"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

Harry Styles was just a sixteen year old boy afraid to leave his bedroom. That's normal, right? Except it's not. Harry suffers from Schizophrenia. His Mum had been told by doctors, when he was only seven years old, that he was 'sick in the mind'. Schizophrenia: A of a group of psychotic disorders usually characterized by withdrawal from reality, illogical patterns of thinking, delusions, and hallucinations, and accompanied in varying degrees by other emotional, behavioral, or intellectual disturbances. Harry Styles had suffered from depression, hallucinated and heard voices all of his life, voices whispering to him that he was not worth the air he breathed, and for years various coloured pills had kept them mostly tamed. Somehow Harry had managed to nab Louis Tomlinson along the way. Beautiful, excitable, pretty perfect Louis Tomlinson. Louis is the only person who gets him, and he is the only person who Harry feels safe around, because Louis keeps all of the voices away - Louis loves him, and promised Harry that he loved him. Louis swore he would always be there. So what happens when Harry's rose-tinted glasses get torn away, and all he is left with is the reality that even love can't keep him safe from the voices. Because Louis, pretty perfect Louis Tomlinson, can't keep his promise. DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in this story, it is purely fiction.

❝Say something, I'm giving up on you. I'll be the one, if you want me to. Anywhere, I would've followed you. Say something, I'm giving up on you.❞ [warnings: strong language & sexual content]

[completed] "Please don't say anything." "Lou-" "Don't fucking speak," I snarled, my breath hitting the skin on his neck that I was glaring into. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and lapped my hands on each side of his waist, the sensation sending shivers right through me. I said, "I'll do this with you. But you can't tell anyone." ... Where Harry is a boy toy at university and Louis is an efficient student with an uncontrollable sense of sexual desire.

Louis was a sinner, why was he a sinner? Oh well, let me see, His tattoos, his piercings, his attitude, the what he dresses, his bands, but the biggest sin is being.... gay. That's right, Louis Tomlinson is gay. So is Harry, but no one notices. Why? Well, No tattoos, no piercings, no attitude, he dresses like his father, he listens to no music, he has a girlfriend, and he's not gay, at least that's what people know. Louis Tomlinson is an 19 year old drop out. Never finished school and can't get into collage. Harry styles is an 16 year old straight A student. The top of his grades and already has collages mailing him letters telling him that they would like him at their school. If only Harry would've had his wallet in his pocket. IM REWRITING THIS BOOK BECAUSE I MADE IT WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND DUMB ITS GOING TO HAVE THE SAME STORY LINE BUT MORE DETAILED AND BETTER (thankyou)

❝ nerd [noun] ; a person who does not conform to society's beliefs that all people should follow trends and do what their peers do. ❝ Marcel Styles is a nerd, that is something that is out of question. He gets picked on because of the way he dresses, the way he talks, basically for being himself, but Marcel is content about himself, but there's one person who can weaken his knees - Louis Tomlinson, the captain of the school's football team and the exact opposite to Marcel. Unfortunely, Louis is one of Marcel's bullies, along with Zayn Malik, the most shameless guy one could meet in the entire UK, but it doesn't affect the way Marcel feels about Louis. But what happens if a bet changes both lives forever, for better or for worse? And what happens if everything goes wrong, yet so right? [ currently unedited ]

"Watch where you're going, Princess Harriet." Or where Harry is the prince of Cheshire and Louis is the sassiest servant Harry has ever come across(the only sassy servant really) who doesn't take shit from anyone, not even the prince of Cheshire.

I've always been taught to hold my head high, to look presentable- to look better; to be better. I've always been told that to win, I have to be better than the others; turn everything into a competition worth winning. I've always been forced to be polite. But how can I compete? How can I rise above when I'm caught up in being nice to everyone I meet? ************************************************* Harry comes from a very rich family. His father is a powerful business owner and a very controlling man. Louis is a carefree guy who was dragged into going to the fancy dinner party by his equally careless friend.

The story of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson through their time on the X Factor.

Have you ever regretted something you’ve done so much that it physically hurts? I have. It’s like a constant ache in my chest. Have you ever had someone in your life that it so special to you that you think your chest might just burst open when you see them? I have… And I messed it up. I, Harry Styles, had to go and wreck it. Harry Styles had everything. He had a loving family, a good job and an amazing boyfriend, Louis. But he met someone who was slightly too edgy and dangerous to cope with, someone who gave him the easy route to 'fit in'. He got caught in a trap he didn’t like, but didn’t stop in time to escape. He let his one and only fall out of the love that filled every space of Harry's being. After three years in prison, can Harry fix all the torn edges he left when he went away? Or is it too late… DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in this story, it is purely fiction.