Louis Tomlinson has liked Harry Styles since the first time he heard that deep, husky voice. And he finally gets to go out on a date with him.. So why does he feel like something's missing? Why does he wish to stare into blue eyes instead of green ones? To hear an Irish accent instead of a English one? Louis is immediately taken in by Niall's beauty, his laugh, his everything, but, of course, he already had to be taken. And Niall was taken by Lottie Tomlinson, also known as Louis' younger sister. How awkward. (With some of Larry/Narry) {1st Place in Nouis category of 1DBromanceAwards' Summer 2013} (Hi punkblondie here, I started writing this when I was about 15 years old, so beware may be very much cringey. I hope you enjoy it none the less. xx)

𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭𝙞𝙧 • noun • /iˈlɪk.sər/ • a substance, usually a liquid, with a magical power to cure, improve, or preserve something. „I wish I had an elixir, a love potion to make you love me." He whispered, completely unaware that I didn't fall asleep. "You don't need it. Because I already fell in love with you." I murmured, but I wasn't sure he heard me. Vivian Hill is a successful and well-known radio host in the UK. She has a best friend, dreams which came true, and a lovely family. As well as personal secrets and ghosts of the past which are chasing her. Louis Tomlinson is one of the outstanding journalists in the country. His story is full of ups and downs. What happens when these two meet at the staircase as future neighbours? 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨: georgia ku - lighthouse james arthur - medicine |START - 5.01.2021| Highest ranking: 05.03.2021 - #38 in louistomlinson 19.04.2021 - #72 in harrystyles 04.11.2021 - #11 in magazine For translation please contact me via messages.

A collection of Niall centric stories made by me❤ Promots are open!💕 Narry, Niam, Ziall, Nouis, Zianourry (Niall centric) you can all find it here🏳️‍🌈 My DM is always open!💫 EDITING🔥

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Sometimes I feel as if I should receive an award for staying strong for so long. When it becomes almost habit to fake a smile everyday and to hardly ever cry no matter how awful I feel is tough. I make it through though. It's life. I feel like crying is a sign of weakness. I guess that's why I hardly ever cry in front of people or even alone for that matter. Only a few people can see the sorrow deep in my eyes. I hide it with laughter and a smile everyday. I'm good at hiding my true feelings and that's not always a good thing. I tend to bottle up my feelings until I burst. I either yell, scream, and fight or I just sit alone and cry for hours. I've only cracked to one person and she is my best friend. She's always been there for me and is like the little sister I never had, but always wanted. No one else has gotten through me yet. I don't know if anyone ever will either. Maybe someday ill find someone that can make my sorrow and pain go away. Maybe someday ill find someone who loves me for me. Maybe someday is sooner than I expect. Maybe it's right around the corner. Can she find love? Will that love be what she expects? Find out in The Bad Boy by bellebug23. Don't steal my story! This is 100% mine. If you find someone that stole it please report them to me after ranting them out and also reporting them! Thank you and enjoy:)*COMPLETED* ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @bellebug23©