"Harry Styles has been reported to be at the hospital for almost two days now after being a victim of a wild car accident last Friday night after last being seen sitting at a bar drinking alone." Part of me was kind of shocked due to not remembering that factor, then again I never really thought about how I ended up in the bed I'm currently sitting in, or even how I injured my leg. Though, I felt my lips twist into some kind of grin because one of my dreams just came true, I was on television. Not proud of the situation, but― "...his band members have not been in contact with the press since the incident and the fans are going wild wanting, no, demanding for more news on what happened." She went on. I felt my eyes bulge out of its sockets. Wait a second; band members? Fans!? CHASING THE MOMENTS. checked marked as completed story on August 12, 2012.

Detention is supposed to be a punishment, but for Louis and Harry, it's the start of something beautiful. Unfortunately, what starts off as a harmless love affair quickly takes a turn for the worse. Through all the stereotypes, judgments, family issues, and demons from the past, Louis and Harry struggle to stay strong. What happens in detention, stays in detention. [NOTE: I began writing this book in 2011 when I was 13 years old. There are many grammatical errors, cringe-worthy moments, and plot inconsistencies. Obviously, my writing has improved immensely since 2011, so please feel free to check out any of my more recent works instead. This book is not representative of my present-day writing abilities. I would prefer to delete this entirely (and its sequel), but there have been many readers who have expressed their love and appreciation for this book despite its flaws. Regardless, thank you all for your support with the Detention series over the past few years. I love and appreciate each and every one of you.]

1918 was a time of hope. A time of triumph. And for some, a time of blooming love, even within people who don't expect it. Upon arriving home granted the end of World War I, Louis Tomlinson is left alone and stricken with everlasting reminders of the gruesome battle he had endured. Across town young teen Harry Styles seems to have it all once his admirable older cousin Warren returns home from fighting. Through various fateful chains of events, the two discover themselves upon discovering each other. And through dinner dates, secret meetings, and a whole lot of white lies, both Louis and Harry find themselves feeling something they know they shouldn't. Love for one another. When Louis is sent of to war yet again, Harry forced to move forth with his life, it seems like the two hidden lovebirds are destined for despair. But through letters of affection, memories as vivid as movie picture, and true love itself, Louis and Harry prove that their love is in fact, Timeless.

"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

52 Birthdays Harry spent with Louis. Larry Stylinson. 8000+ words (One-Shot)

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.