Young love. There's nothing like it. Beautiful, yet dangerous. It changes people. It can help the weak ones, but also destroy the brave ones. Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. Locked in a closet, begging to get out. How much can one person possibly take until the feeling of letting go takes over?

❝You drive me fucking wild,❞ he says, pulling at his hair. He moves closer again--this time grabbing me by the waist. I let out a groan as he kisses my neck. ❝Shut the fuck up, baby.❞ #1 ON FANFICTION 04/28/17

Louis spent year after year under a fake mask. Hiding himself from the world and the people in it. From the moment the tall, brown haired boy stumbled into his life, the mask slowly fell and the high walls he had spent years to build up became short enough for Harry to climb over. SEQUEL "Keep me safe" IS OUT! HIGHEST RANKING #3 Larry Stylinson

Harry and Louis both take the same 24 hour flight.

24 hours with Larry Stylinson. It's short for a reason, meant to be read in one sitting.

For as long as Harry Styles can remember, he has known that he likes both girls and boys. He is now eighteen years old and goes to high school with his best friends. During his youth, he's been with both sexes. Not many people know about this, though. His closest friends only think he likes girls, and Harry has never bothered to tell them otherwise. However, it all gets complicated for Harry when he suddenly starts crushing on one of his best friends, Louis Tomlinson because Louis is the biggest ladies' man of them all. Will Harry ever get his feelings reciprocated, or will he end up having to move on? © 2020, Pauline (Larrys_Girl), All Rights Reserved. Highest Rankings: #1 in Larry 29/11-20 #1 in Harrystyles 8/3-22 #1 in Stylinson 29/11-20 #1 in Tomlinson 2/2-22 #1 in Louis 23/2-22 #2 in Highschool 19/12-20 #9 in Wattpad 10/12-20 #9 in Boyxboy 15/3-22

È sotto un salice che lo incontra per la prima volta. Capelli di un castano così caldo, così chiaro sotto quel Sole di giugno, da sembrare miele; un viso spigoloso, pieno di ombre, così sature in quel giorno limpido; gli occhi più azzurri del cielo, più familiari di quelli di sua madre, occhi che potrebbe passare una vita ad osservare - o che ha già osservato per una vita, più lunga però? -, occhi in cui potrebbe sprofondare, essere soffocato da quell'azzurro così puro, così vivo, ed esserne comunque contento. E quelle labbra, Dio, quelle labbra: labbra da mordere, labbra da assaporare particella per particella sulle propria lingua - ed eccolo lì, un sapore sulle labbra - un ricordo? - la cosa più dolce che abbia mai sentito. Harry è ancora confuso dalla familiarità di quel viso, da quelle lievi occhiaie che non appartengono a quel viso perfetto, quando gli scappa un: "Ci conosciamo?". Il ragazzo sembra pensarci un attimo, litigare con sé stesso silenziosamente; all'improvviso sembra molto stanco, esausto, come se avesse vissuto mille vite. "Sì," dice, e la sua voce è velluto, "Sì, ci conosciamo, Harry. È la mia dodicesima volta."

With each passing day, Harry had become increasingly consumed by his resentment towards Louis; his ill feelings festered away inside him, like poison, and made a home within his heart. His insides had darkened, hardened, and the idea of love had become completely unrecognisable to him. For a long time, Harry had wished for nothing more than for the silence between him and Louis to become permanent, because he knew, when the time comes for them to reunite, he would probably end up making all of the same mistakes again. After a ten month hiatus, One Direction are forced to reunite and Harry and Louis have no choice but face up to the issues that had plagued them just a year earlier. After so many months of silence, will things be different between them or will Harry and Louis go back down the familiar path of destruction and anguish? With the future of the band hanging the balance, everything depends one thing. Forgiveness. -- This story is still in the process of being completed, so I would really appreciate feedback--

Harry Styles was a sixteen year old highschool student. But he wasn't your average high school student. He wore the same black hoodie to school every day with a pair of black skinny jeans, his long brown curls hung in his eyes and he slouched. Harry, he didn't talk. It wasn't that he couldn't talk; he chose just not to talk. He didn't talk to anyone including family. Of course he stood out which led to bullying. Louis Tomlinson was a junior in highschool, he was a year ahead of Harry but educationally he was right in line with Harry. Recently, his mother got a new job often in London, so they packed their bags and here he was. Louis was walking into the school building, a bright smile on his face as he entered his first class of the day. He looked around at all the unfamiliar faces before he noticed an odd blob of blackness in the back row. Louis being the curious person he was walked to the back row and took the seat right in front of harry. The whole class was stunned; no one sat near Harry. "Hello, my names Louis." Louis greeted, smiling. Silence.