"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

WARNING: This story will contain sexual interaction, severe sexual punishments, boyxboy, smut, etc. If this is not your thing I suggest you leave, please do not leave any hateful comments because they will just be deleted. Thank you. ~~~~~~ 1955 was a strange year, BDSM was becoming more popular day by day. It was spreading everywhere, but in Louis' town, everyone was doing it. Even his mother! But the weird part was, he didn't have dom. And he wasn't old enough to be one, it was hard being sixteen, no one wanted you. To them you were just a "kid". But Harry Styles didn't seem to think so, he was nineteen, officially able to become a dom. He needed the perfect submissive though, one day when he's strolling in town and bumps into the shaggy headed boy, he instantly falls in love. What happens when Louis becomes his sub? Will they work out the way he wanted? Or will everything fall apart?

***AVAILABLE AS KINDLE OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON*** good with words; in minds, on lips, on tongues, in pages. 1982 Louis is a writer living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Harry is a figure of colors, curls, and dimples and a thousand words Louis never anticipated writing, a thousand things he never anticipated feeling. highest ranking: 🥇no.1 in #larrystylinson no.1 in #larryfics

Another short story about two boys secretly admiring each other. (German translation available) • Larry Stylinson • © larry_smilinson

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

Louis interns at the state prison and meets Harry who's on death row with only six months until his execution date. - "Why would you want to love someone who's already gone." "I didn't choose to, but I do, and now I'll just have to accept that my heart will be shattered."

"I don't understand." "Then let Daddy teach you." [Italian translation available]

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

Louis is in one of England's biggest mental institutions but nobody knows why. He's beautiful, small, has the softest voice (when he talks). He doesn't seem like he would hurt a fly. Harry Styles is a different story. He is recently brought in to a place that Louis has called him home for years now. Charged with possible rape and murder, he pleaded for insanity. Bottom!Louis Top!Harry !Rewritting!

"please don't leave me." i whispered as quietly as i could. "why would i ever leave you?" he asked and hugged me tighter, tucking a single strand of hair behind my ear. "everyone does at some point. it's inevitable."