"Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life" Harry Styles may seem like the happiest boy. Fame, fortune, and all the girls he could want. But behind hidden doors, he's broken. He's broken on the inside and no amount of love or patience could fix him. When he can't turn to his family, and he can't turn to the boys, he needs to find a place to vent his anger and depression. He starts a blog on a website called Tumblr, where no one knows who he is. No one can expect you to be a womanizer or role model if they don't know you're actually Harry Styles. Louis has no clue why Harry has been in his room a lot. He has no clue why Harry's always wearing tight skinny jeans instead of the baggy ones he knew the curly boy loved. But what happens when Louis walks in to ask Harry a question and finds the boy's Tumblr open? How is he supposed to handle this? Not only is his best mate living a secret online life, but he is suffering depression and has been hurting himself in so many ways. Louis can't confront him, so he does what he thinks is the right thing. He starts a blog, and starts messaging Harry anonymously. Harry seems a bit cheerier in the morning, and even starts smiling again. But what happens when they fall in love with each other, but Harry doesn't know that "CleverUsername" is actually his best mate? With love, drama, hate, and depression, can anyone ever be happy with the one they love? And most importantly, can Louis learn how to save a life?

When I first started writing Locker 17, I had a different ending than the one on the original book. I couldn't bring myself to just forget about it, so here's a different ending :)

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

This is my book of fluffy Larry One-shots and sick/hurt fics. (Okay, mostly just sick and hurt fics). ;)

This is a bunch of Larry Sick and Hurt one-shots where either Louis is a doctor taking care of Harry, or Harry is a doctor taking care of Louis. It was inspired by my hurt-fic book, "A Slip of Fate" where Dr. Harry took care of his patient, Louis, and I liked the idea enough to continue it in a one-shot book. It doesn't necessarily follow the same characters as in A Slip of Fate, so you don't have to read it, but I recommend that you do because if you like this book, you'd like that one, and it's not that long. I take requests!

Harry's become addicted to reading Larry fanfics on Wattpad. He's shocked one day to read a oneshot about him and Louis of an event that actually happened to them the day before in real life. Is someone spying on them? Louis and Harry are on a mission to find out. Meanwhile, Niall has become addicted to writing Larry fanfics on Wattpad. This is a short story.

Harry can't help but feel insecure about his flaws, of course, Louis is there to teach him how to love himself once again. 5k of fluff and smut This work contains MPREG, don't like don't read.

You know the saying that something is just so cute you could die? Well, what if people really did start to die-off just because they witnessed something cute? People all over the world, of all ages, are dying from Larry's love. It's a world-wide epidemic. They just click on a YouTube video of cute Larry moments, and when it gets too cute for them to handle, they keel over. Dead. Just like that. Would you keep watching, or would you spare yourself the death of cuteness? (This is a very short story, meant to be read in one-sitting. Enjoy!)