•••ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ••• "ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ғᴏᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ!" "ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʜᴀʀʀʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ғᴀʀᴍ ʙᴏʏ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ, ʟᴏᴜɪs ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ sᴛʏʟᴇs!" "ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀɪsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ! ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏᴏᴅ!" "ɴᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ғʀᴇᴀᴋ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏɴᴇ" "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍɪsᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴀʜᴀʜᴀ ɢᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ sʜɪᴛ" "ғᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜ!" "ɴᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ɪ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴀᴛ sʜɪᴛ" ••• "ɪ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ɪs!" "ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ɴᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏғғ ᴍᴇ-" "ɪ'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ!" "ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ sᴏᴏɴ sᴛʏʟᴇs" ••• ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀʀʀʏ sᴛʏʟᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏғ ɢᴜᴄᴄɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪs ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ᴀ ғᴀʀᴍ ʙᴏʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ɢᴏᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴡʜʏ ɪs ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏʏ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ's ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ?

"ᴀɴʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴡɪsʜᴇs ᴛᴏᴍʟɪɴsᴏɴ?" "ᴘ-ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍʀ sᴛʏʟᴇs ʏ-ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ sᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ sᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ " "ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ɪs ʜᴇ ᴜsᴇғᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ?" "ʜ-ʜᴇ's ᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ᴍʀ sᴛʏʟᴇ!" "ᴍᴍᴍ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ...." ••• "ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ!" "ɪ-ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ-" "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴇᴅ!" ••• "ᴡ-ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ sɪʀ?" "ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍʏ ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ!" "ᴀᴍ ɪ ɴ-ɴᴏᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ?" "...ɴᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀs... ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ..." "ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ...." ••• ʜᴀʀʀʏ sᴛʏʟᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ʜᴇ's ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛғᴜʟ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ's ᴇʏᴇs. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀᴜsᴛɪɴ ᴛᴏᴍʟɪɴsᴏɴ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʜɪs sᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ, ʟᴏᴜɪs ᴛᴏᴍʟɪɴsᴏɴ, ᴛᴏ ʜᴀʀʀʏ sᴛʏʟᴇs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ғɪɴᴀɴᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴀʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴀʀʀʏ. ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪғᴇ ʜᴇ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜɪs sᴏɴ... ʟᴏᴜɪs ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀᴅᴊᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴇɴʏ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ᴀ

"ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴋɪᴅ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ. ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ, sᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏᴏᴅ?" "ʏ-ʏᴇs ʜᴀʀʀʏ" "ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ" ••• ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴᴀɪʀᴇ's sᴏɴ ʜᴀʀʀʏ sᴛʏʟᴇs ɪs ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʜɪs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs sᴏɴ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏғ sᴛʏʟᴇs ᴄᴏ. ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴜɪs ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ? ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴀʏs, ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ's ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit

completed. ❝if i leave you this moment and never come back, ever, would you cry?❞ ❝no❞ ❝oh, okay❞ ❝but-❞ ❝it's okay. i guess this is it. goodbye?❞ A Larry Stylinson story.

# completed # "Hel-" "LEEYUM! WHERE THE FUCK 'RE YOU RIGHT NOW? I'M DYIN' HERE!!" "Uh..shouldn't you be calling 911 if you're dying?" # or # The one where Harry Styles accidentally dials a wrong number and finds himself amidst weird conversations, 3am jokes, flirty and sarcastic comments and maybe even between all these he finds the one that maybe possibly destined by fate for him. A 28-part Larry Stylinson story. started: 31-10-2018. ended: 25-11-2018

❝Don't ever try to get near me! I don't wanna see you.❞ Harry had slurred in his face looking him in the eye. ❝I-I don't understand,❞ Louis managed to say his voice low, pushing a little from the wall holding his left arm with his right hand. ❝What don't you understand? I. DON'T. WANT. YOU!❞ • An AU where Louis finds himself in a marriage he didn't bargain for. Highest Ranking: #1 in TopHarry [COMPLETE AT 33.4K]

" So Louis tell me can you speak, or are you not much of a speaker?" Harry said. " A-a Littl-le b-bit." Louis responded stuttering. © Larrysshipcaptain All Rights Reserved 2014