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Secrets || larry by gaysicle
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••complete 2014•• all it takes is one drunk call for them to start talking. after all, who better to tell your secrets to than a stranger
Boys in the Street || larry by gaysicle
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••complete 2014•• harry has a homophobic dad, but he still loves louis
A Rainy Tuesday || larry by gaysicle
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••complete 2014•• on a rainy tuesday a gun was fired ten times within their high school. one loved the shooter. the other lost his best friend to him
Write me a song || larry by gaysicle
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••complete 2014•• harry is a singer and louis is a sassy barista
Magic || larry by gaysicle
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••complete 2016•• harry has an abusive boyfriend and louis moves next door
Take Off Your Running Shoes by traductionslarry
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Harry est le caissier super mignon du supermarché. Louis veut coucher avec lui. Un amour de vacances s'en suit. #tradlarry Version originale écrite par polkadotpeacoat.
Killing Time || larry by gaysicle
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••complete 2014•• harry and louis spend the summer together
Baby Heaven's in your Eyes by smileyourepretty
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They couldn't be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster, before then he's off to Uni. He has big plans for his future, and thanks to his parent's money he will have no problem achieving them. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there's one thing that completely annoys him, it's that there is a community college right across the street from St. Mark's Private School, and he has to look at the poor, totally inappropriate students that go there. Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to Doncaster's community college, just because the Holmes Chapel comprehensive expelled him twice in the span of two years, so he and his family had to move to another town. He has no future because he never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he's either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there's one thing he absolutely hates, it's the snobby students attending the private school right across from his, who think they're better than anyone just because their parents have money. When they meet, Louis is nothing but disgusted by the tattooed boy, and Harry can't help but laugh at the innocent yet sassy boy with blue eyes and amazing arse. Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that's the last (and maybe the only) thing they need. (Disclaimer: I'm from America and know close to nothing about the education system in England, so I apologise in advance.) LAST CHAPTERS ARE ON PRIVATE BECAUSE OF MATURE CONTENT! YOU NEED TO FOLLOW IF YOU WANT TO READ -- Thank you @Cupcaribo for the banner ! Love it :)
Obsession. by JaimeHarry
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Quand j'ouvre les yeux après un long sommeil, je me dis tout le temps qu'il y a pire que moi. Je me dis que j'ai un logement, un très petit logement. Je me dis que j'ai de la nourriture, peu, mais j'en ai. Je me dis que je gagne des sous tout les soirs, pas une grande somme, mais j'en gagne pour survivre tandis que d'autre n'ont rien. Alors, même si ma vie est pourrie, même si je vend mon corps d'homme, même si j'ai tout les soirs mal, je me dis qu'il y a pire que moi, et ça va un peu mieux. Mais j'ai toujours mal. Quand il ouvrait les yeux, où je travaillais, il me regardait et il n'avait plus mal. Il souffrait, il ne disait rien, mais il n'avait plus mal car il me regardait. Moi, Louis Tomlinson, je me sens observé, quand je travaille dans ce bar. Je ne sais pas si il s'agit de ce groupe de motard qui gueule sur un match que diffuse la télévision du bar. Je ne sais pas si il s'agit de ce vieux, qui regarde son verre, attendant que le temps passe. Ou bien si c'est ce jeune, ce jeune garçon avec des longues boucles, des longues jambes et des yeux verts qui m'observent silencieusement.