"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his he...
"You're different Louis. I..it's something about you that makes me feel connected to you and I don't know. You seem like you need a friend and I would love to be that person." "I don't need anybody." "Everyone needs somebody." "Not me." "Yes, even you. If you won't let anybody in you'll stay stuck and never move on f...
"It's hard to live while you're young when you're a gay, teenage boy with Social Anxiety Disorder." © 2014 xGetTheShovelZarryx Highest in Fanfiction: # 508
Louis Tomlinson was, as you can say, a "bad boy." Harry Styles though was completely opposite. He was a sweet, fragile boy, and not only that---he's deaf. The two fall in love rather quickly like any other story, but there's just something holding them back.. And that something, or should I say someone, is Zayn Malik...
"no, I'm not a ghost" "then what are you?" "I'm Harry" Zayn struggles to keep himself sane when a boy keeps appearing around and no one else can see him, but Zayn. © 2014 xGetTheShovelZarryx Completed On: September 17, 2014
Andrea, an atheist that was deeply troubled. As she see's her world slowly crashing down, she would sill not turn to God for help. But will that change when the mysterious tall man with brown curly hair and green eyes, randomly pops into her house and tell her that he's.... God?
With his water and wind abilities, Louis is a normal High School student, albeit his powers are a little - a lot - more powerful than the other student's. When he runs into his dangerous, predestined soulmate, his life gets twisted in ways he never imagined... He has to save him, but he only has Seven Minutes...
Louis Tomlinson isn't your averaged 19-year old boy. He hears voices. He talks to himself. He is trapped in his own little word. Soon, the voices start telling him to do bad things. Just burn your hand, it won't hurt. Just slit your wrists, don't you like blood? Maybe you should take a few extra pills. The voices were...
❝i think you're beautiful.❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.
