these are all fanfics you can find on ao3 and wattpad.

It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.

Dear Diary, There's nothing wrong with loving another boy, right? I'm not any different from the others. I'm still the boy who was born on February 1st. I just happen to be in love with the boy born on December 24th. But since I do, it limits what I can do. There's many things they won't let Louis and I do together anymore. Some of it I don't understand at all. I can't stand it. Just let me love. Love, H .xx copyrιgнт © 2013 lιndѕayιѕтнecraιc. all rιgнтѕ reѕerved.

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]

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. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.