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Pride {l.s.} by raindropkiss1
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Louis Tomlinson has tried so hard to not be who he really is. He has worked for years to not be a person that people don't accept. The walls he built are slowly torn down by a tall boy with green eyes. Add Louis, Harry Styles, a pride parade, and a kiss together, and there's a story full of love and someone learning that it's okay to love boys because love is love, right? (Louis is a painter who hides his sexuality. Harry is a wedding photographer who embraces his gay pride. Liam and Zayn most certainly have a thing going on, and Niall is content just trying to open a restaurant.) Cover by @stiles24stilinskiXD
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢. ━━━━ ❛𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀❜ by LEAOIC
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𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢 //𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 ❝𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬. ❞ Water, earth, fire, air Long ago the four nations lived together in harmony, then everything changed when the fire nation attacked. Only the avatar, master of all four elements, could stop them. But when the world needed him most he vanished. 100 years pass and my brother and I discovered the knew avatar. An air bender named Aang. And although his air bending skill are great, he has a lot to learn before he's ready to save anyone. But I believe Aang can save the world. -
Holding My Breath ~ Larry Stylinson by KirstyHoran
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TRAILER: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsDPsBG3Lis Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson just don't get along. Management tells them to put on a smile for the camera's, but behind closed doors they are constantly at eachothers throats. Louis knows that something is making Harry act strange and wants to figure out what - but will he find more than what he was looking for?
Simply, I Can't Stop Thinking of You. (Larry Stylinson) by xxSaraStylinsonxx
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At some point, I feel skin tear in my throat in distress. "Stop shaking, sweetheart, I'm right here. I'm not going anyway. They'll have to pry you from my cold, dead arms," I whisper, so gently I'm not sure if it reaches his eardrums. The only reassurance I have is the way he seems to deflate and a shaky breath is the last thing I hear from him for a while. We just lay there, content in acting like there isn't an entire company after us, and that I didn't just attempt homicide, and that nothing's wrong.