au; a hangover, a cup of coffee, and bumping into an ex might be all louis needs to find love again

❞ "He is insane." - "He is a psychopath." - "He is dangerous." ❞ The list of rumors about Harry Styles was long, and everyone knew them but no one knew the truth. The only thing they knew was that Harry was lonely, shutted everyone out and pushed people away. No one bothered to go near Harry and everyone stayed away from him, until Louis moved into town. Louis was told to stay away from Harry at his first day in the new town, but that wasn't how Louis worked, so he ignored all the warnings and tried everything to get closer to Harry and to get to know the curly-haired boy. As his uncle told him when he was younger: "There always is a reason behind people's behaviour, no person changes unfounded. Don't judge, find out the reason and help. Sometimes a person just needs a special person to fix them." And Harry wasn't the only person with problems and secrets. ** This story can be triggering at some points, pleas be careful. ** [ currently unedited ]

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

••complete 2014•• on a rainy tuesday a gun was fired ten times within their high school. one loved the shooter. the other lost his best friend to him

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

George has kept a secret from the world. Even to his best friends. A lie he has lived with for as long as he can remember What happens when George has the ability to go to America for treatment. What happens when Dream himself is at the hospital and just so happens to spot George Of all places.. How will the two best friends meet up take a big turn in their friendship A turn on their lives forever ~~~~~~Disclaimer~~~~~~ I'm no doctor and i don't know much about this disease and im sorry. I've done research to the best of my ability so if i get certain things wrong about it then im sorry I will gladly take explanation as to how I've messed up with the disease and will try to change it If i find out they read this trash story i will be passing away There will be slight swearing. And most likely cringe but who knows I tried writing this story with a different disease but it just didn't work out as much as this one does

Dream and George are just vibing on minecraft with voice chat when someone interrupts George. George 'mutes' his mic but unknowingly misclicks, allowing Dream to hear everything. What Dream heard that day forced him to lie straight through his teeth to his closest friend. (I know, sounds cliche af lol) - ❕WARNING❕ This fic has: -Homophobia -Mentions of abuse -Threats -Things you should never do(arson, running away from home, etc.) -Some sort of angst ): - ABSOLUTELY NO SMUT ò_ó - Cover art by me - Keep in mind that all my shipping is respectful and of course if the cc say it's fine-- also purely for fun-- don't ever harass or be up in their faces about ships Only one ship in here as well- everyone else here is just friends Written coz I think the ship dynamic would be pretty pog imo - Started: September 5, 2020 Finished: October 15, 2020 - #2 in What for a long time XD wth #1 in wth 14/2/21

༄ Dream is the lead guitarist in a band, George is just a boy who happens to be the one Dream falls for. Little does George know this isn't the first time he's ever encountered the man he will slowly come to love. - tws/cws at the start of each chapter !! :) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED please ask for permission before attempting to repost/ use/ make new works/ with any content from this book. please contact me to discuss further through tiktok - @amymayfarrell_ instagram - @amymayfarrell

4,336 miles. The distance between London and Orlando. George has never been so aware of it until now, helplessly listening to the white noise coming from Dream's mic. Dread pools in his stomach as his fingers stumble over the phone's keyboard, searching for a contact he hasn't thought about in months. It seems to take ages for the call to connect, but eventually George hears the groggy "hello" he's been waiting for. He takes a deep breath. "I think there's something wrong with Dream."

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //