Harry has been pining for eight years over one Louis Tomlinson who just so happens to be one of the group heading off to Spain for a two week holiday.

(Sequel to A Twist of Fate) Two years have passed since Harry met Louis in New South Wales on an exchange program. Now they've both graduated from university, and Louis decides that maybe it's time to take a chance and do something about those last three parting words he had for Harry.

Louis and Harry grew up together, and were best friends even in their earliest memories. They are 12 years old when Louis has to move to Australia, and they never expect anything to be the same again. They make a pact, a promise to one another, put it in a bottle and throw it out to sea. They promise to get back in touch if any of them ever find the bottle again. A silly, childish pact that isn't so silly when you're only twelve years old. Seven years later, fate turns in their favour. Louis stumbles upon an old, green bottle and Harry just happens to be in Australia as an exchange student. They spend time together catching up, but no amount of time can make up for the seven years they spent apart. It's almost cruel when you realise the one thing most important to you has been in front of you all the while, yet you never realise.

When Harry disappears out of the blue, where does that leave Louis? No one would tell him anything, but after cornering Anne in the local Tesco's, the Doncaster lad decides not to give up. And the only thing he can really do is write letters: Letters to Harry. [NOTE] To everyone that read Letters to Harry on WattPad before 15/5... I'm so sorry, but I didn't realize that the prologue had been moved down to the bottom. I don't get email updates because I turned them off.. but I have fixed the problem. The Prologue is now at the beginning, and is not a flash back ;D Super sorry for all of the confusion!

(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.

❝you're louis?❞ ❝and you're harry?❞ ❝yeah.❞ ❝I don't know about you harry but, I think we're soulmates.❞ »»»»»» or an au where harry is born with his soulmate's name on his wrist. being the little adventurous adorable shit he is, he's determined to find the person on his wrist. {idea creds: hemmohshitson {tumblr} } ©2014 larrywho 6/1/14: Fanfiction #797 10/23/14: Humor: #844

Forever unfinished, more than likely. (Read at your own risk. Takes place in the same character universe as Coming Up for Air) "Not everybody gets to have perfection. Not everybody gets to ride off into the sunset at the end." "But we will. I promise" "How can you promise something like that?" "Well, I might not have any sunsets, but I have a car and I'm willing to drive until we find one." {some people are magnets} harry|louis