(Non-Famous) Warnings:Smut, Language, BoyxBoy, Hybrid. Don't like? Don't read. One thing is for sure, having a Hybrid is extremely rare. You're family has to be rich to own one, and you'd be very popular. Having a Hybrid is very expensive to maintain, and you need lots of privileges. How To Please Your Hybrid, and Keep Them Happy: 1.Do not neglect. 2.Tell them everything, don't keep a single secret. 3.Have trust in them. 4.Love them. 5.Spoil. 6.Engage in sexual activity.

(Originally name 'Here kitty, kitty') Harry styles gets taken off the street by a couple of scientist who knock him out cold, when he comes to, he had fluffy cat ears, and a two foot tail. He's caged until four lads adopt him.

louis tomlinson, a boy who's addicted to smoking. harry styles, a boy who sells cigarettes, and feels very sad.

This story is being continued by @_hamartithia and will be wrote on their account. (Mpreg) Harry's a 16 year old spoiled child who loves short skirts and pastel pink. Louis' a 24 year old man who's dating Harry's sister, but loves when Harry calls him daddy. (bottom Harry)

Unknown Number: Alright, love you mum Louis: I think you've got the wrong number Unknown Number: Wait, so this isn't my mum? Louis: No, it's your daddy Unknown Number: Louis: Unknown Number: Louis: ;)

Harry's father Devon marries Louis' mum, and at first, Louis isn't happy about it. In fact, he tries his hardest to hate Harry. But the more he learns about Harry, the more he likes him. In the process of getting to know him, Louis learns a dark secret that could tear their "family" apart. Louis is sworn to secrecy but how long can he keep a secret that hurts the boy he loves? Ships: Larry, Ziam, Zerrie, Nemi, and Elounor WARNING!!!!!! Contains: Physical and sexual abuse; self harm; depression Also was written when I was 14 so there are some problematic things in this story. Also it's cheesy af. Read at your own risk.

Everything started with a piece of a paper being held up against a window sill decorated by different types of flowers saying "Hi! my names Harry, Whats yours? :)"

*This is a Larry Stylinson fanfiction* ~ The mirror cracked from side to side, Shattering, pattering, on the tide, The shards fell down, down to the ocean floor, What a shame that no one could help him anymore. ~ With the candles lit, and the lights off, the boy simply spun three times in front of the mirror. Spin one. "Bloody Harry." Spin two. "Bloody Harry." Spin three. "Bloody Harry." The mirror cracks, and well, you know the rest. ~ A.N. The poem at the top was written by ME. :3 EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY BELONGS TO ME EXCEPT FOR ANY CELEBRITIES I USE AND ANY BLOODY MARY MYTHS I USE. I hope you enjoy it! :)

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)