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hath made thee a sinner - larry stylinson

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But nothing, nothing would ever top the first time they laid together, cozy in Louis' fluffy bed, inexperienced hands trailing up each other's sides, not knowing how to please the other, eyes blown out in lust and eternal affection for one another, the way Harry's hands slipped underneath his waistband, feeling, tender in their exploration. Soft murmurs, impatient longing, trepidation in their sounds, wet lips dragging down throats and skin smacked against flushed skin, immense pleasure radiated in their veins, a throaty whine, a satisfying finish. Nothing could compare, would ever compare.

[originally published on ao3 12/29/20]All Rights Reserved

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Dirty Thoughts (l.s.) by sowakeme_up

"Hey," Louis cradled Harry's face. "Why are you crying?" Harry fell into the touch with a slow sigh. "Because I feel like it's the ugly part that nobody should see. You don't see that kinda stuff in romance books or movies, because it's just...ugh, too mundane? We're not like fighting, we're not making it better, we're not even romanticising it, which hello, credit?" Louis chuckled at that. "It's supposed to be a montage," Harry sighed. "Like look it's great until it isn't but even then it's still great and better than anything you have because we've got really hot people to play it out." "You're pretty hot to me," Louis whispered with a definite smirk. "Shut up, I'm an ugly crier," Harry sniffled. Small smile tugging at his lips. /// This part of the story is Harry-centred. More of his story and struggles. The timeline is intertwined with Dirty Talk, so read it first!

Meet Me in the Hallway by GoldenHazandLou

*WARNING* Drug use and nonconsensual sex When Harry gets home, after he's dragged his sore body up the stairs, he lays on the tile floor under the scalding hot water in the shower, fully clothed, until it runs freezing cold over him. He tries to cry, to do something to make his body feel normal, but he can't. It's like his soul was torn from his body and left on that floor. He scratches at his skin and scrubs the parts of his body that aren't covered in clothes trying to clean himself of the night. It doesn't work. When he looks at himself in the mirror, his tongue is still blue from the pills, his skin is red, bruised, and cut from his nails, and there's still bright red lipstick stuck to his skin like a tattoo.

If Walls Could Talk >Larry Stylinson< by Wicked_Archer

Harry is in love with his straight best friend. He thinks he doesn't have a chance, until Louis presents him with a challenge he can't refuse. ____________ Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard So if I tell you, just keep it and don't say a word Yeah, when the doors are all closing, it's bound to get loud 'Cause all these bodies are hoping to get addicted to sound

Paparazzi by Darling28__

"Oi, what happened to treat people with kindness?" Louis yells loud enough for Harry to hear from across the street. "That goes for everyone but you!" Harry calls back and while he can only see the back of him, he gives him his middle finger again. ⊷ ❤︎︎ ⊶ Louis is a successful paparazzi that the stars love. He brings out the beautiful in them and treats them kindly. But then he suddenly gets the job of photographing Harry Styles for the next few months. Not only that the two constantly get into fights, but suddenly Louis has to question his true self. Because the star makes him doubt his sexuality.

The neighbor by itstilliswhatitis

@Lily_pad6472 asked me to write a story where Harry and Louis both are single parents and neighbors. After his wife passed away Louis took his three kids and moved to London to get away. One day he gets a new neighbor, someone with a baby who cries nonstop. He can't have that. The paper-thin walls make it hard for his kids to sleep when that baby won't stop crying. He knocks on the neighbor's door, just to be met by the most gorgeous man he has ever laid eyes on. Purely fictional. Smut warning!

Cocaine for Breakfast by HABITFORHAZ

"It's an easy job." He continues, as if Louis wants to listen. "Like I said, a few trips. Parties, students, nothing dramatic." Louis gazes over to Harry. He's looking thoughtful now, eyes on the green like he's talking more to himself than Louis. "Clubbing, drinks. Whatever, the business is just a side thing." That's not how Louis remembers it to be, "You lying?" He honestly can't tell. Harry shakes his head slowly, meeting Louis' eyes. "No," He answers almost toneless. Harry clears his throat, "I won't put you in any dangerous situation." His voice is sincere, Louis can tell he means it, his jade green eyes glinting with truth. or, - Louis Tomlinson is a drug addict, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles. -

Just a crush by Oopsy_x_28

Thankyou for being there for me every day when I wake up, thankyou for being the light in the darkness and my guide during the day, thankyou for being the most perfect person that you are. Just thankyou. You are my best friend, my light, the color in my life. You are my comfort person and the only one I want to be held by when I'm sad. I'm so happy to call you mine and I hope I'll be yours until the very day I die. I love you till the moon and back, and maybe even more." With blue eyes brimmed with tears he looked into the green ones of Harry. A story about Harry and Louis, ObViOuSlY :) Trigger warning (always mentioned at the beginning of the chapter): self-harm

S.... M. by itstilliswhatitis

Lately Louis started to fantasize about spanking his best mate. What was wrong with him? He was actually fantasizing about doing all sorts of sexual things with Harry. Most of all he just wanted to kiss him. It was so confusing! He couldn't help but slap Harrys bum every chance he got, usually when they were on stage. Harry seemed to like it though, challenging him back by asking him what he wanted to do to him. One night he found himself spanking Harry in their dressingroom when Harry willingly pulled his pants down and it was the beginning of a confusing time where they started to explore something new. No strings attached! Purely fictional! SMUTWARNING!

Come What May [l.s] by jklmnop__

**THIS WORK IS UNEDITED. FOR AN UPDATED AND EDITED VERSION PLEASE HEAD TO MY AO3 PAGE LINKED IN MY BIO** Louis didn't believe in love at first sight until he met his neighbour Harry, the gorgeous man in the apartment next door who saved lives and had a smile that made his knees weak. Louis was determined that today was the day he would finally grow some balls and ask Harry on a date. Until his plans were disrupted by an unexpected delivery. One that would surely ruin his chances at any kind of love life. Or, maybe it would be just what Louis needed to bring he and Harry closer together.

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Dirty Thoughts (l.s.)

"Hey," Louis cradled Harry's face. "Why are you crying?" Harry fell into the touch with a slow sigh. "Because I feel like it's the ugly part that nobody should see. You don't see that kinda stuff in romance books or movies, because it's just...ugh, too mundane? We're not like fighting, we're not making it better, we're not even romanticising it, which hello, credit?" Louis chuckled at that. "It's supposed to be a montage," Harry sighed. "Like look it's great until it isn't but even then it's still great and better than anything you have because we've got really hot people to play it out." "You're pretty hot to me," Louis whispered with a definite smirk. "Shut up, I'm an ugly crier," Harry sniffled. Small smile tugging at his lips. /// This part of the story is Harry-centred. More of his story and struggles. The timeline is intertwined with Dirty Talk, so read it first!