[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.

" rule number one, never trust a slut. " or where fucking a twink with an abnormal kink can put you through hell with multiple twists and turns. ♥ completed.

The abandoned tree house was something to poke Louis' curiosity. His secret is kept, until he finds someone else trespassing in /his/ tree house. © 2014, [larryuniverse]

❝It's 12:26 am and I'd like to scream at you and tell you that I miss you but instead I just closed my eyes and whispered "you're a fool for letting me go.❞ [sequel to lost memories] [warnings: sexual content]

❝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]

"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