Harry and Louis met in a bar. They talked, flirted and made out in the club bathroom. Harry goes home, Louis goes home, until the next morning when Harry is at school when suddenly... "Hey Class, I'm Mr Tomlinson, you're new English teacher" ((Pretty much based on the 'Ezria' romance on Pretty Little Liars, if you've watched it, well you know what to expect, but if you havn't DON'T! because then you'll know what's going to happen)) WARNING!: Contain boyxboy material, so if your a homophobe don't read, and a little message, Some people are gay, get over it xx

"...I wish... I just wish I had somebody to love..." ••• July 22, 2010 at 11:11 pm, Harry Styles made a wish. The very next day at 8:22 pm, his wish came true. What happens when, exactly two years later, Harry makes another wish-- this time for someone instead of something? What you get is not always what you expect~

Harry is alone, lonely, and ... well, horny. When his best friend convinces him to join a dating website, he thinks that it's his lamest idea yet. But then he meets someone, and now he's thinking maybe it wasn't such a lame idea after all.

Louis has a habit of not complaining. Harry hates it because, sometimes if you don’t complain, bad things happen; like ending up in the ICU. This is the OFFICIAL VERSION please note that there are four or five R rated scenes that have been moved to another site to keep this story un-privated. The links are provided in the appropriate places in the story where you can read them. Please check my bio for the link to the translations! These include POLISH (Polski), SPANISH (Español), ITALIAN (Italiano), FRENCH (Français), RUSSIAN (русский), CZECH, CHINESE (中国的), ROMANIAN (român), PORTUGUESE (português), BRAZILIAN PORTUGUESE (português do Brasil) SLOVAK (slovenská), DUTCH (Nederlands), GERMAN (Deutsch) Direct link to translation masterpost is: http://room_317.livejournal.com

Harry was what you would call a tease. He was shameless , cocky and always knew how to turn one's cheeks in a bright shade of red. It was his way to escape people's questions , he created a barrier by acting out and hiding his real feelings. Louis was the typical wallflower. A shy boy with pink cheeks, bright blue eyes and black glasses constantly falling to the tip of his nose. He kept his thoughts to himself , sttutered whenever talked to and tried to melt into the crowd. Different boys , living complicated lives , trying to survive through their respective issues. Until one day , with just once glance , their two worlds collided.

Harry Styles is your typical highschool popular Jock... Has loads of friends who include Zayn,Niall and Liam. It's the first day back when Liam informs the boys of their new History Teacher... Harry becomes extremely unenthusiastic but goes along but who walks in the door a sexy, brown haired, Young teacher does he take Harry by surprise?

Larry Stylinson... The mash up name that drilled its way into Harry Styles' head. He never hesitated to admit they would fake romantic scenes and kisses, but what happens when Harry's strange feelings take over? Will Harry be able to handle it? Or will his friendship with Louis be timidly awkward forever. But is it all Harry's fault? When Louis' dark past catches up with him, will he be able to protect the boys? will he be able to protect himself? Or will his past mistakes end with the loss of someone he cares about more than anything? A Larry Stylinson slash that has surprises around every corner and a plot with more twists than a slinky. blah blah blah blah read my story please, Kay thanks :)

Louis Tomlinson. Brother, son, student, teacher, haunted? When Louis moves to Cheshire to be closer to his teaching job, he makes one mistake. His house. Haunted by a past life. He refused to leave, why? Only I know. This will be the first and only time the events are told. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Record: Harry, Edward, Milward, Styles. Age: Eighteen Date of birth: February 1st, 1994 Time of Death: 2:55 A.M., February 1st 2011 Cause of Death: Several stab wounds to the neck, stomach, and heart Incarcerated mother, Anne Cox, for murder of Harry Styles. Died in vain, Died for the way he was created. A pointless death. Harry’s sprit still wonders the halls of his abandoned, uninviting home. An angry soul, he was, a lonely soul he was. Anger only boils in his veins once an intruder enter HIS home. This ‘intruder’ will only pay.