Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful...
"It's like my brain is playing hide and seek.. only one day I won't find it." Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have been best friends since kindergarten. The pair was inseparable. At age fifteen, they became more than just bestfriends. At age sixteen, there was a diagnosis, and the world came crumbling down on them...
dream not found, sorry it's kind of short i rushed it a little. by the way i love techno guys i just needed a villain lmao
(2011) Louis is writing a Journal ab his life without anyone knowing, while he is writing ab his life as a big artist and the things that happen between him and Harry (his bestfriend) some things happen that is gonna change his life, this story is all written trough the eyes of Louis Tomlinson a Young boy grouped in a...
Louis doesn't have problems with being direct, being sassy, saying his opinion. Never had. But then the curly brunette boy appears in his life, taking away all his life-long built quick wit and cheekiness with just a blink of an eye and twisting Louis' entire world and previous way of looking at life as if he doesn't...
Apro il frigo. Faccio vagare il mio sguardo all'interno per trovare ciò che cerco. Sento una presenza alle mie spalle. Mi volto e incontro lo sguardo di Louis. «Non mi piacciono i ragazzi, Harry.» Lo fisso sconvolto. Se il suo obbiettivo è quello di mettermi in imbarazzo, ci sta riuscendo benissimo. Fa un passo verso...
Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.
