This is NOT my work. This story belongs to dolce_piccante on Archive Of Our Own. If you would rather read it on ao3, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5799241/chapters/13366498 ~ American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers). Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry's charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football. A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino's Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

"what about him, louis? think about him." * lowercase intended

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

In which Louis' mum does not have enough money to provide school lunch, so Harry gives him an orange everyday instead.

College AU where Harry studies law and psychology. Louis is a philophobic frat boy who's majoring in acting, plays footie and needs tutoring in psychology. Of course they hate each other but that doesn't stop them from having a ridiculous amount of sexual tension. or Louis is a frat boy with a drinking problem who doesn't know what he wants to do with his life, and Harry is a psychology student who always takes care of him and might just be exactly what Louis doesn't want, but really needs.

Where Louis tweets the bullshit tweet and Harry is going to show him what real bullshit looks like

"We met in the toilets."

❝I woke up to see a figure standing in my doorway. Louis. He made his way into my room and onto my bed, right next to me. I glanced over at him only to see that he was staring at me, rather intensely. His eyes were full of determination and ... lust? No, it couldn't be. I grinned at him and said, "Boo, what cha' staring at me f - mmmmppphhfff" I was cut by a strong pair of lips being smacked onto my own. Lou's lips.❞ {i really am clueless on these intros, i apologize}

99 days since you've left. 99 letters sent to you from a far. Such a long time feels as much as a century. Keep fighting, my love. Keep fighting, and I'll be here waiting. {1940} Started: 2/2/19. Completed: 12/7/19. Cover by: @wafflesxberries (CC)

Love; An intense feeling of deep affection. But how much do you have to sacrifice for this