##LARRY FANFICTION INCLUDING LARRY-SMUT ~~~~ Louis erwartet nicht sehr viel, als er in den Zug nach Whitby steigt. Eigentlich ist er sich sicher, einen Monat seiner kostbaren Sommerferien in dieser verschlafenen Hafenstadt zu verschwenden. Doch er weiß nicht, auf was er sich einlässt. Denn dieser eine Schritt soll ihn in etwas so gefährliches, so verbotenes stürzen, wie er es sich nie hätte erträumen lassen.

"I love you my beautiful wife." "Shut up, Harry. You're gay and that's that." ~Or~ Harry is married and his wife swears he's in love with Louis. || Ranked: 2nd place in the Popular Larry Stories category of the Bromance Awards ||

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)

One Direction's Louis Tomlinson can't stand his bandmate, Harry Styles and Harry Styles can’t tolerate Louis Tomlinson. They hate each other. One day management decides that One Direction need to reach a wider audience... gay people. Management forces them to date in public and Harry ends up becoming the "beard" to Louis' private relationship with his girlfriend, Eleanor. But what happens if they end up getting closer and closer? There's a fine line between love and hate. What if they cross this line? Cover by @shippingxlarry © 2013, @bex_the_box ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Harry Styles: Boyfriend for hire. He's been told he'll do great at his job, but he's such a klutz sometimes that being young and having a pretty face doesn't cover for it. Louis Tomlinson: Richest twenty-one-year-old in the UK, professional playboy. He's had more girlfriends than Harry's had clients. When he decides that girls aren't fun anymore, he looks for something different. Will Harry end up just being added to his list of 176 exes once Louis is bored of him, or will he change the playboy that is Louis and fall in love?

Louis and Harry grew up together, and were best friends even in their earliest memories. They are 12 years old when Louis has to move to Australia, and they never expect anything to be the same again. They make a pact, a promise to one another, put it in a bottle and throw it out to sea. They promise to get back in touch if any of them ever find the bottle again. A silly, childish pact that isn't so silly when you're only twelve years old. Seven years later, fate turns in their favour. Louis stumbles upon an old, green bottle and Harry just happens to be in Australia as an exchange student. They spend time together catching up, but no amount of time can make up for the seven years they spent apart. It's almost cruel when you realise the one thing most important to you has been in front of you all the while, yet you never realise.

"holy shit, harry! I felt it! I felt your touch!"