Louis used to spend every night drinking himself unconscious. He wanted to escape his life, his surroundings, he wanted to escape himself. Marcel, Edward and Harry are siblings working at the same rehab home. Marcel is the doctor, Harry the nurse, and Edward the therapist. They started the family business fresh out of med school, knowing that they wanted to spend their lives helping others. Their days went by as usual, until one night when a boy walked through their door. A boy who looked broken beyond repair, a boy who would end up saving them just as much as they saved him. The only question is, will it last?

[discontinued until further notice] Harry's heart was dead set on freedom. It was not a recent thing, he had been itching to get away from the confines of the responsibilities he had as the prince of Eonshire. Running away from home was easy, but building another home for himself out in the cruel world was not. But things turned out just fine. It also brought him closer to a rogue alpha who was unlike any other alpha Harry had encountered before. Soft-spoken and adamant, the alpha offered Harry a place in his quaint house. Hard-headed and indecisive, Harry gave the alpha a place in his heart. Or An omega prince and a rogue alpha falling in love under the dark blankets of the woods, shielded from the outside world yet challenged by the differences between them. °°° All rights reserved, © lilacdaddy, 2021 (Previously published as 'Serendipity')

Why isn't he crying? He's not dead! Please don't say he's dead! Harry's birth was traumatic. Nobody thought he would live. Thankfully he did. But his life would be full of health problems and difficulties.

In the world of psychiatric practice, Louis Tomlinson's relentless dedication, marked by tireless toil and unwavering resolve, had propelled him to a coveted position. With unspoken pride, he bore the title of a seasoned psychiatrist. Life, for him, was a tranquil river until an exceptional case, shrouded in rarity, crossed his path. Within the hallowed halls of his profession, he faced an extraordinary challenge. As fate wove its intricate web, Louis Tomlinson found himself grappling with an emotion he never fathomed within the confines of his clinical world. Love, fervent and profound, had taken root, entwining his heart with that of his patient-a young man known as Harry Styles. "He's the joker. I'm his queen." [This story is a Harley queen x Joker spin off]

"I want to be where your barefoot walks because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing." ― Rumi OR Louis is kidnapped and taken from his home in London, England to Jasper, Alberta all the way in Canada. The last person he expects to see is his ex-high school sweetheart with a badge and a loaded gun on his belt holster. (Alternative title: Butterflies, Blue Skies And Your Eyes™️) MATURE CONTENT!! #62 in hurt #20 in onedirection, #37 in louis, #159 in harry #115 in larrystylinson The cover picture is not mine. All credits go to the owner. Disclaimer. I do not own one direction or anything with a brand name. This is a fan fiction and purely for entertainment. larryent August 2018 DO NOT STEAL/REPOST MY STORIES/WORKS. ©larryent

They didn't mean to fall for eachother. And they certainly didn't mean to act on their feelings. But a man can only take so much. It wasn't his fault. And it wasn't hers as well. Sometimes people just don't know that there actually is someone out there who they are destined to be with.

[completed] "Why a butterfly?" "'Cause you're picturesque. Like a kaleidoscope." *** Louis Tomlinson, a film enthusiast with poor self-esteem and lack of social competence, finds his entire world flip upside down when he starts having amorous dreams of his newly gained friend, Harry Styles.

"I don't have to hear you say it to know you love me." Harry began losing his hearing when he was 13, now he's 22, and wears hearing aids, but prefers to talk through sign language if possible. He likes to hold on to visuals, since he struggles holding on to sounds. Louis is 24, and he is the voice that Harry hopes to hold on to the most. This is their story. This is Signs Of Light. Bold text is sign language 🤟🏻 Trigger warnings at beginning of chapters completely fictional, and i own none of the characters or photos 🖤 Highest rankings: 🥇No. 1 in #larryfics No. 1 in #toplinson

"You're still seeing in black and white?" Liam said, no longer beating around the bush. "Yeah, but maybe there's some kind of problem, you know?" "The problem is that you're still with Eleanor even though you know she sees colors." "But maybe there's just a problem with me and I'm never going to be able to see colors and she is my soulmate. Maybe there's just something wrong with me." I tried to argue but we both know that that's not true. Soulmates and colors are almost an exact science, there can't be anything wrong. The colors don't make mistakes. "Do you see colors with Eleanor?" He asked, already knowing the answer. "No..." I answered after thinking about it for a second. I don't know why I thought about it. It never changed. "Then she's not your soulmate." He said matter-of-factly. "Okay, then who the hell is? Who's my soulmate and why haven't I met her already?"