well well well (no im not louis' cat) OKAY SO THIS FIC IS NOT MINE ALL CREDITS GO TO hattalove (the real author of the story) AND I CLAIM NO CREDITS IN THIS ~SUMMARY~ five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life...
"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing ov...
"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}
Harry Styles is going into his third year of university and he's going to talk to the boy with blue eyes and pretty ankles he's been crushing on for the last two years if it's the last thing he does. With the help of his friends, he's thrown into a few awkward situations along the way.
"Long eyelashes framed the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. They were that hue of green that only shows when the sun hits the sea in England at just the right spot, where the sun-rays leave golden specks dancing in the water. Interwoven shades of green, blue and gold hiding the chaotic nature behind them. Never bef...
"It's like my brain is playing hide and seek.. only one day I won't find it." Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have been best friends since kindergarten. The pair was inseparable. At age fifteen, they became more than just bestfriends. At age sixteen, there was a diagnosis, and the world came crumbling down on them...
***AVAILABLE AS KINDLE OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON*** good with words; in minds, on lips, on tongues, in pages. 1982 Louis is a writer living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Harry is a figure of colors, curls, and dimples and a thousand words Louis never anticipated writing, a thousand things he never anticipated feeling. highest...
"But you... you said..." "That I love you? Well, I know... but I don't. And you don't love me either. We don't know what love is yet. We're too young." ... "Louis," Harry said. "Lou." The boy before him stopped in his tracks. A tiny glimmer of hope made it into Harry's eyes. But the boy didn't turn around. After a sec...
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. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cov...
"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...