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 felt unable to go out and socialize because of the anxiety he felt around people that weren't his mom. Louis felt curious about the curly haired boy that went to MusicWorld every single Saturday and asked for him each time.

the title pretty much sums it up, however stream walls by louis tomlinson!! :)) also this book is currently number 666 under #toplouis which i find very cool😎...update: the book is now number 69 for #daddyharry, this is too good to be true! haha xx

harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.

Harry makes Louis choose between their relationship and smoking. Louis chooses wrong. Including lots of angst and fluff.

Harry Styles is the owner of a very popular strip club called LURE and he happens to need a new stripper. When he spots a perfect brown-haired boy in the mall and over hears him saying he needs to make lots of money and he needs to make it quick, he doesn't hesitate in offering him a job. Will the boy turn it down, or will his need for money coax him into taking it? [this is a Slow Burn story so if that's not your thing, don't read, this is your warning so please no NEW comments complaining about it, thanks :)]

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)

The boys are on hiatus and Harry and louis start to finally interact again after years of being forced not to. Instagram layout --------- Just a classic cringey Larry stylinson Instagram fic (: I don't own any of the photos in this story unless stated otherwise.

24 mehr oder weniger kurze Geschichten, die euch die Vorweihnachtszeit hoffentlich ein wenig versüßen werden. :)

„Irgendwie glaube ich dir diese Nummer nicht." - „Welche Nummer?" - „Vorlaut, Frech, der harte Eishockeyspieler." - „Du meinst meinen Charakter?" - „Ja, zumindest nicht alles davon." stimmt er zu. Verwirrt sehe ich ihn an. „Du kennst mich gerade mal seit ein paar Tagen? Wieso denkst du bitte, du wüsstest wer ich bin und dass ich eine Nummer spiele?" möchte ich von ihm wissen. „Zum einen, weil du mich die ganze Zeit vorhin in der Bar angeschaut hast, als wäre ich der Nachtisch und zum anderen, weil ich seit geschlagenen fünf Minuten meine Hand auf deinem Oberschenkel liegen habe und es dich offenbar nicht stört." antwortet er trocken und da merke ich es auch.