'The devil has a name and it is Kim Taehyung' Every girl wants a bad boy who would be good just for her. But what happens when you get the ultimate bad boy, Satan himself?

It's the year 2020 and Louis gets an unexpected call informing him that one direction were reuniting in no less than a month. When the time comes, no one expected Harry to act the way he does. Or a hate to love fic where Harry and Louis reunite after the hiatus. Completed- 26th jan, 2020

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

• 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

'Hello class, my name is Miss Flack. I am the substitute teacher... So this term i have a project for you. It is in conjunction with my previous school. it will be a pen-pal project. The aim of this is for you to stop using mobiles computers and simply use a pen and paper' these words changed the lives of three boys. Harry Styles, Liam Payne and Zayn Malik start writing to a pupil each at Hall cross, but will it all be smooth sailing? Will they ever meet their mysterious Pen-Pal?

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

Harry, Louis, and their baby Fionna are working on their happily ever after. But no one would expect an unbelivable ending.

Louis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don't understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him. (Cover made by @UniquelyOrdinary)

Trinity was an ordinary teenage girl. She wasn't one of the popular girls, but wasn't looked down on, either. She was just sort of there. Boys had never really shown any interest in her, skipping over her like she was just another brick in the wall. But when Trinity starts sending letters to an imaginary 'Mr.Perfect', she gets more than she bargained for. When it turns out that the address she was sending them to is real, she is roped into situations she would never have imagined. Attracting the attention of a rather dark, dangerous boy who seems to know more about her than she does herself, Trinity would soon realise that her idea of 'Mr.Perfect', isn't so perfect after all. But there was no going back.

One text to the wrong number is all it took for Anna to begin a friendship (and maybe more *wink wink*) with One Direction's Louis Tomlinson. / Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction ~ 8/28/16 Completed on January 25th, 2016. + cover by @jealouis