Zayn si appoggia al bancone e guarda, il suo whisky quasi finito, il calore che aumenta nello stomaco, mentre il ballerino sul palco si tira i capelli e rotea i fianchi. Zayn vuole toccarlo, realizza. È stanco di guardare. Gli fremono le dita. (AU in cui Harry è uno spogliarellista, Zayn è uno spacciatore ed entrambi hanno molto su cui lavorare, prima di poter funzionare insieme.) © thisonegoes All rights reserved Vietata la riproduzione e traduzione di questa e altre storie di thisonegoes. Il diritto mi è stato concesso dall'autrice stessa.

[A psychological thriller] When you can't even pay for a bottle of water, you might want a friend like Casper. This may be hard considering he's the God-given prophet of Seabrook high; the type of kid who offers existential philosophies on a Monday and spews poetry the next. Friends are a select few for Casper, and Holden doesn't have the right kind of luck for a golden ticket. But he isn't worried. After all, to win the heart of a prophet, all you need is intelligence. And intelligence is all he's got. Cover credit: Photo by Martin Stranka. Design by toska_. Trailer Credit: Clips from Xavier Dolan films. Made by me.

Nobody knew where Jack came from. Nobody knew when he’d ever leave. From the moment he arrived at Saint Dymphna Asylum, Jack hadn’t uttered a word. He stayed voiceless and lost in his own world. Most figured that his past was terrible. Some guessed that he went to hell, but never came back. Suddenly, on a rainy day in October, Jack opens his mouth. And the truth is frightening. WARNING: This book contains evidence of homosexuality and use of foul language. Read at your own risk. Cover credit: Photo by Noil Klune (www.noilklune.com) Design by: simba-aa Trailer credit: Trailer made by me.

"Viaggio molto, visitando ogni angolo remoto della Terra che possa stuzzicare il mio interesse, cercando le spiagge più pulite e le montagne più alte. Restando abbastanza a lungo da conoscere gente, da farle affezionare, ma non rimango mai. Ora so cosa si prova ad essere lasciati indietro." One Shot basata su Summer Love.

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.

" Lí, appoggiato al muro con la sua sigaretta accesa tra le labbra c'era una persona- un uomo, si capiva da una seconda occhiata- che udendo le sue grida aveva girato la testa di scatto. "La prego! La prego mi aiuti!" Aveva gridato dal profondo della gola, aggrappandosi al suo braccio e guardandolo negli occhi."

Full version of Second Edition available on Amazon and via Kindle Unlimited. Chris Sinclair fades under a dark cloud after losing his mother to cancer. On the cusp of adulthood, he doesn't know where he should go or how to get there. But watching life pass him by was never the plan, and when he is forced to attend a concert in an attempt to coax him out of his shell, he discovers that life might have more to offer. Dante Heron holds the audience between his delicate bow and the tips of his fingers. He plays the violin as if every heart is his to command, but the discipline needed to perfect his skills has left him with nothing to spare. He's a fire that burns too bright or not at all-unpredictable and demanding. When Chris is unexpectedly offered a job to travel around Europe as Dante's assistant, or 'friend', he surprises himself by accepting. Their journey barely starts before Chris realizes he's in over his head. Every step along the way is fraught with tension, and the farther they go, the closer they veer to a breaking point. Invisible strings are at play, stitched into Dante's life by those who should have taught him how to love. Perhaps Chris is right to be afraid, but sometimes, what you fear the most is what you can't afford to lose.

Quindi a Harry viene un'idea, una fantastica, fantastica idea, la migliore idea che abbia mai avuto, apparte quella volta in cui ha pensato di farsi crescere i capelli. "Nuovo piano. Ti baceró ogni giorno finché comincierai a pensare che dovresti essere baciato ogni giorno." Au in cui Zayn è insicuro e Harry cerca di aiutare a modo suo. ©StormDancer

Liam asked him last week, when he was drunk and feeling brave, how he knew about Harry, and Zayn was drunk and feeling brave, too, so he told him he didn’t know, that’s the point. There was no crash, no bang, no chase through an airport. It was more quiet than that. Zayn didn’t even feel it, how, from the moment he and Harry met, the space between them got smaller and smaller until there wasn’t any at all.

The More I See You è una storia Larry AU, ambientata al "Centro di Riabilitazione per Giovani in Difficoltà di Westminster" dove Harry, cieco dalla nascita, è trattenuto per depressione. Louis è un volontario di un'associazione che legge libri alle persone non vedenti, e gli è stato chiesto di leggere per Harry durante il suo ricovero. Il resto, come si suol dire, è storia. ITALIAN TRANSLATION, I DON'T OWN THIS STORY. Credits to http://jellyfishes-fanfic.tumblr.com