This is NOT my work. This story belongs to dolce_piccante on Archive Of Our Own. If you would rather read it on ao3, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5799241/chapters/13366498 ~ American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity amo...
Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in Yorkshire, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only o...
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.
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]
harry and louis are teachers inside of a high school, and sometimes they act more like teens than their own students do. their constant pranks on one another and non stop bickering might just bring them into a place they never expected to be in. ♡ BOTTOM ! HARRY ♡ WARNING: PROBLEMATIC CHARACTERS DO NOT READ IF YOU WA...
In which Louis expresses his love for Harry as they lay in between the sheets.
[ SHORT STORY ] arachibutyrophobia; (noun) a fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of one's mouth ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 louis doesn't like peanut butter, yet harry always insists that he tries it. ♡ story idea credit to: GerardBaby ♡
Every night he stands in the middle of the road ㅡ I'm only there to pick him up. © DifferentButGood_1D 2017
He wasn't. He couldn't be. Louis was humping his leg. Maybe he was sleeping, Harry's thoughts spun wildly, having a dirty dream. But Harry knew Louis up and down, the patterns of his breathing, the tension in his muscles - this wasn't sleeping Louis. As if to confirm Harry's thoughts, Louis gripped him slightly and u...
Strawberry milk layers their upper lips, and they giggle and lick it off of each other. They taste it in each others mouths when they kiss; it's on their tongues, and filling their tummies. There are seven cartoons in the fridge, with 1 out that they keep pouring into shot glasses. They give each other a 'cheers!' and...
"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 ov...
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...
