"Harry Styles," he had greeted, "army pilot. Recently deployed to Iraq. And so goddamn happy to see you again." --- Copyright © 2014 MaddsLeigh. All rights reserved.

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

Harry is a trapped boy inside of his own trapped world. Louis just wants to get him out. or; The one where Harry is stuck on his family's farm living under God's rule and he just wants to get out. Louis is a journalist who gets assigned to live with Harry's family for two months and write an article on it.

❝ I think sometimes, a new place can give you a new perspective on things and, well, you being here with me has certainly given me a new perspective, on a lot of things, actually. ❞

❝ You'd better run, because there's no way you can hide from me. ❞

❝you're the boy who keeps putting candy in my cart?❞ ❝yeah,❞ ❝dude, what the fuck. why?❞ ❝because each one of them reminds me of you,❞ in which a walmart clerk secretly puts notes and a piece inside another boy's cart who comes everyday. all rights reserved, cover done by larrywho (yo) 7/28/14: fanfiction: #831, teenfiction: #977

Louis starts getting cute little messages from a secret admirer and gradually feels himself falling more and more in love with the boy. But can you really like someone you've never seen before? And what will happen when Louis finds out the real identity of his admirer? Credit to ThinkingTooFast, and psychomuke

••complete 2014•• once upon a time there lived a beautiful prince, who lived in a beautiful castle. one day he stumbled upon the most beautiful boy he had ever seen and he decided they were going to live happily ever after

"It's true, I crave you." Where Louis' a hardcore fanboy and loves Harry Styles a lot. (One Direction is Four Direction)

Footie team captain Louis Tomlinson might have a little thing for the Uni graduate nerd extraordinaire, otherwise known as Harry Styles, giant Frames starting above his eyebrows and ending in the middle of his cheeks, right above his dimples, bringing out the green irises behind the corrective glass. And. . . things happen.