"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

~ A BOOK ABOUT LARRY STYLINSON ~ vote and comment! x it's not often that two strangers will meet, completely unaffiliated, no past encounters nor connections and no intentions to share anything more than a sideways glance or a coy smile on the street, will wind up being the most important part of the other's story. in fact, it's really quite a rarity; to be two perfect strangers, melting in the hands of fate like putty in the palm of one's hand; daring to feed into the idealism of love at first sight; being led by chance; destiny; whatever you want to call it. but maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that this foolish idea of one's future being twisted by fate and woven with another's isn't so crazy after all? maybe a setting like a malibu beach was the perfect place for two strangers' worlds to collide on one breezy, summer morning?

These are just going to be a bunch of cute, romantic and soft imagines between Louis and Harry because they're adorable ;)

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

Harry Styles .. You probably heard of him, he is the one person that everyone fear in the whole Mc.Winston High but even him under all the tattoos has a heart that is beating strongly for the lonely kid: Louis Tomlinson. [short story]