"You don't want to have the taste of how good it is when you know you will never be able to have it." It was only meant to be a one night thing, but when the country goes into lockdown, Louis Tomlinson finds himself stuck in windsor castle, in company of his royal fucking highness, Harry, the prince of England.

Harry is on a plane to Spain and the boy next to him keeps sneezing.

~You know how to ball, I know Aristotle~ "I guess when I'm with you for some time you tend to make me forget how fucked up the world is." In which Louis has an amazing friend group and a very big crush on Harry and asks him out every day. And every day, Harry rejects. Or: A larry boarding school fic based on jily and the marauders. FOR WATTPAD AND ITS GUIDELINES: Louis and Harry are 17 for most of this story but they both turn 18 towards the end and that's when the little bit of sexual action starts. There is no kissing or touching whatsoever underage.

I don't know what this is, a smut one-shot based on a song by Meg Myers called Desire. I have listened to it all day and got inspired to write some filthy smut. 😘 I suggest you listen to the song. Smutwarning

Louis Tomlinson. Known by everyone, but not loved. He is just a teenager in a normal school. He never did anything wrong, but that doesn't stop people from bullying him. Ever since he first showed his face, people have been calling him names , have been giving him weird faces and even went as far as physically hurting him. Maybe it's the fact that he is gay, maybe it's something else. Louis wouldn't know. Giving up hope, Louis starts to self-harm, finding at least a bit relief in his razor blade. He even thinks of killing himself. The world would be better off without him. No one can save Louis, except for maybe the strange but beautiful creature that intrudes his dreams. Flowers are just plants, but can they be enough to save Louis?

harry goes to walmart to buy supplies to kill himself, but when he bumps into a blue eyed boy- who claims he's his guardian angel-, he's willing to stay a little longer. cover idea credit to: @-voidallison

You can't be attracted to just a voice. That's what Louis tells himself, but he can close his eyes and start playing the soundtrack of Harry's voice on loop in his head and he can feel desire coursing through him. He's never been this fixed on a sound this much. Until now. Harry is an enigma, from his overpriced gaudy furniture to his interesting box of collectibles Louis hauled to the penthouse the day Harry's moving van arrived. Louis is intrigued. Hearing the man's giggle on the phone drug Louis down deeper. If he could just lay his eyes on Harry and put a face to the unique voice, he's sure he'd be screwed, too far down to ever resurface. OR Louis is a doorman for a luxury apartment building and Harry is the newest resident of the penthouse. Timing fails to be on his side as he tries to catch a glimpse of the building's newest occupant and prove he's a call-boy. When he finally does see Harry in the flesh, he's more captivated than ever. Featuring Liam as a mailman and Louis' trusted friend and no one knows what's going on with Zayn. -#21 in tomlinson 11/26/18 -#1 in richharry 11/23/18 -#2 in mmromance 11/26/18

» 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 « Cᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs. [ ɪɢ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: @ladymistakes_ ] Louis didn't know how precious life was until he met someone who had lost it all. ᴅᴇᴄ. 2021

harry doesn't know what to expect when louis moves into the apartment beside his, but he definitely didn't expect hallway kisses and mysterious packages and enough love to finally ease his tortured mind. (or: harry just wants to make everyone else happy, and louis shows him that it's okay to let someone take care of him for a change.) [December 2020-May 2021] word count: 165,000 words trigger warnings: trauma, mentions of rape, references to domestic abuse (physical and emotional), mild disordered eating, minor violence, smut

"I take it you're not a new student?" "What?" Harry mumbles, caught up in the way his eyes are quite literally sparkling in the light. "Oh-No. Not a student." "Are you a sub?" Louis asks. Harry clenches his hands into fists, holding them behind his back as he stumbles a bit. "I don't, uh-I mean. I've never really gotten a chance to be a true sub, you know? My ex-partners were always scared they'd hurt me. But, like-If I trusted someone a lot, and if we used a, a safeword. And talked about, you know, boundaries, then-Yes, yeah, I-I'm a sub." Louis' eyes are so wide, his cheeks puffing out in the effort to not burst into laughter. "Oh shit, oh my god," Harry whispers. "You meant-Oh god."