THIS FIC IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. NUMEROUS TRIGGERING CONCEPTS OCCUR. TRIGGER WARNINGS: *religion* *homophobia* *age gap* *adult v. minor* *borderline grooming (unintentionally)* Working in fashion for the past thirteen years has left thirty-two year old Louis Tomlinson privy to the darkness hidden behind glamour, and what he once loved has now left him bitter and jaded. On impulse, he leaves Paris for the very first job that comes along - head of the wardrobe department on a brand-new television show in America. 'Modern Missionary' follows Harry Styles, a religious 16-year-old Texan, on a tour of America. The pitch is simple enough - Harry leads by example, showing the viewers how they too can bring God's light and love to the world around them. Inadvertently, showing Harry to the world also shows the world to Harry; his eyes are opened, not without Louis' help. Harry begins to question everything: his religion, his identity, his values, and his sexuality. How can love be a sin if... cela semble si juste?

J'étais heureux, j'étais bien, j'avais des amis, une petite copine. J'allais à l'école, comme tout les adolescents de cette terre, j'avais des bonnes ou des mauvaises notes, puis tout a basculé quand j'ai appris que mon coeur ne pouvait plus fonctionner. J'ai tout arrêté, j'ai arrêté d'aimer, d'espérer, de croire, de rêver, de rire, de sourire et de vivre. Je vivais à l'hôpital, mon coeur ne tenait que grâce à des médicaments, puis.. Cette star, ce chanteur que tout le monde aime, Harry Styles, à débarqué pendant la visite des hôpitaux, il a débarqué avec ses cheveux long, ses yeux verts, ses mains chaudes et il m'a fait vivre. Je m'appelle Louis Tomlinson, je suis mourant. Il s'appelle Harry Styles, et il m'a rendu vivant.

"You are so, uhm . . . parfait." Harry says, blushing slightly when Louis gives him a confused look. "What?" Louis asks, glancing at Liam who has his eyebrows scrunched together and is glaring at Harry. "Perfect . . . This guy called you perfect, Lou." Liam states sternly, crossing his arms and looking at Harry. "Oh," Louis blushes a bright pink. "Merci." he thanks the green eyed boy, Harry grinning, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Oh hell-" Liam gets up from his seat and walks over to Louis, pulling him back and kissing his boyfriend roughly. [bottom!harry] © pleasurelouis, 2015 - 2016

"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

where two famous youtubers deal with stolen cars, crazy girlfriends and their crazy fathers, movies, tea parties, traveling, and quite possibly, falling in love.

Is it wrong? One direction are on a 4 week break until their tour 'WHERE WE ARE" starts to promote their new album 'Midnight Memories'... The boys only have certain a days off at the moment because of rehearsals and there's a secret within the band between L&H...will this secret come out before tour or during the tour? WARNING: THERE ARE SELF HARM SCENES IN THIS STORY BUT I HAVE PUT WARNINGS AT THE START OF THE CHAPTERS. READ WITH CAUTION. Copyrights - the exclusive and assignable legal right, given to the originator for a fixed number of years, to print, publish, perform, film, or record literary, artistic, or musical material. I have worked hard on this story and using my story as your own will be under the copyright act. Other than that, i hope you enjoy this story.

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Je suis Marcel Harry Styles. Je suis né à Holmes Chapel mais j'habite seul dans mon appartement à Londres pour mes études. Je suis plutôt timide et je n'ai pas beaucoup d'amis. Les gens se moquent de moi, ils sont là juste quand ils ont besoin d'aide. Je suis beaucoup trop timide pour refuser donc je fais leurs travaux. Je déteste cet endroit. J'étais sur le point de déménager et commencer une nouvelle vie à Holmes Chapel. Pourtant j'y suis resté et y suis toujours. Pourquoi ? Parce qu'une personne très spéciale m'a fait changer d'avis. Cette personne est Louis Tomlinson. Vais-je oser l'aborder malgré ma timidité ? [Ceci était ma première fiction, je l'ai écrite durant ma phase "i'm not a fan, i'm a direction. i hate spoons i love carrots blabla" DONC JE SAIS TRES BIEN QUE C'EST FULL BUBBLEGUM CRINGE. Je vous conseille de la lire uniquement si vous souhaitez un peu de nostalgie, ne m'embarrassez pas plus avec vos "la logique svp?" PLEASE]