Louis Tomlinson es un chico común y corriente que acaba de graduarse de la preparatoria y tiene una enorme pasión por el arte y la música, lo cual lo ha llevado a desencadenar una latente obsesión por el cantante de moda..., el enigmático Harry Styles que nunca para de sonar a través de sus auriculares. Tras ganar un viaje redondo por el país, Louis decide fijar el destino a la enorme ciudad de Los Ángeles, a dónde los sueños van a hacerse realidad... o en su caso, a morir. [mientras se divierten.]

READ! Because some of you still don't get this book contains male pregnancy. BEFORE YOU START READING. THIS IS MPREG! THAT IS YOUR WARNING SO YOU ARE NOT COMMENTING ABOUT IT LATER OR TELLING ME THINGS DON'T WORK LIKE THAT. I KNOW, BUT IT'S FICTION. "You're so cute when you laugh!" Louis threw his hands up into the air then continued laughing feeling Harry's shaky head on his shoulder. "And you're cute too...if I could and if I wanted to I would marry you." Harry looked up giving him a lazy smile. "You're not husband material." Louis hiccuped then laughed when Harry pouted. "And I'm proud of it." Was all Harry said before drinking his tequila shot. "You're the kind of person I'll never have sex with." Louis stated looking back at Harry who had a horrified expression on his face. "I wouldn't sleep with you either." He said then burst out laughing. [Harry and Louis are two strangers visiting Vegas. Harry just wants to have fun and Louis just wants to get over the cheating bastard of his ex fiance. They accidentally get married.] ~*~*~*~ This is my new chaptered fic loosely based on the Ashton Kutcher movie What Happens In Vegas, I added my own twists and the plot is different than the movie. I'll update every week depending if I finish the chapter. :) WARNINGS: drunk marriage, Drunk Sex, Drunk Louis, Drunk Harry, Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Cheating, Fake Marriage, Mpreg, Mpreg Louis, Bottom Louis, Top Harry, bottom!Louis, top!Harry, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Little bit of angst, Fluff

So after the beloved wedding pictures from Jay's wedding, I couldn't help but to start a "sugar daddy" sort of fic. Louis is a filthy rich CEO and doesn't have time for a relationship, it's just not in the cards for him. Or so he thought until he gets set up on a date with none other than hot model, Harry Styles. Completed.

Louis no soporta a Harry, no soporta sus rizos, ni sus hoyuelos, y odia la forma en la que se burla de él; mientras Harry disfruta con ello. O donde Louis está descubriendo que tiene una pequeña obsesión con el dolor, sin admitir ser masoquista, y Harry simplemente quiere azotarlo una vez más; aunque sigue odiándolo.

Dónde Harry le pedí ayuda a su mejor amigo Louis para tomarse nudes más bonitas para su crush.

Harry y Louis solían ser muy buenos amigos,compartían una banda de música llamada "One Direction" La cual Simón Cowell se encargo de destruir,tanto la banda como la relación afectiva que tenían dos de sus miembros.. Louis a dejado de ver a Harry,ya van 3 años desde entonces.Sin contacto físico o virtual,simplemente no sabía nada de su vida,para su suerte ese sería el último año. #76 banda 17/10/2020 #8 fanficlarry 14/10/2020 #109 fanfictiononedirection 28/9/2020 #203 larryshipper 12/10/2020 #148 banda 11/11/2020 #14 fanfic larry 13/11/2020

Louis entra a wattpad y empieza a leer las novelas Larry. CONVIRTIENDOSE EN EL MAS GRANDE LARRY SHIPPER

(Completed) ''You've got a big mouth on you, princess. Why don't you put it to good use? Tomorrow night at my place?'' Harry gaped at Louis and clenched his fists. ''I'd rather not have you fuck me and then dump me like a cheap whore, thank you very much.'' He spat before walking away again. ''Princess?'' Louis called after the boy. ''What!'' Harry snapped. ''You forgot to close your locker.'' Harry rushed back with red cheeks and his bottom lip between his teeth as Louis leaned against the locker next to his and stared at his bottom half without any shame. ''How rude.'' He whispered under his breath before he scoffed and quickly scurried away. Louis' smirk fell and he growled. He will fuck Harry. And when he does, he'll show him who's boss and who's not. Or in which Louis is a player and Harry is a feminine boy's still a virgin and Louis will so anything to take that from him.

-Harry tienes que elegir a una de las chicas, ya casi termina y no has apostado por ninguna. -Ninguna me gusta Mark. ¿Entiendes?- Dijo cansado de escuchar la voz de su amigo, el cual rodó los ojos al saber que su amigo era un terco.- Elegiré a la que sigue, lo prometo. Las luces se apagan y cuando vuelven a encenderse el escenario ha sido ocupado por un jovencito menudo, con piernas cortas y regordetas con un rostro angelical. Lucía temeroso entre sus escasas prendas de ropa que ajustaban sus muslos haciendo resaltar su trasero. Harry lo miraba embobado cuando la voz de la representante del bar se oyó. -Louis Tomlinson, 18 años. Comencemos con treinta mil dólares. -Lo prometiste Styles.