***AVAILABLE AS KINDLE OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON*** good with words; in minds, on lips, on tongues, in pages. 1982 Louis is a writer living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Harry is a figure of colors, curls, and dimples and a thousand words Louis never anticipated writing, a thousand things he never anticipated feeling. highest ranking: 🥇no.1 in #larrystylinson no.1 in #larryfics

@zpanacea gave me the suggestion to write a soulmate fic where Harry's and Louis's souls switch and they wake up in each other's bodies. Until you find your soulmate the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. When you turn 18 a tattoo of your soulmate's first word to you appears on your arm. If you're older than your soulmate you stay 18 until he/she/they catch up. When Harry wakes up on his 13th birthday he notices two things. 1. The room is in color. 2. The face staring back at him in the mirror isn't his own. Purely fictional.

"What's your name, love?" The unknown man breathed huskily into my ear. My eyes widened as his lips attached to my neck. I gasped at the feeling. He sucked lightly at the skin under his soft lips. I was frozen to the spot in the empty hallway. The small chattering from the kitchen could still be heard as the pain intensified on my neck. "So, what's your name again?" He asked, his lips brushing against my neck, which made me shiver. "U-uh, M-Marcel." I stuttered nervously. Hit bit down harshly on my neck and I winced in pain. I wanted to push him away but I just couldn't bring myself to move at all. "When your mum introduced me I never got your name. You look adorable with those glasses and that vest." He whispered and placed a light kiss on the bruised area. I closed my eyes briefly but opened then back up to get a glance at him. His piercing blue eyes stared back at me. His hair was up and slightly shifted to the side and he was fit. But why was he doing this to a nerd like me? Doesn't he see how ugly I am? He cupped my cheek with one hand and the other on the back of my thigh. "Don't think differently about yourself, babe." He walked away right after he ran his fingertips over my crotch lightly. "I'll be seeing you again." He stated, before walking away from me.

Louis moves into a flat while he’s at university, his next-door neighbour, Harry, who he’s never seen is rather loud at night. Louis confronts him about said noise and the two start to chat through the rather thin wall between their bedrooms. Will they ever meet, and if they do… what could ensue for the both of them?

"Call off the wedding." He hears Louis say after a few minutes of silence. "What?" Harry asks, dumb folded. "I said, call off the wedding." Louis demands. Harry crosses his arms across his chest, clearly pissed, "Your mother was the one who came up with the proposal. You shouldn't really be having a problem with this and I'm not calling of the wedding. If you want this to not happen so bad, you can do it yourself." Harry snaps. "I can't call it off because I promised my mother, I was hoping you would." Louis says, his eyebrows scrunched up. "Then too bad you're stuck with me." **** Or an arranged marriage (alpha/omega)AU Where Louis is the CEO of a well known company, an alpha, who has sworn to never to get involved with an omega but has a mother who insist he gets married. Harry, an omega, works at a flower shop and he's really trying to keep his family together. After his father ends up in jail and Jay comes with the proposal he can't decline it. They end up falling in love anyway. (Just a fluff filled story I wanted to put up. Hope you like it.)

everyone talks about the sun and moon being in love, but the real lovers, honey, are the moon and the sea. it's the sea that's with the moon even when the sun leaves it, and it's the moon's light that is able to break through and reach the seabed ; an instagram story.

"It's not like it meant something to you, right? You're married after all." Louis gave his infamous smirk, which was not suppose to look this hot. "Of course, it didn't." The tent in Harry's trousers disagrees. "I don't mind paying back the favour. Any place. Anytime. In any way." Louis winked. And with that Harry left alone to come all over the bed sheet with the frame of his marriage turned down on the bedside table.