Larry Stylinson -One Shots- "I love you." "I loved you first." --- Adorable, Wholesome, and Soft Larry!! Choose Love, Tpwk🍂 © All Rights Reserved

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Another insta story of Larry because I'm bored There isn't much drama in this bc I feel like a lot of the drama in these stories is either unrealistic or just dumb. But yeah... enjoy! Louis is a model/singer Harry is a model/singer/actor

"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?"

[Larry Stylinson | Short Story] "I've been in love with you for seven years." Where Louis and Harry secretly like each other for years, it just takes a while to tell the other. --- Copyright © 2018 MaddsLeigh. All rights reserved. [This story was previously titled "Seven Year Crush."]

"I love you Hazzy, don't forget me." Louis says desperately, gripping Harry's cheeks firmly, yet so softly, not wanting to walk away. "I could never LouLou." Harry's bottom lip wobbles. "I love you more." Harry says, kissing Louis quickly on the cheek, his eyes so glassy. They look so sad, yet so beautiful. Louis kisses his cheek as well, gripping onto him so tightly, he can't bear himself to let go. He can't leave, but he has to. The two boys hug tightly until Jay comes to take Louis away who finally bursts out into tears, causing Harry to physically drop to the ground as his sobs fill the quiet air. Anne is instantly next to him, crying silently, holding him tightly as Louis' car drives away, the young boy looking back in agony, his heart shattering as he sees his best friend break. The car drives out of sight from the mother and son, both young boys wondering if they'd ever see the other again. Started: March 30, 2021 Finished: October 9, 2021

Louis Tomlinson é um rapaz de 18 anos que trabalha em uma loja de discos, sua vida monótona sofre uma reviravolta quando Harry Styles um cara de 26 anos aparece em sua loja e coisas inesperadas acontecem, Louis não sabe o que o destino preparou para ele, mas de uma coisa ele tem certeza, não deixará o amor partir.

Na qual Harry e Louis transam e não se lembram de nada depois, Louis acorda com um plug e Harry tira uma foto polaroide de sua bunda. University of the Arts London, UAL Harry Styles cursava fotografia mas sua maior paixão era o futebol americano, sendo o quarterback dos Wolves, o time da universidade. Louis Tomlinson cursava música e era um verdadeiro fã de musicais, os clássicos. Estrelar em um musical produzido pela universidade era seu sonho, mesmo não conseguindo o realizar nos últimos dois anos. Um passado conturbado e assuntos mal resolvidos definiam suas relações. Harry e Louis se odiavam. Nada que uma noite louca de festa e bebidas e drogas e sexo não resolva. E um plug. Um plug definitivamente resolveria seus problemas. Mas era bem mais do que só uma transa. Louis escondia debaixo de camadas e mais camadas de arrogância e atrevimento, puro sofrimento e traumas. Ele só precisava de alguém que acreditasse que ele valia a pena. Harry era esse alguém.

Harry Styles falls asleep a sixteen year old boy nervous about his upcoming X-Factor audition that could make or break his career. He wakes up a twenty-six year old man with a husband and two children, and no recollection of the past ten years.