The Styles' and the Tomlinson's are two families in a small town who hate each other, one family good working on the right side of the law, the other bad and playing on the wrong. The hatred slips down the generations, including the youngest ones, Louis, and Harry and their younger brothers, Liam and Edward. But it has been said that there is a fine line between love and hate. LS . AU

Louis loved being manhandled, he loved being pressed against a mattress and getting fucked hard. He loved being fucked against a wall and Louis loved being spanked. Louis loved being carried and taking bubble baths, he loved wearing pretty lace panties and he absolutely adored being called kitten and princess. Louis loved all of these things, he just didn't know it yet. And what better person was there to teach him then, Harry Styles? Louis' a little interested in writing and Harry's very interested in Louis. They're just trying to make things work. Or the one where Louis gets lessons about sex from, Harry Styles, a man who doesn't know how to love.

This is NOT my work. This story belongs to isthatyoularry on Archive Of Our Own. If you would rather read it on ao3, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5157680/chapters/11877494#workskin ~ Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever. A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

Harry Styles would be qualified as a "nerd". He was smart, and only had one friend. While Louis Tomlinson, was popular and was captain of the football team. But what happens when they wake up in each other's bodies instead of their own? Warning: there is mentioning of self-harm and eating disorders.

Harry is in a punk band. Louis is the new prep kid. It should be a problem. But it's not. or; The one where Louis has a slight depression that always nags in the back of his mind, and Harry can temporarily take away some of the pain Louis' father left behind, until he can't.

"You're quite relaxed for someone who has a gun pointed at them." "You won't shoot me." Harry dares, hoping Hydrogen (or whatever his name is) can't tell he's shitting himself right now. "Wanna bet?" the guy dares, a smirk spreading over his lips. Okay, why did Harry think that talking back to a guy with tattoos all over his body and a gun in his hand would be a good idea? --- 'Money Heist' inspired AU. Louis Tomlinson is one of the most wanted criminals in the UK and Harry Styles is a law student who always did what his father told him to do, which includes interviewing for a job at the Bank of England. What Harry doesn't know, is that his fear of standing up to his father will make him a hostage during the most notorious ten-day money heist in the history of the United Kingdom. or A heist!AU where Harry just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time because seven people are trying to pull off the biggest heist ever seen by mankind. (credits to for the cover)

Harry gets admitted to a mental hospital by his deadbeat family. There he mets an outgoing anorexic named Louis, along with his group of friends. warnings: mental illness, eating disorders, self harm, drug use, other mental disorders, suicide, sexual assault

The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did. ------- this is not my work!! it's velvetoscar's on ao3. I'm just publishing it so it would be easier for me to read it!! :)

"It's not like it meant something to you, right? You're married after all." Louis gave his infamous smirk, which was not suppose to look this hot. "Of course, it didn't." The tent in Harry's trousers disagrees. "I don't mind paying back the favour. Any place. Anytime. In any way." Louis winked. And with that Harry left alone to come all over the bed sheet with the frame of his marriage turned down on the bedside table.