Louis Tomlinson, a depressed and wealthy businessman finds his life changing after he meets Harry Styles, a spunky and carefree young boy. Or Harry is obsessed with himself and love and Louis just wants him to never stop talking. Larry Stylinson One Shot.

"Hey!" Harry whined, trying to push the older one away, but failed. Instead, he sat helpless as Louis slowly covered his chest by re-buttoning his shirt. Then, taking Harry very off guard, Louis leaned over to smell his throat. The younger boy wouldn't lie, that made him go stiff. "Is that my cologne?" Louis asked, making a face. Now Zayn was only laughing more. ᝰ.ᐟ๋࣭⭑🚬 Both Louis and Harry's mothers are best friends. First Louis was born, then 11 years later came Harry. Due to their mother's being so close, and the boy's age gap being so... large, Louis was chosen to be Harry's godfather. Even so, the younger boy can't help but think his silver fox, rich, godfather is really hot. Was there even a chance that the feeling is mutual..? !11 year age gap !toplinson !slight daddy kink !slight niam ✩ Highest rankings: ✩ #1 hbottom #1 larrystylinson #2 toplouis #2 larryau

Louis and Harry are devoted Swifties who meet by chance while queuing for the Eras Tour. It all sort of spirals from there and turns into chaotic flirting, cosy nights, too many feelings and maybe a little bit of fate. It's fluffy, messy, romantic and very them. Expect an alarming number of Taylor lyrics, dramatic tweets, chaotic friends and two idiots trying to figure out what the hell they're doing.

LARRY STYLINSON "So. Louis. How long have you been gay for Harry?" Louis stood up so fast his chair nearly toppled. "I'm going to go drown myself in the bathtub." "Oh come on," Fizzy said through a snort. "He brought you strawberries, that's basically a love confession." Harry looked smug. "Don't forget the apricot." "YOU. NEED. TO. LEAVE!" Louis snapped, pointing at the door. Harry stood slowly, stretching again. "I'll be next door if you need me." OR A high school enemies to lovers (With a lot of other stuff in between). Lots of trauma bonding and cuddles. SMUT WARNING (it isn't good and it takes a while to get to it)

[completed] Love doesn't come easy. Never has. But lust? Lust slips in like smoke, like second nature. And Harry Styles has never been one to resist. At London's most infamous underground club-he finds himself drawn to the boy with blue eyes and a mouth made for trouble. A game begins. A chase. A pull neither of them can shake. What starts with a glance might just ruin them both. Or maybe, for once, it'll make them whole.

Louis knows he shouldn't have a crush on his best friend's dad. But he can't help it. Harry is just too perfect-strong, effortlessly charming, and so unmistakably alpha. Not that it matters. To Harry, he's just Perrie's friend. And according to her, Louis is delusional for thinking her dad gives him any extra attention just because he's an omega. This summer is going to be pure torture. Or, the one where Louis has a hopeless crush on his best friend's dad but his crush may not be as hopeless as he thought. ***spanish version translated by florenmiel on their page!***

When England's most wanted criminal meets an innocent college student at a party, he wants the small boy all for himself. He doesn't want anyone else to look at the boy. Only he can have him. *I accept translations!* SPANISH VERSION - @hslovIt •~RANKS~• 10/16/2021- #1 in bottomlouis 11/14/2021 - #1 in mpregLouis and mpregLarry 2/5/2022 - #1 in larrystylinson

Will doesn't need to look to know who it is. Harry's presence is enough. He's the kind of alpha who commands attention, with that grin and those green eyes that never seem to miss a thing. "Both of them. By the end of the month. You'll see," Harry continues, and Will feels a strange mix of irritation and disbelief twist in his gut. "Both of the Tomlinson twins?" someone else asks, the tone skeptical but intrigued. "Yeah, both." Harry's voice is full of cocky confidence. "No one thinks I can do it. Get them both in my bed. But I will. I'm not just any alpha." Will feels his grip tighten around his cup, a sharp edge of anger forming in his chest. The bet-Harry thinks he can just win over Louis and him, like it's some kind of game. He can't let it slide. It's not how things work with him and Louis. His twin isn't some easy target to conquer and neither is he. Harry's about to learn that the hard way. Or, the one where Harry makes a bet to sleep with the Tomlinson twins but receives a lot more than he bargained for.

"A waitlist?" Louis repeats, incredulous. "You're saying my only option is to live with three alphas?" "I understand your concern, but the Styles triplets have a great track record. No complaints from previous roommates. They're very respectful." Louis wants to scream. "That's not the point!" "I know it's not ideal," Michelle says, sounding genuinely apologetic. "But I promise, if another room becomes available, you'll be the first to know. Until then, this is the best we can do." Louis hangs up without saying goodbye. This is a disaster. An actual disaster. And to make matters worse, there's something else-something bigger-looming over his head. A secret he's been keeping, one that could change everything if the triplets found out. Living with them means constant proximity. Means there's no way he'll be able to hide it forever. He's fucked. Or, the one where Louis is forced to room with three alphas that are a little too hot and smell a little too good for Louis' liking. To make matters worse, he has a secret that he can't let the triplets find out about. No matter how bad he's falling for them.

Standing in the center of the gym, arms crossed and an intimidating look on his face, is Coach Styles. But Louis' stomach drops, because Coach Styles isn't just similar to Mr. Styles. He looks exactly like him. Louis stares, dumbfounded, as Coach Styles surveys the room with a commanding presence. His dark brown hair is shorter and neater than Harry's, but it still has the same wave to it. His jawline is equally sharp, his build even broader, but it's the face-the face that's so identical to Mr. Styles'-that makes Louis' brain short-circuit. "No," Louis mutters under his breath. "No way." Jade looks at him curiously. "What's wrong with you?" "That's-" Louis sputters, pointing at the man in the middle of the gym. "That's Harry Styles. It's him." Jade raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Uh, no, genius. That's Coach Styles. And I hate to break it to you, but he's not your sultry psychology teacher." "They're twins," Louis whispers harshly, as if saying it out loud might make it worse. "They're bloody twins." Or, the one where Louis wants the Styles twins and the Styles twins want Louis but fate had to mess up and make them his teachers instead.