Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in Yorkshire, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

Harry's perfect. He has the best girlfriend you can have, the looks, and the popularity. He's confident, except when it comes to one thing. Louis Tomlinson. Louis has bullied him for as long as he can remember. He's the man-whore in school, he gets the girls, and everybody likes him. His body is covered in tattoos and he has a lip, a nose ring and a stud in his eyebrow. Yeah, he's a punk. The thing is, Louis' jealous. He wants to have the 'kind' girls too, not just the sluts. He wants to rule the school, and he can't if Harry Styles is in the way. One day, Zayn bets Louis that he can't kiss Harry without Harry rejecting him, or that Harry's girlfriend, Sarah Hamilton, catches them doing so. Louis has always liked Zayn's bets and won't back down on this one either, even if it's for nothing. So, he does what he's told. What he didn't expect though, was to feel something in that kiss. Highest Rankings: #4 in Larry #94 in Fanfiction

"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.

A story in which a curly haired man falls for his boss {Larry stylinson} [NOT BDSM LOL]

"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