harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.
harry goes to walmart to buy supplies to kill himself, but when he bumps into a blue eyed boy- who claims he's his guardian angel-, he's willing to stay a little longer. cover idea credit to: @-voidallison
'I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck' https://www.instagram.com/thighhighlarry/ Copyright 2014, thighhighlarry. All Rights Reserved.
••complete 2014•• harry wants to be a bad boy and he knows just the boy to help him
Louis never thought that Harry Styles was a possibility. He was a famous author with a bestseller. But then, he was. And Louis didn't know if that was good or not. #147 in Fanfiction
Louis's life was supposed to be perfect. He was engaged, happy, and recently scored his dream job as an art professor at a university. So then, why can't he stop thinking about the mysterious mute student in his class?
What would you do if your best friend committed suicide? What would you do if there was no way that you could help them? All there is left, is 199 letters. The only thing they left behind for you. © 2014, Ashley (larrystyIinson), All rights reserved
Harry Styles is starting his senior years at Seabrook High. He's intelligent, handsome and also is proudly apart of the LGBT community. It's a new year and Harry decides to join Drama. His teacher, Mr Tomlinson, is popular within the school for his sass, his smarts and by far his looks. There's just one down side: Mr...
Harry Styles was diagnosed with multiple personality disorder when he was only sixteen. When his mood swings and violent streaks start to harm those around him, Harry's parents reluctantly send him to a mental hospital: Whittingham Asylum. There, he meets detective Tomlinson, who wants to understand the demons that l...
When Harry was little, he hated living in Oak Hollow. It was a stuck-up neighborhood in the suburbs full of broken families and white picket fences. But then, on a hot Summer day, a strange boy wearing heart-shaped sunglasses moves in across the street.
I shuddered as his lips ghosted over my ear. "There really isn't a point in struggling love. You'll learn that soon enough, whether it be the easy way or the hard way, that's up to you." I tried to breathe at a steady rate as he continued. "You see, unluckily for you, I've taken a liking to you Harry. I want you. And...
