Prince Harry's love disappeared, but what happens when a hurt and lost young girl with amnesia who has a striking resemblance to his love stumbles into his life two months later?

Louis and Harry are best friends. And Harry definitely wasn't expecting to see Louis on a porn website. ⚣ Boyxboy, Larry Stylinson ✎ Original story by Stylinson_Larryxx ✄ Cover by @Stylinson_Larryxx

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

"It's true, I crave you." Where Louis' a hardcore fanboy and loves Harry Styles a lot. (One Direction is Four Direction)

"How do you think your parents would react to your success if they were still here today?" ... Jessica Steele is a world renowned singer. Harry Styles is her best friend. Things get crazy when a world tour comes into play. Boundaries are pushed, loyalties are tested, emotions spill, and sometimes love just isn't the answer to everything. [highest ranking: #7 in fanfiction] * I DON'T OWN ANY SONG/LYRICS USED IN THIS STORY. ALL CREDIT IS DUE TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR/WRITER. THEY ARE ONLY USED FOR FILLER AND IMAGERY PURPOSES. I DO NOT OWN THEM OR TAKE ANY CREDIT FOR THEM.

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.*

Maybe she shouldn't have opened her door in the middle of the night. 24/06/19 #3 in fanfiction 24/06/19 #3 in romance