marry a girl Louis hates. Louis' a top executive at Modest, the management team that tore them apart. They can't forget the past but they can't forgive each other either.

Running a popular fan account shipping two members from the famous band One Direction is the only claim-to-fame for 19-year-old Harry Styles. Things get complicated when his mother happens to run into the mother of his favorite singer. Now family friends with his favorite celebrity, Harry has to humanize the people he's idolized for years. FIRST BOOK IN "The Road" SERIES Highest hashtag: #6 in OneDirection

"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, "And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like." or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with him. {Ao3 wankersville}

"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}