this is not mine this belongs to copperbadge on Ao3 In an alternate universe where Sirius Black never went to Azkaban, Harry divides his life between the Dursleys' house and Mr. Black's bookshop -- until Sirius realises what the Dursleys are doing to him, and takes him away from their care.

Prince Harry has spent his life hidden behind the gilded gates of privilege, duty, and tradition. But one unexpected detour into the city's rougher neighborhoods introduces him to Louis Tomlinson-a sharp-tongued tattoo artist whose life couldn't be more different from Harry's. Louis is everything Harry isn't: bold, jaded, and unapologetically free. And yet, beneath Louis' cocky smirk, there's a darkness Harry can't quite unravel. As their worlds collide, a dangerous game of attraction begins. Louis wants to corrupt Harry's innocence, but what neither of them expects is how intoxicating their connection will become. Caught between the expectations of royalty and the allure of the forbidden, Harry must decide: will he follow the path laid out for him or risk everything for a boy who seems determined to unravel him?

It's Louis' senior year, and he's dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he's also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies "with benefits" was not exactly the plan. Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren't friends, and football is everything. Hello! This story is not mine!! It's by isthatyoularry on ao3. Also this story was taken down for lord knows what reason but I'll upload it again, I got a lot of messages asking what happened but I have no idea either. Also, I will be uploading the harry's pov to this book as well. Happy reading :)

"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

"let me inside." (yandere!doppelgänger x reader) (lowercase cont'd)

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

❝Ela não o tornou melhor, foi ele que a tornou pior.❞ //@p-unkk 2014

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Um desleixe por parte de um rapaz de mãos grandes, um CD partido, um dono de uma loja furioso e uma adolescente fugitiva que é incapaz de mentir. Com estas circunstâncias como pode um amor surgir? © 2015 por KindaHotIrwin. Todos os direitos reservados.

"i thought maybe it was my turn to write you letters." ➴ this is a spin off based on my other story "letters" so if you haven't already, go read that first. x ➴ lower case intended © troubhle 2014