@Louis_Tomlinson: party this weekend, if you're cool, go. if you're @Harry_Styles stay home in reply to Louis @Harry_Styles: you're an asshole you know that right in reply to Harry @Louis_Tomlinson: yeah. an asshole that you undeniably want.

Where Louis Tomlinson literally runs into Harry Styles at the supermarket. At the end of the day he ends up with his number...but how? He likes fruit loops. Who likes fruit loops?

I love you, always. But I just can't have a child right now, Lou. We're both so young. • Larry Stylinson • © larry_smilinson

Where Harry is a patient in the hospital of London and has a crush on his blue eyed nurse. • Larry Stylinson • © larry_smilinson

❝Oh my, aren't you stunning?❞ in which Louis is Alice and Harry is the Mad Hatter [bottom!louis] cc: larrystylinsonvevo © pleasurelouis, 2015 - 2016

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

Harry was ruthless to say the least. Top most wanted cultist in all of America, the vampire enjoyed striking his prey with sec appeal and charm before his bloodstained teeth. As the 1950's style grew on him, he warped into a beautiful specimen admired by all, the darkness didn't consume him when he tried fitting into society. No one dared to think any less of the powerful spawn of Satan. Louis was innocent to the eyes of many. Perfectly groomed to be the best in his class and a steady vegetarian, his life in the era of Elvis Presley and milkshakes at the drive in movies couldn't have been any better. Who knew something so sweet could turn so wretched from a single bite. ------------- cover made by the gorgeous @styleslight check her out story also on ao3 under my wattpad name all the love x

"I heard you're looking for a Dom."

❝ he'd closed the door to all the emotions years ago, but now, the aroma that seeped from his flawless skin was an intoxicating mixture of lilacs and rain, captivating his senses. ❞ warning; lots of sexual tension.

"And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he'd always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it's about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don't go. "