Harry Styles can see ghosts. He’s been able to see them ever since he was 6 years old and nearly died after a car accident. Ghosts come to him to ask for help so that they can rest in peace knowing that the unfinished work they were still on Earth for had been finished. But one day, a ghost by the name of Louis Tomlinson comes to him. Harry and Louis have no idea what his unfinished work is but slowly, Harry begins to fall for Louis, even though Louis’ a ghost. WARNING: if you're one of those people who pick on stories being too "Carroty" you'll hate this story. I wrote this around the beginning of their world-wide fame (around 2012) when Up All Night had only just recently been released and they were still doing video diaries so please bear with it! If I wrote this now, it would obviously not be like this but I didn't so bear with it! Cover by @that1Dcrazymofo © 2013, @bex_the_box ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

((warning!: hey everyone! i wrote this when i was like 15-16? and i realized i never put a rating on this story. it's pretty explicit! (i tagged it as mature but i'm going to put in the description that it's 18+ just so it's very clear)) Orgasms. You see that word and you think it's hot...right? Wrong. What if you had them multiple times a day? In front of your class. Your teachers. Your friends. ... Your mom. Harry Styles is a seventeen year old boy from England, he was recently diagnosed with RGS (Restless Genital Syndrome) And guess who's doing a project on the disorder for his medical sciences class? Eighteen year old, Louis Tomlinson. Imagine if you moaned during your algebra test. How does the word orgasm sound to you now? ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ [© Copyright 2016 All work is property of louuuology, any duplication or reproduction of all or part of the work without explicit permission by the author is illegal] cover by protruding™ playlist for this story: https://open.spotify.com/user/axxmber/playlist/16UmEymIoHwOVdKpemDoQ7

But darling, You will Never Know what freedom feels like until you are, in fact, free.

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.

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 Cover made by: whatkooloser

"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}

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)