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. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

where Louis is in the Stylist fandom, pining over the megastar Harry Styles, who didn't expect the feeling to be mutual. ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ //uni!louis-singer!harry// COPYRIGHT © 2016, qualitystylinson please do not copy or steal my story, or translate it unless given permission.

❝he told me to follow my heart. i told him that my heart goes wherever he does.❞ or; louis has a journal, and a bad sense of telling when something's wrong.

What do you get when you mix a socially awkward teenage mess with a boy who is, in essence, the personification of perfection? Well. ~ larry stylinson, high school au ~ Copyright © 2014 by something1d, all rights reserved. (Book 2: "someone to admire")

Dear Diary, There's nothing wrong with loving another boy, right? I'm not any different from the others. I'm still the boy who was born on February 1st. I just happen to be in love with the boy born on December 24th. But since I do, it limits what I can do. There's many things they won't let Louis and I do together anymore. Some of it I don't understand at all. I can't stand it. Just let me love. Love, H .xx copyrιgнт © 2013 lιndѕayιѕтнecraιc. all rιgнтѕ reѕerved.

They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy's face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips. "Hi," he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. "Sorry. Is this okay?" The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis' waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, "Definitely." And then he kissed harder. (When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.) INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

"I was right about you Harry.... You are just a fucking stuck up snob" Louis hates Harry. Harry hates Louis. What more can I say?

"Let me help you, please Harry." Louis eye were showing nothing but pain which made Harry only hate himself more. "There is nothing that I need help with Louis! I'm fine." Harry argued. "Harry you're not fine, let me help you please." "I don't need fixing Louis!"