"You're not afraid of me." Harry had just retired from his study for the night and was getting into bed beside Louis. His mate chose to indiscreetly cower away from the Alpha's arms that lay jobless at his sides. "How can you tell?" "Come here." Harry had no sense of empathy or gentility; he commanded when necessary and simply took what he needed at other times. Louis turned over onto his other side, facing Harry with wide and cautious eyes. He regarded Harry's rigid side profile in the dark with a mixture of emotions. "I am afraid of you"

"Oh, this doesn't hurt, does it?" Simon asked as Harry winced "Oh, you weren't hungry, were you?" Simon asked Zayn, as his stomach growled loudly "You thought that was it, did you?" Simon asked as he handed Louis the third contract of the night "No, no. Have another drink" He said to Liam, who was already stumbling all over the place. "Your knee can wait. Get on stage" He growled to Niall, who was pressing his hands to his lower leg as sharp pain rippled from it

Louis hates Harry, which is fine because he would really rather prefer to avoid him at all costs. The only problem? They're soulmates.

halloween night is when the jade-eyed stranger in the same bloodied white shirt costume makes his appearance to louis. and he only shows up on that night every year to fulfill one evil purpose. © niahuls [completed] highest rank: 6/17/14: #184 paranormal 10/17/14: #439 paranormal (wtf why is it ranked again??)

he just wants to know.

*This is a Larry Stylinson fanfiction* ~ The mirror cracked from side to side, Shattering, pattering, on the tide, The shards fell down, down to the ocean floor, What a shame that no one could help him anymore. ~ With the candles lit, and the lights off, the boy simply spun three times in front of the mirror. Spin one. "Bloody Harry." Spin two. "Bloody Harry." Spin three. "Bloody Harry." The mirror cracks, and well, you know the rest. ~ A.N. The poem at the top was written by ME. :3 EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY BELONGS TO ME EXCEPT FOR ANY CELEBRITIES I USE AND ANY BLOODY MARY MYTHS I USE. I hope you enjoy it! :)

"I've waited until my tomato soup turned cold, and nobody likes cold soup. That's when I knew that I cared too much, and that you didn't care enough." Aka: The Soup Fic Cover by: @sweetnsmug

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

Louis Tomlinson is your average stereotypical nerd. He likes to study and stay out of trouble - his only real sense of adventure being his role as team captain on his soccer team. There's one problem, though. Louis is openly gay and gets bullied for it on a daily basis. No one else knows, and he likes to keep it that way. Then, all of a sudden, his dad decides to marry the woman he loves, and she brings her teenage son, Harry, into his life. He's arrogant and cocky, and Louis wants nothing to do with him. But what will happen when Louis starts to recognize the undeniable attraction between the two. Will he be able to keep his morals or will he fall for his sexy, curly-haired stepbrother who might just possibly want to get in his pants too?

an au where harry is a tattoo artist and underage louis keeps coming to get tattoos. »this is mostly just fluff and smut«