A story in which louis and harry meet in a hospital waiting room. short story. (Completed) Copyright © 2014 mysecretjournal ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

"...and one night, he was there." [lowercase intended]

secrets are harmless, aren't they? [ highest ranking #90 in fanfiction - 2015.06.25 ]

There was a boy, his name was Harry. He sat in his room all summer crying and thinking, he lost interest in everything and never was social. He thought of why nobody liked him. He would get so sad he'd hold a bottle of pills in his had all the time. Never dared to open in because he knew he die. Although he always thought that maybe he should just die, but the pain of hurting his mother like that made him not want to. He's scratched at his arms, and one day his wrist became messy. He became numb and addicted to the feeling. It was his secret never to be told. And then when school started there was a boy. His attire attracted Harry and everything just felt different. His heart would eat and he felt like he would faint. But alas he wondered who the boy was and what he did. Because they seemed so similar. Oh Harry, the boy that is me. There was a boy with a mind dark like the night sky. There was a boy full of secrets, if only they could be mine. Updates - Twitter @onelittlepanda_

Harry's jaw tightens, and she can see that he isn't focusing anymore. He picks up the pace of his steps, just like she had reminded him to do countless times before. To her surprise, he's doing it right this time. He is doing everything perfectly, but she can't figure out why he looks so tense all of a sudden. That's when the unthinkable happens. © 2015, huckleberryharry

Dear Diary, There's nothing wrong with loving another boy, right? I'm not any different from the others. I'm still the boy who was born on February 1st. I just happen to be in love with the boy born on December 24th. But since I do, it limits what I can do. There's many things they won't let Louis and I do together anymore. Some of it I don't understand at all. I can't stand it. Just let me love. Love, H .xx copyrιgнт © 2013 lιndѕayιѕтнecraιc. all rιgнтѕ reѕerved.

"Louis," vroeg Harry ineens toen alles stil was. "Ja, Harry?" ik keek hem aan, hij zat een halve meter van mij af op het bed. "Jij vriend van mij?" "Natuurlijk, Harry." - - - - - < Larry Stylinson Fanfic < A.U. < Lopende

"Als ze ons vinden, vlucht dan. Jou zullen ze laten gaan. Ga terug naar je familie, bouw je oude leven weer op. Ik weet hoe graag je dat wilt," er klonk een zucht. "Ik hou van je," "Ik blijf. Samen uit, samen thuis," Louis glimlachte schuin. "En ik hou ook van jou," er viel een stilte waarbij beiden jongens na dachten en genoten van het moment. Dat moment eindigde veel te snel. - - - - - ~Nederlands Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

"Het spijt me." Begon harry. "Het was niet mijn bedoeling om je overstuur te maken." Ik liep naar hem toe en knuffelde hem en begon weer in zijn shirt te huilen. Harry nam me in een stevige knuffel en zei dat alles goed ging komen. Ik schudde mijn hoofd. "Nee, harry. Het komt niet goed en dat weet je zelf ook. Je weet dat ik gelijk had." Snikte ik in zijn shirt. Harry hield me alleen nogmaar steviger vast. De vonken spatte erover. Het voelde fijn en vertrouwd om in zijn armen te zitten, maar aan de andere kant fout. Ik bedoel, wat zouden anderen wel niet denken? Hij is nou eenmaal mijn leraar. sam krijgt een nieuwe engels docent genaamt Harry Styles. of terwijl Meneer Styles. op en dag gaat Sam bij een vriend Marcel slapen en het loopt uit de hand. harry komt haar redden en er gebeurt iets tussen hun. hoe gaat dit verhaal verder? lees het hier xx