Harry styles was considered "mute". He sat in the back of the class and never spoke a word. Not even to his parents. Harry knew he wasn't mute. But just never had bin able to admit it. He was the nerd of the school. No one would dare to speak to him. Louis Tomlinson was outgoing, loud, and the new kid in school. The day Louis arrives at the school he decides to talk to harry and introduce himself. Will harry talk back? Run away? Or fall in love with the boy with straight hair and blue eyes.. Please read before continuing > WARNING: This story hasn't been updated in two or three years and there are many grammatical errors. You may be disappointed in what you find since I haven't touched this book in those two to three years. If you're willing to and want to update me on how it was (since I have no intent in reading it again) feel free to continue reading these horrendously short chapters and leave me a comment!

It all started with a text at midnight.

Louis and Harry grew up together, and were best friends even in their earliest memories. They are 12 years old when Louis has to move to Australia, and they never expect anything to be the same again. They make a pact, a promise to one another, put it in a bottle and throw it out to sea. They promise to get back in touch if any of them ever find the bottle again. A silly, childish pact that isn't so silly when you're only twelve years old. Seven years later, fate turns in their favour. Louis stumbles upon an old, green bottle and Harry just happens to be in Australia as an exchange student. They spend time together catching up, but no amount of time can make up for the seven years they spent apart. It's almost cruel when you realise the one thing most important to you has been in front of you all the while, yet you never realise.

"He likes girls, you like girls... interesting." or: harry likes feminine boys, louis like kissing lips that are lovely, zayn spends most of his time chain smoking and etching lyrics into walls, liam arrests innocent people and niall loves love, especially when it involves his two best friends.

Louis leaves for another business trip, and Harry can't help but feel lonely without him.

highest ranks: #38 fanfic / 8.26.15 #138 teenfic / 8.30.14 (find the series, which is being edited and re-posted, on ao3. my username is amourlouis.) In which Louis pretends to be someone he's not, Harry is oblivious, Zayn is suspicious, Liam is there for everyone and Niall is Niall. (or, the one where Louis pretends to be a girl online and catfishes the unsuspecting Harry, his unfortunately straight best friend. Louis sort of loves Harry, really, and he didn't mean for it to go this far.)

"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

❝But... I know you, Lou.❞ ❝You don't know anything about me.❞

"Wait, pause. Louis Tomlinson just liked my selfie. What a creep."