Louis, an upper year Residence Advisor and sexy loudmouth aspiring journalist, pulls along quirky and anxious first year student Harry, determined to help him get the most out of college. The younger boy quickly learns that college isn't just about bad roommates and boring professors, but a place for getting hopelessly lost trying to take a shortcut in the dead of night, getting pulled up onstage in a coffeehouse, getting a bit tipsy and making bad decisions, and maybe even falling for someone entirely off limits. **Trigger Warning: Anxiety/Panic Attacks** *I really appreciate all the lovely messages, but I am not currently looking to translate any of my stories*

Sequel to PRINCE OF THE SEVEN SEAS -CREDIT GOES TO OXY ON TUMBLR- OXY: http://oxeh.tumblr.com/ DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE FIRST ONE. ****not my work, just reposting from oxy on tumblr <3

[larry ; complete] They live in a world where they're only allowed to say four words a day. Harry meets some people that don't want to live that way. [ranked #29 in fanfiction] - all rights reserved @tommoandbambi ©

in which harry has a condition where he forgets what he does the day before and takes poloroids and writes journal entries to remember

”He was the sun and I was the moon, Forbiden to be together. But our love created an solar eclipse- Made out of this burning love.”

"Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine.”

❝he told me to follow my heart. i told him that my heart goes wherever he does.❞ or; louis has a journal, and a bad sense of telling when something's wrong.

"Time is now abstract, but not of the essence. Any and all meaning it once held has been destroyed, leaving Harry unsure of whether weeks have passed or months. Time seems never ending now, no one to talk to, nothing to do, no motivation for either even if they were options. " Sometimes, we try to save people. Sometimes, people try to save us. And sometimes, we fail.