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.

••complete 2014•• harry wants to be a bad boy and he knows just the boy to help him

Harry writes fanfiction on a site called Wattpad. Its late and he's reading fanficition. He suddenly gets a private message on his account. And the friendship spirals from there. Little does he know that he's talking to the famous singer, Louis Tomlinson, who Harry's had a crush on for forever. Louis is finding it harder and harder to keep his secret safe. OR The one where Harry is oblivious af and Louis is kind of a huge deal. Pairing: Larry Stylinson and (background) Ziall Cover by: loonm102969 (its so good thank you thank you) Translated: Portuguese : larrywords Arabic: loonm102969

❝Marry me.❞ ❝What?❞

Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.

While on tour for their second album, the 5 One Direction boys gather every other night to play quite the hectic game called 'truth or dare'. Secrets are revealed, crushes are exposed and maybe, just maybe, love is found. [Larry stylinson fanfiction ]

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

Footie team captain Louis Tomlinson might have a little thing for the Uni graduate nerd extraordinaire, otherwise known as Harry Styles, giant Frames starting above his eyebrows and ending in the middle of his cheeks, right above his dimples, bringing out the green irises behind the corrective glass. And. . . things happen.

• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit