"You must be Harold, I presume?" Harry couldn't stop himself for what he said next. It just kinda came out. "Looks like I'm already more famous than you." The team let out a chorus of noise, waiting for Louis' comeback. "Mhm. Your lovely principal warned me about you." Louis said, stepping closer, "I was really hoping he was exaggerating about his accusations." His eyes met Harry's, "Was he, Mr. Styles?" ๋࣭ ⭑🌙 ๋࣭⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Harry Styles is your average football-playing asshole. He's narcissistic, arrogant, and way too used to getting his way on and off the field. Louis Tomlinson is the new head coach. Sharp-tongued, unshakeable, and ten years older. For the first time in years, Harry isn't actually in control of the game. He's merely playing it. !toplinson !age gap {10 years: Harry being 19 and Louis 29} !domestic abuse (NOT between Louis and Harry) !kinky (daddy kink, colors, etc.) !slow burn ✩ Highest rankings: ✩ #1 hbottom #1 larryau #1 larrystylinson #1 (louis) tomlinson #1 onedirection #1 bottomharry

They've never seen each like this. Sun-kissed muscles. Deep velvety laughs. Soft touches. Carefree grins. They've only seen each other spitting insults and white-knuckled until they find themselves where they can't help but fall into every desire. Roman and Will never "clicked". Not in their classes, not during lunch, not even in their swim team. This is why they're given an ultimatum. They can give up their swimming scholarships or go to a beach house to mend their relationship. It was simple- spend two months together. No communication with anyone else. Bonding exercises. And absolutely no fighting for two months. Sounded simple enough to them.

Boarding school AU where Harry and Louis are academic rivals until they realize they're more similar than they thought.

"You're so fucking annoying." Jake just shook his head at me. "And you're a self centered uptight dickhead." I glared at him. Jake laughed lightly at the insult. "You have such nice things to say about the guy that just fucked the shit out of you." - Evan and Jake hated each other. That was the one fact everyone knew. Captains to rival football teams meant that they were constantly at each other's throats. Everything turned into a way to one-up the other. But then the two boys find themselves alone in a bar bathroom and soon they are stuck in an enemy with benefits arrangement that can only turn messy. ⚠️Content Warnings- Sexual content, abuse, homophobia {book one in Crossing Lines series}

Levi wasn't the kind of guy to go around kissing strangers, least of all the insufferable princes these events tended to attract. But something about Prince Charles made him feel a little stupid -- almost stupid enough to believe in love at first sight. ~~~ When Levi, the youngest prince of Arthur Island, is forced by his parents to attend a performative "good relations" ball in their rival country, he can't wait for the night to end. That is, until he meets Prince Charles, the charming heir to the Elizabethan throne. Love is in the air, so palpable they can't seem to escape it no matter how hard they try. As if navigating seventeen-year-old emotions isn't hard enough already, their families drop a bomb that will only make it harder: In the name of permanent peace, Prince Charles is to marry Arthur's youngest royal. No, not Levi. His twin sister, Amelia.

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the "perfect" girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn't realized he didn't actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson. This story is not mine. Domesticharry(Lis) owns this story on ao3. All credits goes to her.

Beau HATES Oliver Fowler. But Oliver doesn't hate Beau.. quite the opposite actually. Oliver is the univeristies 'Golden Boy', adored and admired by all. ...well, um, everyone except Beau. *** Oliver lets out a strangled laugh, placing his hand against my chest and pushing me back against the wall. Hard. "If I am so golden, how come I am doing this?" My brows draw. "Doing wha-" I don't have time to finish my sentence, because Oliver Fowler has slammed his lips onto mine. ***

"Truth," he trails his finger down to Louis' lips, "or dare, Tomlinson?" "Dare." Harry chuckles, "I dare you to fuck me."