I wrote this when I was like 15 so it's awful and horribly inaccurate regarding lots of stuff and the characters are really, really annoying. If it didn't have so many reads and votes and that I would delete it. PLEASE, if you want something with better writing and still full of angst, look at my other fics instead (Tempest is my fav) // Harry is upset, he just wants someone to care about him but he keeps pushing everyone away. Despite being packed tightly in a tour bus with the rest of the band, he still manages to avoid them. The boys begin to worry, Louis especially. // PSSST, i think my other stories are better! May 2020-July 2020

Louis Tomlinson isn't your averaged 19-year old boy. He hears voices. He talks to himself. He is trapped in his own little word. Soon, the voices start telling him to do bad things. Just burn your hand, it won't hurt. Just slit your wrists, don't you like blood? Maybe you should take a few extra pills. The voices were now screaming at him, commanding him to do all the horrid things. After he listens to them, and cuts a deep gash into his arms, his parents put him into Medical Meadow Institute. There, he meets Harold Edward Styles. He was suffering from Severe Multiple-Personality-Disorder. These multiple personalities all feel differently about Louis, but all Louis wants is for Harry to be happy. And maybe, just maybe, they can start it all over again.

Book 1 in the CCHR Series WARNING: Self Harm--May Be Triggering Harry Styles is messed up. There's no other way to put it. He's hopelessly in love with someone he can't have. Someone who is taken. His best friend. He spends most of his waking hours thinking of him. Scratch that.. ALL his waking hours thinking of him. He just can't get him out of his head. But that isn't all. He has scars to show how much he really loves him. He keeps adding more everyday. It's unhealthy. The only one who can save him, is Louis. But he's too concentrated on loving Eleanor. So Harry has fallen into routine. Cry, Cut, Hide, Repeat. Its slowly killing him. Copyright.

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

Harry Styles is going into his third year of university and he's going to talk to the boy with blue eyes and pretty ankles he's been crushing on for the last two years if it's the last thing he does. With the help of his friends, he's thrown into a few awkward situations along the way.

"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

In which Harry Styles has many many scars on his wrists and arms, and hears voices in his head, and Louis just wants to help and possibly kiss all his worries away ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ [COMPLETED] COPYRIGHT © 2016, qualitystylinson please do not copy or steal my story, or translate it unless given permission.

Louis was his first. His first everything. First kiss, first date, first boyfriend, first savior, and first voice that he wanted to hear when he woke up. He was his first choice, his only choice, and he wanted him to keep being his first, because there was simply no one else. ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ [COMPLETED] COPYRIGHT © 2016, qualitystylinson please do not copy or steal my story, or translate it unless given permission.

"Why do you want to kill yourself?" Harry asked cautiously, watching as Louis' frown slowly turned into a grin. "Why don't you want to kill yourself?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and watching Harry's reaction. Harry took a deep breath before answering, "So I can live." Louis laughed, "I want to kill myself so I can die." In that moment Harry realized something, Louis was broken beyond repair. However, he was never going to give up on trying to put his broken pieces back together. Warnings: self harm, anorexia, bulimia, attempted suicide, etc. Please know what I do not, in any way, encourage self harm or suicide.

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}