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Close to Nowhere (Larry Stylinson) на angelichl
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"I will kill you in your sleep," Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans. "I don't think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time." "I'll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don't call me that." (Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.)
Nothing But You On My Mind на strawberries2211
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Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.
Rivals - L.S. на fireproofmj
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Louis is the feisty captain of Great Britain's baseball team, the kind of guy who dominates every room he enters and doesn't take shit from anyone. Harry is the indie-pop star who just so happens to be taking some time off music to explore the world of baseball.
Baby Honey - Complete | LOUCEL на larryislouisxharry
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Marcel the baby of his family - so hopelessly innocent with his glasses and shy smiles. Yet so desperately in love with his brothers best friend Louis Tomlinson.
i sleep naked ➸ larry stylinson на uniquelyxlarry
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"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 heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction
Fxck Me (Larry Stylinson Short Story) на asbowden14
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"Fuck me." "Maybe later." Or the one where Harry keeps fucking things up in the store and Louis is the rude employee he always has to deal with, but soon finds himself enjoying it. *Completed* ©asbowden14 2016
In the Name of Love (Larry Stylinson) на harrys-rings
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Harry Styles gets dragged into the woods by his best friend, and then they get separated. Harry, terrified and not even wanting to be there in the first place, wanders around, lost. Then he hears a growl.
A Rainy Tuesday || larry на gaysicle
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••complete 2014•• on a rainy tuesday a gun was fired ten times within their high school. one loved the shooter. the other lost his best friend to him
Love Me Please (Larry Stylinson) на angelichl
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Louis hates Harry, which is fine because he would really rather prefer to avoid him at all costs. The only problem? They're soulmates.
Brave Love (Larry Stylinson) на angelichl
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Harry breaks up with his boyfriend a day before Valentine's Day and Louis tries to cheer him up.