Harry Styles is what you would call an "attention whore". But don't judge the book by its cover. Louis is what you would call a snappy bitch. But then again, you don't know everything about him. (A Larry Stylinson FanFiction)
Louis Tomlinson of the famous British-Irish boy band, One Direction, has become corrupted and rather depressed. Everyone assumed it was because of his and Eleanor's break up, but it's been almost 9 months now and things are not looking up for the eldest band member. When Simon Cowell forces Harry Styles to move back...
"...I wish... I just wish I had somebody to love..." ••• July 22, 2010 at 11:11 pm, Harry Styles made a wish. The very next day at 8:22 pm, his wish came true. What happens when, exactly two years later, Harry makes another wish-- this time for someone instead of something? What you get is not always what you expect~
Ever wondered what it would be like to be in someone else's shoes instead of being in yours for the day? Would you do anything just to have a completely different life than you do now? This is exactly how I feel. Meet Hallie. A 18 year old girl struggling through life to family problems and of course bullying problem...
Louis moves into a flat while he’s at university, his next-door neighbour, Harry, who he’s never seen is rather loud at night. Louis confronts him about said noise and the two start to chat through the rather thin wall between their bedrooms. Will they ever meet, and if they do… what could ensue for the both of them?
I guess life comes with complications. Complications are a part of life. I just don’t understand how things could be this complicated. I mean, 1 year later I was single. That one year was the worst year of my life. But one thing did happen. For 9 months I had a baby in my stomach. An alive baby. For six months now, I...
[✓] (Drama Class sequel) ∥ What are the chances of meeting your former lover after two years? Not that small, in fact. But what if you have to share the same workplace as them? Copyright © 2013-2014 by funkystyles
[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well;...
