▪C O M P L E T E D A T 9 9 . 6 K▪ "Are you afraid of me, Beau?" Harry asked huskily, and Louis shivered at the intense look in the Alpha's eyes. Louis didn't answer, making Edward smirk in amusement. His smirk dropped when Harry's eyes flashed red. "Well, you should be." OR 《In which Harry is an Alpha mafia don who has equally dangerous brothers, and Louis is a pregnant Omega.》 !MAIN SHIP : STYLESTRIPLETS X LOUIS! !ABO DYNAMICS! !MPREG! A Larry AU. !SIDE SHIP : ZAYN X NIALL X LIAM!

It all started with a compromise. A compromise to let Katlyn go to a One Direction Concert for her birthday. Rachel Collins finds herself onstage in the arms of Louis Tomlinson before she can even blink, and she doesn't even know that was the first time she would see the boy that would change her life forever. (BOOK ONE)

Every girls dream is to meet One Direction, right? Well not me. My name is Celeste Rose Edwards, I was like any normal 19 year old, expect for the fact that I don't eat, live, breath One Direction. My best friend, Kelly, on the other hand, was so obsessed it was unhealthy. Maybe I wasn't so obsessed because I grew up with Louis Tomlinson. I sometimes think about our times growing up and wonder if even remembers me like I remember him. Well I was about to find out.

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

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

{book 4} - ❝ All women are the same. One day they say they love you, that they are gonna be with you forever; the next they meet someone else, someone who can be with them when they need it, someone who shares their world. And then they tell you “but we can still be friends.” Yeah, you know what I think of that? Fuck you. That’s what I think. ❞

"I dare you to make out with that guy" said Niall. Louis scoffed awaiting for his boyfriend to react "Babe you seriously gonna just let me go?" Nothing, not even a mere shake of the head. "Fuck it" top!Harry bottom!Louis (unedited) Traslations: - Polish (@darxxia)

This is the story of two young men, both lost in the world, who were bought together by chance. One desperately wanting routine in his messy chaotic life. The other deeply craving some chaos in his scheduled routine. This is the story of soulmates. This is the story of Room 197. Cover Image by @nsfwspouses on Instagram

Everybody has a story, but Mia's is definitely special. After being seperated from Shiloh, her one true love, she decides to hitch-hike across the country to reunite with him. The boys of One Direction just happen to be doing a show in Las Vegas when they stumble upon this 'traveller'. They hear her story and are moved to help her, bringing her along and promising to drop her off at her destination. But when a certain someone finds himself facinated with this girl, what will happen? {Book 2 in 'Inspirations' series}

❝No one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes, who smell like smoke, who taste like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems, and so many sad dreams...❞ © all rights reserved // emily-j