'I saw him. I'm not sure how it's possible, but I did. I don't care if I was half asleep or the room was dark enough to make my vision horribly weak-- I know it was him. I could hear him. I could see him. I could smell him. I could feel him. I really don't know how it was possible, but I could. I can assure anyone that I'm not mad and what I saw was real, not a dream, imagination or hallucination. It was real. I just... I just need to know how I saw my dead boyfriend standing in front of me.' When Louis Tomlinson's boyfriend died, he took away a part of Louis with himself. A big part of him. The part which Louis called his only good part. Himself. Harry Styles was ripped away from life and Louis in the most cruel and twisted way possible. Louis was trying to move on, trying to pretend that he was over it, but everyone could read him like an open book, and they knew that Louis was slowly breaking. And when you're trying to forget, it never helps that you start seeing your dead boyfriend everywhere. {Written in Third Person}

Louis and Harry have been friends ever since Harry moved in next to Louis. Louis starts to develop feelings for the young lad as they reach high school. But little did he know that Harry wasn't entirely humane. When Niall finds a part dog, part boy that goes by the name of Liam, Niall can't help but feel drawn to the dogboy. Will falling in love with these part animal part humans bring happiness? Or will it just cause trouble?

There are things much larger than fate... Louis Tomlinson is a street musician with a minor drug addiction and a ginger cat he sometimes talks to. After a nearly fatal beating, he is saved by a fallen angel named Harry. Louis shows Harry how to live and be reckless, while at the same time finds himself falling in love with the beautiful immortal. But there are dangers that lurk in every corner. Can Louis finally let go of his addiction and get rid of the drug dealer who's after his life? Will Harry ever tell Louis his secret? One that he's kept for hundreds of years? A secret so dark and gratifying, it could cost them thier lives? The boys like playing with fire; its beautiful and bright. Lust, hate, passion, jealousy; it is all very dangerous. Their love is merely a blaze, and they are moths drawn eagerly to the burning element. But if one is not careful, everything could all smolder and burn.

“Harry, what the fuck?” Louis shoved Harry's arms off of him, rolling his eyes at the taller boy's repetitions. He ran his fingers through his hair, then turned his gaze up at Harry, anger evident in his eyes. “You're really not minding the agreement very well right now.” “I do not care,” Harry said neutrally, propping himself up against the sink, “I do not.” He shook his head and frowned at Louis.

au; Louis is a painter and teaches classes where he harps about being honest even though he can't be honest with himself. Harry takes black and white photographs that show exactly how he sees the world.

Basically stuff that I was a fetus starting and will now continue my old legacy of trying to be funny basically