One boy rose with the sun, and the other took him stargazing.

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]

❛ your image is distorted. ❜ A series of news articles and social media posts depicting the career of the famous singer 'Haz Styles', and his relationships with those around him, including the mysterious Louis Tomlinson. ❨ harry styles x louis tomlinson. ❩

✧Sequel to Mutuals // Stand-alone novel✧ When you're dating Louis Tomlinson, the world's most successful and well-known record artist, things get a little complicated. Tours, shows, parties, paps, and mostly, trying to stay out of the media as much as possible. Because NO ONE is allowed to know that Louis Tomlinson is gay and is dating a fan. ✧started on 10.08.18✧

Louis Tomlinson is the world's most successful and well-known record artist. His fans (who call themselves "Louies") know everything about him-- so they think. Harry Styles' life is changed when he is added into a twitter group with four other male Louies. For the better or for the worse, he hasn't decided yet. But, what he does know, is that he is slowly falling for one of his mutuals; the shady one who dodges the idea of meeting up in person, and the one who's never shown his face to the other members of the group. Maybe it's his sassy personality, or his kind heart, or maybe it's just the fact that he reminds Harry so much of the celebrity he idolizes. superfan!harry and famous!louis ♡started writing 03.03.18♡ ♡completed 09.08.18♡

• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit

My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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 knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there's one thing that completely annoys him, it's that there is a community college right across the street from St. Mark's Private School, and he has to look at the poor, totally inappropriate students that go there. Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to Doncaster's community college, just because the Holmes Chapel comprehensive expelled him twice in the span of two years, so he and his family had to move to another town. He has no future because he never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he's either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there's one thing he absolutely hates, it's the snobby students attending the private school right across from his, who think they're better than anyone just because their parents have money. When they meet, Louis is nothing but disgusted by the tattooed boy, and Harry can't help but laugh at the innocent yet sassy boy with blue eyes and amazing arse. Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that's the last (and maybe the only) thing they need. (Disclaimer: I'm from America and know close to nothing about the education system in England, so I apologise in advance.) LAST CHAPTERS ARE ON PRIVATE BECAUSE OF MATURE CONTENT! YOU NEED TO FOLLOW IF YOU WANT TO READ -- Thank you @Cupcaribo for the banner ! Love it :)

And there he was, in a pale blue suit with sewed details, button-up unbuttoned almost completely, a golden cross hanging from his neck, red swollen lips, moist and bright eyes painted of a deep green with blue little spots. Every single detail glittering under the moonlight, every breath heavier than the prior. The smoke was still in the air mixing with the humidity of a British rain that, Louis could feel in his bones, was near. There he was, just being him, wandering over the dark sky with a tired look and parted lips. Tears of frustration threatened to break through those emerald eyes, that captivating pair of jewels, leaving Louis breathless; his stomach pressed, throat sore and raspy. The only noise was the music from the bar downstairs and a faded chat, both of the sounds opaqued by the now thrilling and shrill sound that Harry was with his obscure and silent presence, resembling the moon's. . . . Louis, an eccentric football player who was raised in the stardom. Harry, a simple photographer that lives a simple life. Almost by mistake the opposites meet. Who knows, maybe they're not that different.

Harry Styles is going into his third year of university and he's going to talk to the boy with blue eyes and pretty ankles he's been crushing on for the last two years if it's the last thing he does. With the help of his friends, he's thrown into a few awkward situations along the way.