Louis Tomlinson didn't need anybody. If he didn't need anybody, then he didn't have to care for anybody in return. And that's just how he liked it. He had three close friends, and that's all he'd allow. Until Harry Styles came along and ruined everything. Louis becomes confused as to if he really hates Harry, or if he feels something different... (June 2013 Elsie here. I was a bit of a carrot when I wrote this. Just... ugh, please forgive me.

Louis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don't understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him. (Cover made by @UniquelyOrdinary)

Louis is that odd punk kid who works at the library. Harry is that dorky, hipster kid who practically lives in the fiction section. Pining, and fluff. (feat. punk!Zayn, side-Ziam, and Niall as Niall.) Cover made by @HunterMay18 Copyright © 2014 by something1d, all rights reserved.

Louis never thought that Harry Styles was a possibility. He was a famous author with a bestseller. But then, he was. And Louis didn't know if that was good or not. #147 in Fanfiction

Louis is a twenty-one year old owner of a popular tea shop called 'Spot O' Tea'. Recently he notices a new customer with curly hair and green eyes, who comes in at the same time every night; 9pm. But that's not what worries Louis. What worries him is the bruises that scatter across his body, multiplying every day.

Harry has friends, some would say he has a lot. But sometimes his friends forget about him. Sometimes he gets left out, sometimes he'll speak and no one will hear him. But then sophomore year a blue eyed witty boy appears and well, for the first time Harry was noticed. WARNINGS: • depression • social anxiety • mentions of suicide (but no actual suicide ofc)

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?

Bojím se dne, kdy zmizí. Probudím se, neucítím teplo z druhé strany postele, neuvidím jeho tělo schoulené v proutěném křesle v rohu pokoje. V tu chvíli přestanu existovat. S jeho pádem budu padat i já. [Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction.]