"Harry? Are you ok?" I asked, groggily, rubbing my tired eyes. "L-Lou!" He stuttered. Shit. "What's wrong? Tell me please." He sniffled. "S-Sorry to wake you." "It's ok. I told you, you can call me anytime." He was silent for a moment. "I... I'm scared Lou." He whimpered. I can hear him crying and it's breaking my heart, again. "Talk to me. Tell me how you're feeling." "I... I'm scared of dying Lou." He sobbed. ...... Louis accidentally messaged Harry. They became friends quickly. But not quick enough as tragedy strikes.

"Hey Lou how are you?" He asked. "I'm fine" I lied. Or Where Louis is depressed and Harry wants to help him. -short story (COMPLETED)

"Why do you wear so many bracelets?"

All Harry wanted to do, was change his profile picture on Twitter... (One shot!)

"I know what you went through, Lou."

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.

Ich habe mich dazu entschlossen neben meinen Storys jetzt auch noch einen Adventskalender zu schreiben in dem ich jeden Tag eine kleine weihnachtliche Geschichte veröffentlichen werde um euch die Weihnachtszeit etwas zu versüßen :) Ich hoffe der Adventskalender gefällt euch :*

Harry Styles is going into his third year of university and he's going to talk to the boy with blue eyes and pretty ankles he's been crushing on for the last two years if it's the last thing he does. With the help of his friends, he's thrown into a few awkward situations along the way.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Love is unique, passion, powerful, and unbreakable. But at the same time love can be fragile, vulnerable, and can be destroyed into tiny pieces, breaking each person beyond repair. I would describe the love between Harry and I as skinny love. Skinny love is powerful but at the same time breakable. People say love can and will conquer all, that isn't the case in all love. Our love was built to overcome anything but as our love grew, parts got shattered along the way, breaking off the strong pieces, leaving us with skinny love.