Louis Tomlinson lives in Apartment 32B, his bed linen pink and white daisies and his curtains a soft white pattern. On the windowsill, there rests a flower bed full of pretty flowers, ranging from baby sunflowers to tulips. Louis always has soft music playing, to soothe his occasional stress attacks. Across the hall in 33B lives Harry Styles. His bed linen is beige and incredibly simple, messy and never made. Dishes litter the sink, papers are clustered on the counters. Louis would prefer Harry's messy life to stay far from his neat one but he finds that things turn out to be quite the opposite. WARNING: Mature Content (sexual relations, language, drug/alcohol use) wildfl0wermc | Larry Stylinson

❝you're louis?❞ ❝and you're harry?❞ ❝yeah.❞ ❝I don't know about you harry but, I think we're soulmates.❞ »»»»»» or an au where harry is born with his soulmate's name on his wrist. being the little adventurous adorable shit he is, he's determined to find the person on his wrist. {idea creds: hemmohshitson {tumblr} } ©2014 larrywho 6/1/14: Fanfiction #797 10/23/14: Humor: #844

Louis never thought that Harry Styles was a possibility. He was a famous author with a bestseller. But then, he was. And Louis didn't know if that was good or not. #147 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 ||

"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

Who the hell is texting me? © futuoharry

louist91: I kinda really wanna suck your dick louist91: no homo tho ••••• {HIGHEST RANKING: #3 in FanFiction}

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

"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