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Fish Hooks and Fairy Tales (A Larry Stylinson Short Story) by outlier_
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Harry's always lived vicariously though the illustrious fairy tales his mother crafted for him, even when it goes against everything he's supposed to believe in. But after a night of flames and futility, Harry questions every lesson he's ever been taught- especially the value of his own life. Caught in the disastrous catastrophe of a father devoted to a punishing Church and the threat of a dismal existence, Harry's own book seems to be withering at the seams. However, when Harry considers his fairy tale at an end, fate, God, some great force, decides that the cover of his story has barely been opened, and that the pages are waiting to be filled by the mysterious scrawl of a supposedly fictitious creature that dwells under forbidden waves. And it just so happens that Harry's ready to read.
flourescent adolescent || l.s by divurge
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the tale of how a depressed rich kid fell terribly in love with the new kid, who skateboared and wore oversized sweaters religiously. he wrote poems about it in his ruined notebook; the notebook that changed everything © 2014 divurge all rights reserved warnings: suicidal mentions, self-harm, abuse, depression.
Morning Glories ^^^L&H (TEMPORARY HIATUS) by cuppalou
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Harry owns a bookstore, is depressed, and in love with Louis. Louis is the host of a morning radio show, happy, almost over-the-top cliché gay, and looking for love.
U.R.A. Fever [Larry Stylinson AU] by ivoryskinandcurls
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He tightens his hold on Louis’ tiny waist and begs, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” His breath condenses on Louis’ neck and seeps into his skin, trying to keep him warm, trying to keep whatever hope they have left warm, but Louis just keeps crying, “You don’t, you don’t, you don’t.” He tightens his hold on Louis’ tiny waist and begs, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” His breath condenses on Louis’ neck and seeps into his skin, trying to keep him warm, trying to keep whatever hope they have left warm, but Louis just keeps crying, “You don’t, you don’t, you don’t.” Or, after three years of no contact with his best friend, Harry Styles goes to America when he receives an invitation to Louis’ wedding. With Louis’ fiancé gone on a business trip and a week before the wedding, Harry’s forced to reconsider his mistakes in the past, and whether or not he wants Louis in his future. A week of sex, sorrow, and passion ensues. © 2013 All Rights Reserved. Cover by AlexandraJoy