Harry smiled at me, “You know, I’m very indecisive and I always have a very hard time picking my favorite anythings, but I think that you have the potential to be my favorite friend.”

Oh so this is a book of stories. They're LARRY. How do I tag things again?

Louis and Harry have been best friends ever since Louis' mum started babysitting 2 year old Harry when Louis was 5. This is the story about the growth of their relationship, through the ups and downs of their lives.

Harry was used to hearing it. "Who's that?" "The new kid Harry. Don't go after him." "Why? Ooh, is he a bad boy?" "No, but his boyfriend is." The gossip came from everyone. But the people who talked didn't know Louis like Harry knew Louis.

To Harry, Louis is like his guardian angel. He comes swooping into his life when Harry needs him the most, and Harry wants him to stay there. But Harry feels a bit more than just friendship for Louis, and when Louis doesn't quite show that he feels the same way, it might just push Harry over the edge.

Harry and Louis had to confirm that Larry Stylinson isn’t real to the press. But what happens when they go back to the hotel and they question why people want them to be together…?

Harry Styles life is a living hell. The young lad feels as he has nothing in to live for, not his best mates, not his mum, nothing. Nothing at all and it is one person’s fault, one person made his life this way, Louis Tomlinson. Will a weekend trapped in a locker room change life for Harry or will it be the final shove he needs to off himself completely? Will secrets be told? Will people own up to their lies? Or are they stuck in their secrets and tied in their lies? (Larry Stylinson, BoyxBoy, it’s rather sad too…just warning)

Harry fixes things. Louis fixes Harry when he didn't even know he was broken.

Harry please!! Louis begged. Harry shook his head and said " I'm sorry Lou, but I cant just sit there and watch you guys. I'm out. Goodbye Louis" and just like that he grabbed his bags and walker out the door. Louis' knees gave in and he feel to the ground sobbing. He felt like he had just lost him. He lost his best friend, the one person who understood him. The one person he had loved ever since the X factor.

Harry and Louis never had secrets, they never kept anything hidden form each other. That's always how it's been. That's what Louis thought, at least. Harry knew something different. After a concert, a signing, being out with the boys, or just everyday really, he into the bathroom, locking the door and repeating his everyday cycle. He cut, anywhere he'd like. Mostly his arms. Then, he'd force himself to throw up any meal or snack he had that day. He would swallow two pain killers, that he saved for the night he couldn't take life anymore, to make him feel numb. He comes home one night, crying to Louis and spilling everything to him. After that, so many things happen in those small hours; the small hour that will change everybody's lives, whether it be good or bad. In the end, it doesn't matter how someone acts, it's their heart that really matters.