AU. Harry Styles is an MI6 agent on a mission to find out who's planning on killing the Prime Minister. Louis Tomlinson is a wanted professional assassin, hired by the MI6 to kill whoever wants to kill the Prime Minister. Louis doesn't do relationships but he does Harry. Featuring Niall as their handler, Liam as Harry's boss and Zayn as his sidekick. (thank you to @shawninlove for the cover!) (if you want to or already made a cover, message me x )

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.

Harry and louis were co-captains, problem was they couldn't stand each other. They played well together, but only where football was concerned.

Louis has a habit of not complaining. Harry hates it because, sometimes if you don’t complain, bad things happen; like ending up in the ICU. This is the OFFICIAL VERSION please note that there are four or five R rated scenes that have been moved to another site to keep this story un-privated. The links are provided in the appropriate places in the story where you can read them. Please check my bio for the link to the translations! These include POLISH (Polski), SPANISH (Español), ITALIAN (Italiano), FRENCH (Français), RUSSIAN (русский), CZECH, CHINESE (中国的), ROMANIAN (român), PORTUGUESE (português), BRAZILIAN PORTUGUESE (português do Brasil) SLOVAK (slovenská), DUTCH (Nederlands), GERMAN (Deutsch) Direct link to translation masterpost is: http://room_317.livejournal.com

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

"No fucking way." He says. Harry frowns. Louis starts circling the boy, checking him out as he speaks to him. "First, you want to talk to me like I am your equal or less than you, then you show up, expecting me to be lenient on the fact that you are-" he checks his watch again, "18 minutes late to practice, which is wasting my time, and then you want to call me by my first name when I clearly don't remember stating you were allowed to do so." Louis stops when he is in front of the boy, and places his hands behind his back as he looks at him. "Now tell me why I should even consider the thought of letting you stay here, wasting my personal practice time, to train the likes of you?" Or: In which Harry is a newcomer to the sport and Louis is an expert on the opposing team Highest ranking: #2 in larrystylinson

• 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

"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.

The lads laughed about the shabby apartments I had decided to move to after uni. I quite liked the building myself. It was nice and quiet, there weren't too many occupants. There was an old lady down the hall, a couple living on the floor beneath me, and a lad next door that people only had the nicest things to say about. I have yet to meet this lad, but when I do, I'm hoping he lives up to everyone's descriptions.

Louis lives in London, England with his best friend Michael. He is who he is, and thats loud, cheeky and fun. And did I mention he was gay? He's covered in tattoos and curses a lot. Getting over a horrible break up, Louis is struggling. But what happens when Michael befriends the boy band One Direction, and brings them to their apartment? (WILL CONTAIN A LOT OF SWEARING, SMUT AND WHAT HAVE YOU. <3)