Harry's perfect. He has the best girlfriend you can have, the looks, and the popularity. He's confident, except when it comes to one thing. Louis Tomlinson. Louis has bullied him for as long as he can remember. He's the man-whore in school, he gets the girls, and everybody likes him. His body is covered in tattoos and he has a lip, a nose ring and a stud in his eyebrow. Yeah, he's a punk. The thing is, Louis' jealous. He wants to have the 'kind' girls too, not just the sluts. He wants to rule the school, and he can't if Harry Styles is in the way. One day, Zayn bets Louis that he can't kiss Harry without Harry rejecting him, or that Harry's girlfriend, Sarah Hamilton, catches them doing so. Louis has always liked Zayn's bets and won't back down on this one either, even if it's for nothing. So, he does what he's told. What he didn't expect though, was to feel something in that kiss. Highest Rankings: #4 in Larry #94 in Fanfiction

❝ You'd better run, because there's no way you can hide from me. ❞

Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He's got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he's got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he's got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he's the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year. It hasn't occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever. The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it's nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line. --- I promise, if you're into larry fics on ao3 You'll LOVE this. ALL CREDIT GOES TO LOADEDGUNN ON AO3!

when louis finally comes home, harry isn't waiting. over the past four years, both of their lives have completely changed -- but maybe the feelings are still the same. (or: harry is an anxious uni student with an abusive boyfriend and louis is a famous musician, but at one point, they were just two high schoolers in love.) [November 2020-December 2020] word count: 75,000 words trigger warnings: abusive relationship, rape, smut (daddy kink), anxiety/panic attacks, other minor violence

*COMPLETED* Louis Tomlinson is a famous vlogger, admired by many, but little do they know that he's gay. Louis' been experiencing a sharp pain in his back, and ends up at a massage clinic. Harry Styles, the clinic's hottest and gayest masseuse, decides to take care of Louis' pain himself. •top harry •smut smut smut •I'm dividing it into several chapters but it's not that long enjoy <3<3

"There is so much more to you than your scary facade and body full of tattoos, Harry, and I'm going find out every single thing, every last bit of you." [or an AU where Harry is a scary punk and Louis is trying to pull of his play in a talent show and wants a tenth participant and no one seems better than the punk Harry Styles.] [Punk!Harry ]

Louis: Come for me Harry! Harry: . Louis: Oops, I meant come to me. Louis makes Harry cringe really bad most of the time, and yet Harry finds himself turned on in the end. ©NovocaineLarry 2015

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were best friends from the very beginning. But somewhere along the way the lines of friendship were blurred. And suddenly, being friends just wasn't enough. So what happens when everyone else catches on to their less-than-platonic relationship before they do?

••complete 2014•• harry is a singer and louis is a sassy barista

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