*MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.* Harry Styles lives the bad boy life of a popstar; women throw themselves at him, and he's become accustomed to satiating his animalistic urges whenever he feels like it. But somewhere along the line, Harry has become tied to his sexual needs. His relationships with his bandmates, his family, and his friends have begun to suffer while he becomes more and more successful and more and more void of human emotions. One day after launching his massive solo career, his former bandmates stage a coup and stick him in therapy for being a nymphomaniac. Will this knock some sense into him and get him to change his ways -- or will his life continue to spiral out of control? -- Note: This may sound like a smut-laden fic void of substance -- but it's not that. The beginning is a little typical of that, but it is actually a bit of a love story that deals with difficult topics with difficult people and situations. The entertainment business is full of a lot of messiness, and I wanted to play with how difficult "dancing with the devil" can be for a lot of young artists. Not everyone survives unscathed.

Harry is on the spectrum. He's a very bright man but some things are complicated to the boy, like Louis, it's like he's from another universe.

Blue lightening cracks across the dark night sky, illuminating the hospital hallways. A deep rumble of thunder shakes the earth below, the strong force seems to be shaking the old walls of the creaky and rusting hospital. I walk silently down the quiet hallways, leaky pipes dripping water being heard around the hall as the heavy droplets fall to the cement floor. My white nurse shoes tapping ever so lightly against the cold floor as I make my way down the deadly silent hallway. The thunder claps loudly once more, sending a light shiver down my spine as the second flash of lightening lights up the hospital. I dig the keys out of my uniform pocket, clutching tightly to the small object, as I come closer and closer to the door I fear to enter alone. My breathing becomes rapid and my heart rate picks up dramatically. I turn the key in the lock and open the creaky door, only to reveal the man sitting in the middle of the four walled room, his smile is chilling as I enter...

Louis Tomlinson never imagined that his psychology degree would land him a job in prison. Neither did he expect that he would form such an instant and irreversible connection with Harry Styles, a boy haunted by the memory of the crime he committed. Louis never expected that they could come to need each other so much, or that he could ever fall for someone who had done such a terrible thing. But can love escape through the bars of a cell?

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

"We shouldn't have done that," I whispered shakily, under my breath. "Yes, I know," He growled deeply slamming his fist into the desk, "But you're daddy's now."

What the fuck is the purpose to a manners school? Not what I was expecting I'll tell you that. {Basically a BDSM school fic. Larry/Niam/Zustin/Ziam/Ziall} Cover made by the amazing @cuddlybabyhaz

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