Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other. (Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who's got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.) NOTE: ITS NOT MY BOOK, PLEASE DONT REPORT ME, ALL CREDITS GO itjustkindahappened ON AO3

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

I wrote this when I was like 15 so it's awful and horribly inaccurate regarding lots of stuff and the characters are really, really annoying. If it didn't have so many reads and votes and that I would delete it. PLEASE, if you want something with better writing and still full of angst, look at my other fics instead (Tempest is my fav) // Harry is upset, he just wants someone to care about him but he keeps pushing everyone away. Despite being packed tightly in a tour bus with the rest of the band, he still manages to avoid them. The boys begin to worry, Louis especially. // PSSST, i think my other stories are better! May 2020-July 2020

16-year-old Harry has OCD, causing him to have repeated thoughts, feelings, ideas, sensations, obsessions, and behaviors. He thinks he's a freak. There's a new boy at school who disagrees. This boy could be the one to break down Harry's walls, and his name is Louis. **Warnings: Selfharm (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY SELF HARM), OCD, language.**

This is a small collection of one-shot letters between Louis and his band mates after his successful suicide attempt. This story shows the pain and hardship of losing a band mate, a friend and a loved one.

the sequel to a witty story about two idiots who meet over the internet ft. innuendos

"Um...can I sit here? Pwease," the four year old harry asks. "This seat is taken," the six year old louis lies. - all rights reserved © softiesharry 2020

ꜰɪɴᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ʙʏ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀᴍᴇʟᴏɴ ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴠᴏʟ.6 ᴄᴀɴʏᴏɴ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

••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