Harry Styles is origionally from Cheshire, he moves to Doncastor after his 'secret' got out and started at Halls Cross High. The first time he entered his English class with Mr Gray he locks eyes with a certain blue-eyed stud, Louis Tomlinson. When Blue eyes meet green something clicks within both boys. They just need to find out what that 'one thing' is.

Harry Styles has been living on his own since he was sixteen. He depends on himself and only on himself. He doesn't need anyone else. Or so he thought. But what happens when he meets Louis Tomlinson? A young boy with a big heart. Louis comes from a good home and a good background. He's always been known for being kind, but will his act of kindness to a complete stranger bring him nothing but trouble, or give him the one thing he's been searching for his whole life?

Larry Stylinson AU (Alternate Universe). This is boyxboy, if that does not suit your fancy, then please exit. One month before Louis heads off to Uni, he and his best mate, Harry, get into a terrible car accident which ends tragically. Two years later, Louis had started over his life, but it all comes crashing down around him as what should be a ghost from his past starts his first year at the same University Louis goes to. Now, Louis not only has to deal with what should be long gone, but what's bubbling under the surface of his own skin with each encounter of the boy who should be dead.

(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.