Summary: "Hey, so, I don't know who you are but I'm definitely in love you with." In other words, Harry's a famous author (and a total romantic) and Louis is a reader and middle school counsler.
Also, go watch the TV show Manifest on Netflix or I'll find you. I know where you live. :)
(Harry's books:
Standalone: Quickest Route West
Series: The Dreary Secrets
B1- Finley's Fairytale
B2- Oscar's Vacancy
B3- (new) Raven's Booklet)If this doesn't make sense, don't be alarmed. It's not all that important, the only one that's sort of important is Quickest Route West. I just found these fun to make up haha.
Words: 2,500
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Louis POV
Today couldn't have been shitter.
For one, I woke up with too much of a fever and an inability to breathe to go into work which wasn't good. Two, the next novel in The Dreary Secrets series by Harry Styles came out today and the bookstore ran out of copies in ten minutes.
Shitty day indeed.
"Louis, eat," Lottie said, shoving a bowl of soup in my hands. "I can't have you dying on me. Someone's gotta help pay the bills."
I snorted but ate the soup. I lived with my two sisters Lottie and Felicite. We decided to move in together after college, for no reason once so ever. It was a decision made at the moment and no one has regretted it yet. So far so good.
I work as a middle school counselor. Basically, the one kids came to when their life was the absolute definition of stress. I hated how tired kids often were and how much work they got. Honestly, when they come I make them take a thirty-minute nap before we chat. I have a closed-off area with an air mattress for a reason. Exhaustion and being overworked is their main issue. No breaks just work work work. They don't get bad grades because they're stupid, they get bad grades because they don't have any motivation to get good grades. No one to talk to that wouldn't tell them it's that damn phone and that fucking social media.
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Larry Stylinson Oneshots
FanfictionWhere we go through the life of Larry Stylinson in many different ways (take note most of these were written so late it was morning so I apologize if my writing looks like a drunk donkey high on cotton candy)