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[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

"Stay," Harry whispers desperately, pressing his lips to Louis' temple like he can somehow ease the pain that's blooming there, but he can't make the pain stop and no matter how hard he tries he can't make Louis stay. - {not my story} COMPLETED

"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, "And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like." or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with him. {Ao3 wankersville}

Harry/Louis. Summary: 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. THIS IS NOT MY STORY. It was written by Velvetoscar on AO3 (she is mizzwilde on tumblr), and I simply put it on this site in order to make it easy to read without internet access^_^ (Cover by lettuce-brigade on tumblr)

17 year old Harry Styles has been living on the streets for about 3 months now. His mother had died in a horrible car accident and so he had to run away from his alcoholic and abusive father. He didn't want to live there anymore; he just couldn't. So here he was now. It was December, the air was cold and frosty and it had been snowing. The only thing Harry had was a blanket, wrapped tightly around him as he sat there on the edge of a street, freezing. Sometimes he begged for money or food, but it was never enough for him to say that he was /okay/. Because he wasn't. Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice a little car stopping on front of him. It was Louis Tomlinson, 19 years old, who had been driving home from his job at a bar when he saw the little curled up mess on the edge of the street. Louis frowned, opening the door of the driver’s seat to have a better look at it. “Hey.”, he said bluntly and curiously, wanting to know who the boy was or why he was sitting there, Harry peered back up at him with sunken, tired eyes, "h-hi" he croaked: It's weird because somehow feelings start to devolve between a homeless kid and a rich guy.

Just a little bit of Larry proof and what not to brighten up your day!

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

Based off No Control *SMUT SMUT SMUT*

Louis and Harry were one of the most happiest families. Anyone could look at the pair with their two sons and be jealous. But one day, when Harry came home, it ended. Louis held the divorce papers towards Harry with a frown. Louis took everything from Harry apart from his daughter. 6 years later when Harry finally starts recovering, a reunion happens.