This is the story of a twisted, difficult journey. This is the story of two very different boys finding out who they really are. This is the story of an unlikely pairing, stepping up and facing the cruel world together. Their bond is infinite. Their love is infinite. This is their story. This is Larry Stylinson. Copyright © 2013 by something1d, all rights reserved.

Harry is Louis’ escape, the only one who's strong enough for Louis to lean on. But Louis only seems to end up finding himself with Harry when he’s asleep. He is, quite literally, the boy of Louis’ dreams. or, Louis is in the dark and Harry is the light that guides him home. Copyright © 2013 by something1d, all rights reserved.

In which Louis’ a bitchy, lovable shit, and Harry's stuck putting up with him. one shot, au Copyright © 2013 by something1d, all rights reserved.

"...I wish... I just wish I had somebody to love..." ••• July 22, 2010 at 11:11 pm, Harry Styles made a wish. The very next day at 8:22 pm, his wish came true. What happens when, exactly two years later, Harry makes another wish-- this time for someone instead of something? What you get is not always what you expect~

There are things much larger than fate... Louis Tomlinson is a street musician with a minor drug addiction and a ginger cat he sometimes talks to. After a nearly fatal beating, he is saved by a fallen angel named Harry. Louis shows Harry how to live and be reckless, while at the same time finds himself falling in love with the beautiful immortal. But there are dangers that lurk in every corner. Can Louis finally let go of his addiction and get rid of the drug dealer who's after his life? Will Harry ever tell Louis his secret? One that he's kept for hundreds of years? A secret so dark and gratifying, it could cost them thier lives? The boys like playing with fire; its beautiful and bright. Lust, hate, passion, jealousy; it is all very dangerous. Their love is merely a blaze, and they are moths drawn eagerly to the burning element. But if one is not careful, everything could all smolder and burn.

His name is Harry. But is he really Harry anymore? He's become cold-- not just on the inside but he is cold to the touch, his heart barely moving enough to keep his blood warm. His bones seem to creak with the wind, as if he is going to go fluttering away, up into the sky. Harry isn't himself, he's just an empty shell. Even the tan skinned boy he clings onto seems to be losing that adventurous spark in his eye. Everything he touches turns to ash, everyone he gets close to shatters. But then there's him-- the tan boy with the fluffed up hair and the featherlight touch. His soft voice echoes through Harry's head, it fills him with warmth and for the first time in years Harry isn't shivering, he feels as though the sun is shining on his pale skin. But he's afraid. He's afraid of what he's become. He is skin and bones, he is now a stuttering, blubbering, crying mess whose fingers shake so much that he can't button his shirts. He can't let Louis see him, he can't let his walls fall. But he's tired, he is so so tired-- And keeping his walls up is becoming harder and harder as he falls deeper into Louis' ocean blue eyes.