❝you're louis?❞ ❝and you're harry?❞ ❝yeah.❞ ❝I don't know about you harry but, I think we're soulmates.❞ »»»»»» or an au where harry is born with his soulmate's name on his wrist. being the little adventurous adorable shit he is, he's determined to find the person on his wrist. {idea creds: hemmohshitson {tumblr} } ©2014 larrywho 6/1/14: Fanfiction #797 10/23/14: Humor: #844

❝What's a 'Lost Boy'?❞ ❝You're a Lost Boy!❞ ❝But... I'm not lost?❞

Hiya ;) Not many of these are around yet and I thought it'd be fun to do this, so why not? Also, don't be afraid to request a scenario~ *Might not be exactly spoiler free ??

LARRY. A story where friendship has no bounds. Or, where Louis is down, and Harry picks him up.

••complete 2014•• harry is a model in new york and louis comes down for a visit

"And yours..." His voice was barely audible to me. All I could hear was my heart beating too fast in my chest. "M-Mine?" He gave me a small smile, but his eyes were distant. They stared into mine. I felt violated, as if he were reading me like an open book. I felt exposed. "Yours is red," he finally said. "Red?" "Red," he confirmed. It was silent. He didn't offer me a definition of what a red aura meant. His eyes narrowed at me, seeing my confusion. "You seem perplexed, do you know what a red aura means?" I slowly shook my head, our eye contact never breaking. The longer he held my gaze the more uneasy I felt; the more exposed. He kept my gaze as he absentmindedly picked up the pen in his fingers. He explained without emotion, "A red aura can mean many things. Yours?" My eyes had drifted the pen he rolled between his pointer and thumb. "Yours is wavering ever so slightly. It's also tinted darker." I tried to swallow but my throat was too dry. I could feel his eyes burning holes into my head. I kept my eyes trained on the pen moving slowly in his fingers. "That means you're nervous," he told me. Chills exploded down my spine, my palms began to sweat, and I could feel my heart rate pick up. He added, "I'm use to that reaction though." I sighed lowly, hoping he didn't notice, in relief. I flexed my fingers only now noticing how my hands were slightly shaking. I clasped them together under the table so he wouldn't notice. I felt the heat of his gaze slowly follow them. After watching the area where they rested under the table, his gaze came back to mine. I quickly adverted my eyes back to the pen still rolling in his fingers. I could feel my heart rate pick up again just from feeling his gaze as he watched me in silence. He abruptly said, "It also represents fear." I felt the color drain from my face. The pen stopped moving. I looked up to meet his hard gaze. He had a thin smile, eyes glistening with mischief. "Do you fear me, Harry?"

What would you do if your best friend committed suicide? What would you do if there was no way that you could help them? All there is left, is 199 letters. The only thing they left behind for you. © 2014, Ashley (larrystyIinson), All rights reserved

••complete 2014•• harry wants to be a bad boy and he knows just the boy to help him