One week, one fucked up Porsche, two boys, and an all-important cookie.

I won't stop until that boy is mine ©All Rights reserved. Danny Knight

❝Oh my, aren't you stunning?❞ in which Louis is Alice and Harry is the Mad Hatter [bottom!louis] cc: larrystylinsonvevo © pleasurelouis, 2015 - 2016

❝ sometimes you need to leave the people you love most because they're better off without you. ❞ // sequel to "letters to you." copyright, all rights reserved. [lowercase intended.]

„Those are some pretty dandelions.” „Those are not dandelions.” „Whatever, they're pretty flowers.” / / / Or in which one Louis takes care of the plants in a secret greenhouse while Harry studies science.

"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

rose; a symbol of balance. the beauty expresses hope, promise, and new beginnings. contrasted by thorns symbolizing defense, and loss.

[ BOOK 2; completed ] when the end is not really the end, harry begins to wonder where the story would begin again. © emma jo

A young man who's attempting to find his place in the world battles with his controlling sister and a cheater husband, finds comfort and confusion with the appearance of his childhood friend; his imaginary friend. Or the one where Harry is a grown-up man who is lost in the adult world and his imaginary friend from childhood, Louis, appears after 21 years. Text copyright © 2014 by kosmicgirl. »Humor story #355» april.15.2014 »Fan fiction #419» april.15.2014

[ ziall; completed ] "i am worse than the cigarettes" his whisper is a ghost against my ear. "you know how toxic i am, but you don't care, but it's only because you love the feeling of me on your lips." i couldn't find the air in my lungs to reply, he was right. our love seemed to be destroying me faster than i was on my own. © caumet