Open the 5sos bible Credits to Tumblr :) [highest ranking Non-Fiction #12 / Fanfiction #18 / Random #3 ] [cover by me (-royal) so please DON'T copy it or i'll haunt you] ❌ NOT ACCEPTING TRANSLATION REQUESTS ANYMORE TY ❌

Baby, look what you've done to me

"people have tried to fix me, but they ended up broken as well"

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

She thought the world was against her and being loved just wasn't for her, until she met four boys determined to change that. (the writing in this is certainly not my best, just a heads up) warning: this book deals with triggering topics such as eating disorders, self-harm, and suicide. [highest ranking ~ #1 fanfiction] 2015 by mrcalibu. All rights reserved (I do not own 5 Seconds of Summer, Hi Or Hey Records, Arzaylea, Bryana Holly, or any real-life characters that may be involved in the story. I only own my own characters, such as Daisy. Every character and their actions in this book is strictly fictional.)

"This time I'm ready to run, escape from the city and follow the sun." "Well, I should probably get going." He said. "Me too." She hummed along in agreement. "Where are you off to?" "I'm going on a road trip." He grinned. "And you?" "My wedding." © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

"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 ||

Opeens voel ik twee armen om mij heen en van binnen wil ik ze weg halen, maar ze voelen zo fijn en vertrouwd ook al heb ik niks met hem, het voelt wel zo. Ik draai mij om en kijk dan in de aller mooiste blauwe ogen. "Damn" zeg ik zachtjes terwijl ik in zijn ogen kijk.

Just another entirely cliche Cinderella story.

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.