Louis Tomlinson keeps three secrets--three that change him. First, Louis Tomlinson isn't like the other boys. He's known since secondary school; but it took him a long time to come to terms with it. Louis' sexuality is one of the hardest things he's had to deal with, and he has to deal with it alone. He knows how foolish it would be to tell anyone else--people can be so judgmental. Secondly, Louis Tomlinson is depressed. For him, depression is no longer a condition, it's a state of being. Happiness doesn't exist in his life--he struggles just to get out of bed day to day. Louis hates himself, he hates his sexuality, and most of all, he hates his life. He slowly begins to understand what it means to be truly alone. His third secret is comes in the form of his creamy-skinned, curly-haired Cheshire flat neighbour. Everything from his rosy cheeks to his mossy-green eyes have Louis going mad with longing. He's never even exchanged a word with him, but he knows that he's addicted to this boy. He is Louis's drug, and he can't get enough of him. He's Louis's dirty, dark little secret that he has to hide because he's scared of being left alone yet again. But they say that holding things in can destroy a person from the inside out. And these secrets are breaking Louis Tomlinson.

Harry Styles has secretly been in love with Louis Tomlinson from the very first day he laid eyes on him, but Harry must keep this a secret for the band's sake. Stress, conflicts and just being around Louis begin to make Harry question his ability to keep pretending that Louis is not everything to him. Hating others and himself, taking his own life comes to mind more than once. One night, the unthinkable happens; and this causes Harry to lose all control. The matchmaking skills and advice from Niam will not help and Eleanor is only making it worse. Harry is sure Louis will never love him back. Or will he? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ { Disclaimer; all characters in this fictional story have NO connection to their actual personas besides their physical appearances and names. All personalities of the characters are simply created from my own imagination, and used for no purpose other than, story telling. } ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I hope you enjoy(-:

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)

WARNING: This story will contain sexual interaction, severe sexual punishments, boyxboy, smut, etc. If this is not your thing I suggest you leave, please do not leave any hateful comments because they will just be deleted. Thank you. ~~~~~~ 1955 was a strange year, BDSM was becoming more popular day by day. It was spreading everywhere, but in Louis' town, everyone was doing it. Even his mother! But the weird part was, he didn't have dom. And he wasn't old enough to be one, it was hard being sixteen, no one wanted you. To them you were just a "kid". But Harry Styles didn't seem to think so, he was nineteen, officially able to become a dom. He needed the perfect submissive though, one day when he's strolling in town and bumps into the shaggy headed boy, he instantly falls in love. What happens when Louis becomes his sub? Will they work out the way he wanted? Or will everything fall apart?

Louis Tomlinson isn't your averaged 19-year old boy. He hears voices. He talks to himself. He is trapped in his own little word. Soon, the voices start telling him to do bad things. Just burn your hand, it won't hurt. Just slit your wrists, don't you like blood? Maybe you should take a few extra pills. The voices were now screaming at him, commanding him to do all the horrid things. After he listens to them, and cuts a deep gash into his arms, his parents put him into Medical Meadow Institute. There, he meets Harold Edward Styles. He was suffering from Severe Multiple-Personality-Disorder. These multiple personalities all feel differently about Louis, but all Louis wants is for Harry to be happy. And maybe, just maybe, they can start it all over again.