Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

- The devil returns to claim his love, but the love has been lost in his acts. - The memory is etched clear in my vision; blames and insults are thrown at him without a second thought. He listens and absorbs every word, not arguing or defending himself. I know it was not him, I know he is not at fault, but words are stuck in my throat and I can't protect him. Only if I could have seen those green eyes turning dark as he turns to leave forever. - ~A Larry Stylinson book based on old mythologies.~ - [Do not Copy, Translate, and/or Publish elsewhere.] [No reproduction of work allowed.]

Harry always painted his nails. He would always use that shower gel that made his body smell like vanilla, but Louis didn't know why and yet, he doesn't know if he wants to know. ----- WARNING: this is a story about domestic violence! There will be sexual abuse, abuse, mental abuse, and self harm!!! Do not read if you will feel uncomfortable! There will also be smut and talks of suicide, please make sure your aware!

"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, "And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like." or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with him. {Ao3 wankersville}

Strawberry milk layers their upper lips, and they giggle and lick it off of each other. They taste it in each others mouths when they kiss; it's on their tongues, and filling their tummies. There are seven cartoons in the fridge, with 1 out that they keep pouring into shot glasses. They give each other a 'cheers!' and tip it down their throats. Instead of burning their mouths, it wipes away the sting that is already inside of them. (Harry still has days when he needs to feel good on the inside. Louis can see it in his eyes, and on these days, Louis needs it too. Maybe just as much.) or the strawberry milk sequel; where harry still needs help, louis' trying to give it to him, liam rents a van, zayns a bit protective of his best mate, and nialls there to tie it all together.