❝he told me to follow my heart. i told him that my heart goes wherever he does.❞ or; louis has a journal, and a bad sense of telling when something's wrong.

"don't let me fall into the dark. i've already fallen for you." [©2014 -lamebow. Copyright.]

harry is supposed to have a smooth year in college, but he can't help but pine over a guy that probably doesn't even return the feelings. ( BEAUTIFUL COVER MADE BY @-capetown THEYRE WONDERFUL )

"Harry Styles," he had greeted, "army pilot. Recently deployed to Iraq. And so goddamn happy to see you again." --- Copyright © 2014 MaddsLeigh. All rights reserved.

[Larry Stylinson | Mystery] "You're just...you're someone unforgettable. Like a song you really want to get out of your head, but you can't so you stop trying and just sing along with the song. You're sticky, not like you you, but the idea of you just sticks to my brain." Where Louis' best friend dies and he relies on the help of a disorganized detective to figure out who did it. However, is Louis possibly the killer? Could he have killed someone and not even realized it? There's only one person who can get the job done: Detective Harry Styles. --- Copyright © 2015 MaddsLeigh. All rights reserved.

[Larry Stylinson | Student-Teacher] "Just give me the damn cube and we won't have any problems." In which Louis has an obsession with his Rubik's Cube and also his teacher... --- Copyright © 2014 by MaddsLeigh. All rights reserved

Boom Boom "what was that?" (Completed.) super short story. Copyright © 2015 mysecretjournal ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

You see, Niall didn't know the real Harry. He didn't know what Harry did for him and how much he really cared. He didn't know that Harry sold his body to pay for his daycare, to pay for him to get out of the foster home every once in a while so he wouldn't feel clogged up inside. He didn't know a lot of things, like where his brother's scars came from or why he would come home sad sometimes. He just didn't know, and that didn't bother him, since he was only four and not really wondering about anything other than the good things. And Harry wanted to keep it that way.

I whispered in his ear, fear me dear, for I am death.

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