Harry smiled at me, “You know, I’m very indecisive and I always have a very hard time picking my favorite anythings, but I think that you have the potential to be my favorite friend.”

A boy saw a comet...

❝we're just puppets on a string birds that aren't allowed to sing simply just echoes of the truth hiding out behind our youth❞

The ink unfolded itself on his skin to tell his tales. The dark marks represented a past reborn, and the pain he had to go through in order to tell these stories was like a blossoming field of red roses. The pages of his book told a story that would be a misunderstanding to a stranger, but to Harry it was a story of his childhood that would be told without words and without song, but with ink.

"It's then that he realizes that he's basically gaping at this boy sitting not even two meters away from him and that he's definitely going to notice Harry staring at him like a loon. Harry swallows thickly and forces his eyes to focus on the desk in front of him. Who is he? He sneaks glances at this beautiful stranger up until the professor walks in and begins his lecture. No, that's a lie, Harry practically stares at him throughout the duration of the class and even watches him afterwards as he scurries quickly out of the room, before Harry remembers that the seminar is, in fact, over, and that he should probably get up to leave too. But the boy hadn't even spared him a glance. Harry thinks about him throughout his next class, and then during his late lunch, and then during his shift at the small cafe he works in. He thinks about him that night, as he's laying in bed and trying to go to sleep, about how he just wants to know this boy, know who he really is. And before sleep consumes him, he vows to himself that he's going to talk to him the next time he sees him." harry is here. louis is there. all harry wants is to be with louis. uni au. Copyright © 2014 by something1d, all rights reserved.

Have you ever regretted something you’ve done so much that it physically hurts? I have. It’s like a constant ache in my chest. Have you ever had someone in your life that it so special to you that you think your chest might just burst open when you see them? I have… And I messed it up. I, Harry Styles, had to go and wreck it. Harry Styles had everything. He had a loving family, a good job and an amazing boyfriend, Louis. But he met someone who was slightly too edgy and dangerous to cope with, someone who gave him the easy route to 'fit in'. He got caught in a trap he didn’t like, but didn’t stop in time to escape. He let his one and only fall out of the love that filled every space of Harry's being. After three years in prison, can Harry fix all the torn edges he left when he went away? Or is it too late… DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in this story, it is purely fiction.

Harry's always lived vicariously though the illustrious fairy tales his mother crafted for him, even when it goes against everything he's supposed to believe in. But after a night of flames and futility, Harry questions every lesson he's ever been taught- especially the value of his own life. Caught in the disastrous catastrophe of a father devoted to a punishing Church and the threat of a dismal existence, Harry's own book seems to be withering at the seams. However, when Harry considers his fairy tale at an end, fate, God, some great force, decides that the cover of his story has barely been opened, and that the pages are waiting to be filled by the mysterious scrawl of a supposedly fictitious creature that dwells under forbidden waves. And it just so happens that Harry's ready to read.

Harry is in a punk band. Louis is the new prep kid. It should be a problem. But it's not. or; The one where Louis has a slight depression that always nags in the back of his mind, and Harry can temporarily take away some of the pain Louis' father left behind, until he can't.

Harry Styles just wishes that his life would go back to normal. That the same gym he's been working at for the last three summer's didn't just burn to the ground, and that he hadn't start drinking his own weight in alcohol because it bothered him so much. How he now has to instruct a double class with a man he hardly knows, but might end up knowing extremely well. Along with entertaining a roommate that swears like a sailor, a friend of a friend's who is being framed for the fire and is slightly unnerving, and a fireman that keeps them all together. But when the camera's turn towards the five, Harry's overwhelmed by the attention, not to mention having to help raise money for Hallwalk while suffering a mental breakdown at the thought of what he has to do. Did stage fright always feel like this? WARNING: PG-13 might change to R in a few future chapters. Swearing, alcohol abuse, possibly drug paraphernalia, sexual references, mood shifts and appreciating Louis' sexy body.

Paris, the city of love, is where Louis and Harry meet. Cliche, right? Fast-forward a couple days and a few condom packages later, and Louis is leaving. He leaves a note, though, and for Harry - it's the beginning of a new game. Chasing Louis around the world until they reach their final destination.