As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

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]

This is NOT my story all credits go to dolce_piccante on ao3 - In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for. - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4034197/chapters/9071932

© thealmightyavocado on archiveofourown ~ "Harry, I-I'm so sorry..." Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis' soul, it's so hard, nearly impossible. That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself. But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty "I'm so sorry" that doctors throw out in self-preservation, isn't at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it. ✚☤✚ a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.

The Begrudging Starbucks AU. The world is winter and steamed milk and creamy espresso shots. The world is a never ending queue. The world is a Starbucks logo and a pink-cheeked smile from Niall and a bored scowl from Zayn and the world is Louis watching his best mate, Liam, fall in love with their newest customer, Harry. Who may or may not be in love with Louis. The world is cruel. (this is not my work. all credits go to the author, velvetoscar on ao3)

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have one thing in common; neither of them want romance. That's why they go their separate ways after a one night stand with the intention of never exchanging another word. But they're forced into a shared future shortly after. A future where a marriage leaves them as stepbrothers and forbidden feelings grow where they're not supposed to.

Zoe DeSoto is the younger sister of Roy Desoto, who is a firefighter/paramedic for the Los Angeles County Fire Department.

Louis went through a traumatic event when he was eleven , which made him selectively mute and shut himself out ever since . He acknowledges his brother and step father , though no one else . Harry moves into the house across the road from the Tomlinson-Payne's , and took an interest in Louis from the moment he saw him . His tiny , soft looking figure drew him in . And so , he made it his mission to help Louis open up to him , and hopefully open up to the world . And important to mention , he has two large dogs which are going to be very hlepful through the process . SLOW UPDATES ~~ This idea started off as a oneshot , but I stopped halfway through to make it a full ongoing story . Hope you'll enjoy x

harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.

"Oh, this doesn't hurt, does it?" Simon asked as Harry winced "Oh, you weren't hungry, were you?" Simon asked Zayn, as his stomach growled loudly "You thought that was it, did you?" Simon asked as he handed Louis the third contract of the night "No, no. Have another drink" He said to Liam, who was already stumbling all over the place. "Your knee can wait. Get on stage" He growled to Niall, who was pressing his hands to his lower leg as sharp pain rippled from it