❝everything he wrote was pure fiction; vivid imaginations❞ + purely dedicated to shelby aka @aIiens love yaaaa

❝never have i ever..... fucked a louis.❞ ©flawedfrangipane2014- all rights reserved

the tale of how a depressed rich kid fell terribly in love with the new kid, who skateboared and wore oversized sweaters religiously. he wrote poems about it in his ruined notebook; the notebook that changed everything © 2014 divurge all rights reserved warnings: suicidal mentions, self-harm, abuse, depression.

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

zayn malik AU "hello, yes hi. how are you? are you okay? are you doing fine? well i'm doing good, i'm louise. my mom is moving in with her boyfriend so i'm gonna be staying with my dad at his place. i do believe that you're my neighbor right? i've seen you through my window and i just thought i'd come to say hi. so hello." © finatticz [ cover by @doncstr ]

❝Oh, what's wrong, love? Too shy to speak?❞ © copyright recklesslou 2014-2015

☮ It was the unforgettable summer of 69' during the Woodstock Festival, where the legendary tune of Jimi Hendrix' Purple Haze floated into the misty morning air. It was in between camp tents and small fires in the late night, where love was equal and peace was everything. Where the air was thick with the scent of marijuana and creativity. While listening to legendary performances, and laying in the grass with the summer sun kissing our tanned skin. That was the summer I learnt what love was really about - and took part of what is still considered an iconic event for the cultural generation of the flower children with their slogan 'make love not war'. That was the summer I fell in love with a curly haired boy wearing a flower crown, whose smile and kind eyes I would never truly forget again. ✿ cover by @fvixola ✿ WARNING: this story contains use of psychedelic drugs. All Rights Reserved 2014 © arietem

He tightens his hold on Louis’ tiny waist and begs, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” His breath condenses on Louis’ neck and seeps into his skin, trying to keep him warm, trying to keep whatever hope they have left warm, but Louis just keeps crying, “You don’t, you don’t, you don’t.” He tightens his hold on Louis’ tiny waist and begs, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” His breath condenses on Louis’ neck and seeps into his skin, trying to keep him warm, trying to keep whatever hope they have left warm, but Louis just keeps crying, “You don’t, you don’t, you don’t.” Or, after three years of no contact with his best friend, Harry Styles goes to America when he receives an invitation to Louis’ wedding. With Louis’ fiancé gone on a business trip and a week before the wedding, Harry’s forced to reconsider his mistakes in the past, and whether or not he wants Louis in his future. A week of sex, sorrow, and passion ensues. © 2013 All Rights Reserved. Cover by AlexandraJoy