Set in Paris, France. When they first made eye contact Louis choked on his coffee and Harry nearly went flying over his handlebars. We all know love isn't easy. It's not easy to give a person your all not being sure if that will be returned. It's not easy to make sacrifices for the one you love, though you do it anyway. But, having the one you love by your side every step of the way makes the world a little easier. And that itself makes everything worth it. Get ready to laugh, love, cry, scream and fall for this book. It's the true love you've always wanted with a sexy twist.

"Nothing makes you hurt like hurting who you love" Love shouldn't hurt, loving somebody with everything you have shouldn't make you feel like you're dying. Louis feels like he's drowning. He should have known where this was going from the start, he should have been prepared. Now he's waking up in an empty bed, some days he doesn't want to even wake up again. There's a hole in his heart; it's in the shape of Harry. Nothing he does can fill it. Drugs, alcohol, pouring out his heart into songs that Harry probably won't ever hear. When Louis is with him, he feels like he's in heaven. Being alone, that's what he feels he deserves, at least Harry can be happier without him. Maybe if they met at a different time, under different circumstances, he could have saved them. Louis had to do what was best for Harry, but it kills him a little everyday. Louis sees his smile everyday, but he knows it's no longer for him. Someone else makes Harry happier, but Louis wanted it to be him. They could have had forever. Louis would have given Harry everything. "Forget what I said, it's not what I meant" Harry had tried to say, but Louis knew that wasn't the truth. After everything they've been through, Louis still loves him.

*This is a Larry Stylinson fanfiction* ~ The mirror cracked from side to side, Shattering, pattering, on the tide, The shards fell down, down to the ocean floor, What a shame that no one could help him anymore. ~ With the candles lit, and the lights off, the boy simply spun three times in front of the mirror. Spin one. "Bloody Harry." Spin two. "Bloody Harry." Spin three. "Bloody Harry." The mirror cracks, and well, you know the rest. ~ A.N. The poem at the top was written by ME. :3 EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY BELONGS TO ME EXCEPT FOR ANY CELEBRITIES I USE AND ANY BLOODY MARY MYTHS I USE. I hope you enjoy it! :)

Harry is Middleston's shut-in, feared and hated by every member of the county. Harry isn't tormented by inner demons nor was he the victim of an abusive childhood. Harry is a serial killer. He is driven by a malevolent intention: revenge. An unorthodox circumstance causes Harry to cross paths with Louis - the bookworm with no self control. For Harry, meeting Louis has made the most frightening parts of him less so. For Louis, meeting Harry has brought on a fear in him that is worth a shudder or two. Harry becomes obsessed with Louis' every move. His over-possessive nature rapidly roots itself in this relationship. Louis is his friend. Only his friend.

[Larry Stylinson | Mystery] "You're just...you're someone unforgettable. Like a song you really want to get out of your head, but you can't so you stop trying and just sing along with the song. You're sticky, not like you you, but the idea of you just sticks to my brain." Where Louis' best friend dies and he relies on the help of a disorganized detective to figure out who did it. However, is Louis possibly the killer? Could he have killed someone and not even realized it? There's only one person who can get the job done: Detective Harry Styles. --- Copyright © 2015 MaddsLeigh. All rights reserved.

"I didn't receive a response," Harry greeted. "Good Evening, Louis, happy birthday, how are you?" Louis greeted with a dry tone, darting towards the Alpha as he moved in. "You could try that as a greeting instead." Harry choked a laugh out and repeated, "Good Evening Louis, you look like someone gave you a stupid idea again and you want to kill them." "I do not look like that," he threw back and leaned on the wall to which Harry mirrored his expression and leaned on the wooden door instead. "Let's agree to disagree," the Alpha allowed and proposed the question, "So are you gracing me with your presence?" "Where is this dinner happening?" Louis questioned him. "My chambers." "With a chaperone?" "If you wish for it." "And if I do?" "I'll abide by your wishes." "Shut the fuck up," Louis harrumphed, "I can take care of myself." "I didn't insinuate anything, you did." Louis rolled his eyes as he beckoned him to walk in the direction of his chambers. Louis was the first Omega to ever be crowned a monarch without an Alpha by his side. After his failed marriages, he decided to remain confined to his own spirit until Harry Styles rudely waltzed in.

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Louis Tomlinson is a monster. He knows he is. That's why he left home. He isolated himself in the woods. Then, one day, he made a mistake. He went back.

AKA "The Sunday Fic" Louis is a love-brainwashed-teenager of hope drenched in dreams, clad in over-sized clothes damaged with holes, and standing waist-high in novels. Harry is a selfish closeted football captain with a head too big for his heart, and a bad habit of not thinking before he opens his mouth. No one ever said love was easy, Louis learned the hard way. Originally written for the HL Mpreg Fest 2019 on AO3 (collection link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HLMpregFest2019) Based on a prompt. Please read the warnings in the introduction. [completed at 3.5K] #195 in fanfiction, #3 in larrystylinson. The pictures used in the cover are not mine. All credits go to the owner. Disclaimer. I do not own One Direction or anything with a brand name. This is a fanfiction and purely for entertainment.