Harry is mesmerized by the remarkable new senior student Louis. Louis' bad boy reputation and good looks quickly earn him respect at school. But somehow, Harry finds a way to break him out of his shell and show him the real Louis Tomlinson. But is their undefined relationship really true, or was it pushed through unpure motives?

Grande Manor, the old, creepy building on top of the hill right outside of Cheshire. Nobody goes near it at night, kids stare from the gate during the day, too afraid to go any closer. It's rumored to be haunted, stories of kids who've snuck into the house for sleepovers to prove to their friends how brave and unafraid they are, only to return home the same night speechless... Harry used to be one of those kids. He used to gaze from the back seat of the family car as they drove by, intrigued by the large wooden door up front and the windows that all seem to be covered in dark curtains. He's always wondered what the inside looked like, and there's always been this strange attraction between him and the house. Now that his parents are divorced and his mother is looking for a place to move in, this might be his chance to figure it out, and maybe while he's at it he can figure out the blue eyed boy who likes to swing on the tree.

"hello, how can i help you? " "hello, pretty boy. "

Harry was born a girl, but he was never happy that way. He kept it a secret for years, and didn't tell his mom until he was 17. Unfortunately, his mom didn't accept him as her son, and sent him to live with his dad. No one at Harry's new school knows he is transgender, so when a beautiful blue eyed boy walks in on him changing, he has a lot of explaining to do.

"why would I choose to make my life harder?" or the one where Harry gets himself stuck in a web of lies just to keep his secret safe.

Louis Tomlinson is a seventeen year old omega deer shapeshifter and has always dreamed of finding a mate of the same species as himself. What happens when he finds three of them? **** "What do you plan on doing now, sweetheart?" He asks me, an eyebrow raised at me in question. "You would like to know that wouldn't you?" I ask him with my own raised eyebrow. I have been taking karate since I was a little kid, maybe ten years old and since then I have beaten up everyone in my school that screws with me or my little brother, that includes any alphas as well, so this should be a piece of cake. I don't waste anymore time to think on my move as I bring my tiny fist back and giving the closest alpha my best shot. I realize that I didn't think this through when all that ends up happening is me getting my hand hurt and making the alpha I punched very angry. The alpha growls in a low voice angry at my actions. "You really shouldn't have done that, sweetheart." Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, deer shapeshifters, feminine Louis, mpreg, violence, smut.

"Three is better Than one" Well whoever Said that has obviously not been in this kind of situation. Seriously, three is not better than one. Especially not when these three things is three very good looking triplets. Even more so when it looks like two of them seems to be convinced that you should be theirs and the last one simply seems confused about it all. Well this is the situation Louis finds himself in. He is new to the school, a school that is apparently hosting three good looking triplets. Both Edward and Harry seems to have taken an interest in Louis and well Marcel... He is just too cute for his own good. Something happens at a party and what follows is a serie of events that makes Louis wonder if he hadn't been better off if he never had met any of the Styles triplets. Still, what is life without a little excitement?

Terrified and wet Louis Tomlinson finally finds a hotel to stay in so he is protected from the people who are chasing him. As the cold water drops pattered down he rushed inside, not bothering to check for anything else. When parents tell you to not go in strange and abandoned places they aren't joking, and Louis had to learn that lesson the hard way.

*This is a Larry Stylinson fanfiction* ~ The mirror cracked from side to side, Shattering, pattering, on the tide, The shards fell down, down to the ocean floor, What a shame that no one could help him anymore. ~ With the candles lit, and the lights off, the boy simply spun three times in front of the mirror. Spin one. "Bloody Harry." Spin two. "Bloody Harry." Spin three. "Bloody Harry." The mirror cracks, and well, you know the rest. ~ A.N. The poem at the top was written by ME. :3 EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY BELONGS TO ME EXCEPT FOR ANY CELEBRITIES I USE AND ANY BLOODY MARY MYTHS I USE. I hope you enjoy it! :)

When Harry receives a number of tapes filled with Louis' voice, he's terrified. What was on these tapes? Harry wasn't supposed to hear Louis' voice again. It was impossible. Louis was dead. Or was he? [larry version BASED OFF OF 'Thirteen reasons why' with a twist] Written: 2015 Translations: Italian- @killapikkoletta / @horansrebs French- @PrettyCockyLarry