••complete 2015•• ursula lives under the sea with her surprisingly beautiful son. she gives him legs so he can get revenge on ariel by killing her daughter, but he gets his own ideas when he views peter pans son

••complete 2014•• harry is a singer and louis is a sassy barista

NOT MY WORK!!!! Written by Zarah5 on Ao3 I honestly just prefer reading on wattpad so decided to post this story here. If author Zarah5 asks for it to be taken down I will be deleting. Summary: As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis' favourite teammate, Liam as Louis' agent, and Zayn as Liam's boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

"You're a headache." "You're a meany boxer!" Or a boxer AU in which Harry's an asshole who's cold and rude to everyone and Louis is his new neighbour who's a walking rainbow always smiles and giggles, these two meet and oh well look at that.

"He's so magical. He's the sunshine of my dull world, the absolute light in my darkness. His beauty consummates me, I'm captive under him." Or The Mafia Au in which Harry is a ruthless mafia king and Louis a simple boy who works in a cute bakery.

Harry Styles, a ruthless drug lord feared by most men and desired by every women had a weakness and that was his beautiful boy, The same boy who he lost three years ago. Louis Tomlinson, a small ball of sunshine was the cute pretty boy every men desired and women loathed, he had curves that put shame on most women. Harry Styles was his mistake, the man who he loved and left when he knew about him. Three years later and fate brought them together but Convincing Louis is more difficult than Harry would've thought, and he'd be lying if he said that he didn't wanted him.

Paris was supposed to be the city of love, who thought getting knocked up by your one night stand whom you're really figuratively never going to meet again? Or The one night stand gone wrong fic.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*