[3rd place in the Bromance Awards Holiday 2015] The Styles and the Tomlinsons. Those two families have never gotten along with each other due to an event in the past. So because of this, Louis Tomlinson hates Harry Styles, simple as that. What Louis doesn't know, though (or anyone in their families for that matter) i...
READ! Because some of you still don't get this book contains male pregnancy. BEFORE YOU START READING. THIS IS MPREG! THAT IS YOUR WARNING SO YOU ARE NOT COMMENTING ABOUT IT LATER OR TELLING ME THINGS DON'T WORK LIKE THAT. I KNOW, BUT IT'S FICTION. "You're so cute when you laugh!" Louis threw his hands up into the air...
I went to Brazil wishing to hook up with as many straight men as I could find but a gay tourist with a nice butt was all I got.
Harry is trapped in darkness, he goes throughout life devoid of emotion and feeling. Not even being able to stand the simplest touches from his adopted family. He is extremely wealthy and has everything money can buy but he has never felt so alone. Louis is a struggling Uni student at the cusp of adulthood. He is a c...
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Louis never thought that Harry Styles was a possibility. He was a famous author with a bestseller. But then, he was. And Louis didn't know if that was good or not. #147 in Fanfiction
Louis always thought of Harry as a good for nothing, inscrutable punk. Harry thought of himself as an open book. An open book with too many pages, that maybe, just maybe, Louis shouldn't have tried to read. But all books deserve to have their story be read, even if that means the reader will get destroyed in the proce...
18-year old Harry Styles wants to leave his hometown. He wants to start all over again and forget his past. He wants to find himself. He feels empty. After high school graduation, he decided to give it a shot and leave his town for uni. What if after all his search for his missing part, he realized that this part was...
"If he scolds, I shall tell him that he sings as sweetly as a bird. If he frowns, I'll say he looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. If he will not speak a word, I shall say how well he talks. If he tells me to be gone, I shall thank him as if he had asked me to stay a week. Let him scold as loudly as...
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