Everything was going great. Harry and Louis were happy together... but that's the thing... were happy. Not anymore. How could Harry do this to Louis? Could Louis ever forgive him? Or would Louis spend forever trying to get back to the one he loves? ~Rated PG-13 for violence and self harm~

Louis is depressed. Nobody accepts him, nobody likes him. That is, until he meets his next door neighbor, Harry Styles. (Larry Stylinson One Shot)

Louis has always been an outcast. Now he goes to high school. He has always had feelings for none other than Harry Styles, the school's most popular guy, who gets all the girls and is the team captain of the school's football team. Harry on the other hand, has never paid attention to Louis, barely knows he goes to his school. But what will happen when Louis is forced to go to a party? Will Louis finally get Harry's attention, or will Harry never know who the feathery haired boy is? Highest Rankings: #1 in Larry 21/5-21 #1 in Tomlinson 25/10-20 #1 in Stylinson 22/5-21 #1 in Louis 19/4 -22 #4 in Styles 22/12-20 #7 in Larrystylinson 21/5-21 #338 in Fanfiction

"I love you my beautiful wife." "Shut up, Harry. You're gay and that's that." ~Or~ Harry is married and his wife swears he's in love with Louis. || Ranked: 2nd place in the Popular Larry Stories category of the Bromance Awards ||

This is my second attempt at a Larry fanfic, please give me your opinion on it, good or bad. I really appreciate it. I'm going to try to update as often as I can. Please let me know what you think, thank you for reading! Love You! xxx

Larry Stylinson AU (Alternate Universe). This is boyxboy, if that does not suit your fancy, then please exit. One month before Louis heads off to Uni, he and his best mate, Harry, get into a terrible car accident which ends tragically. Two years later, Louis had started over his life, but it all comes crashing down around him as what should be a ghost from his past starts his first year at the same University Louis goes to. Now, Louis not only has to deal with what should be long gone, but what's bubbling under the surface of his own skin with each encounter of the boy who should be dead.