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

We danced that night, we danced until my feet hurt. Dancing with her, was like dancing with the devil. irwin all rights reserved 2014

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

[ larry; completed ] you made me gravitate like a moth to light and now you're gone, and i have nothing, i'm choking on my words, and i can't do anything but drown. © caumet

“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on her knees. “I’ll give you two options to choose from,” he says before faintly smiling. “You can either be the one to die or you can be the one to kill.”

"I fucking love you."

"7:15, that's our time."

Where a misfit skips gym and a goody two-shoes slowly gets roped into doing the same.

[COMPLETED] "I have five people on my list that are to blame for why I left. And you, my lovely Harry, are one of them." A story about a girl named Clarissa Mason. She had recorded tapes before she committed suicide. She made a tape for everyone who made her want to commit and one of these tapes is dedicated to her boyfriend Harry Styles. - A fanfiction based on the book "13 Reasons Why" by Jay Asher. -