It's for an experiment. Sherlock is only there for observation of typical human behaviour...but then again, John Watson isn't a typical human, is he?

[HIGHEST RANK: #37 FANFIC / #100 TEENFIC; 9/14/14] **sequel to Catfish. Please, read Catfish before this story.** In which Louis and Harry are supposedly made up, Anna is dead, Harry has moved on for real this time, and everyone knows the truth. Louis is living with his friend Eve temporarily in between tours (he refuses to go back with Harry) and the press (and Harry) firmly believe the two are in a serious relationship. Louis' mum may or may not be angry at him, and Zayn may or may not actually speak to him anymore. Pile all of that on top of the beautiful brown-eyed brunette hanging off of Harry's every word and you've successfully created hell on earth for Louis Tomlinson. (or, the one where Harry finally knows the truth, has a new girlfriend, and Louis just wishes he could vanish into thin air. Picked up after the conclusion of the WWA tour, a few months after the end of Catfish.) (entered in the #Wattys2015 !)

highest ranks: #38 fanfic / 8.26.15 #138 teenfic / 8.30.14 (find the series, which is being edited and re-posted, on ao3. my username is amourlouis.) In which Louis pretends to be someone he's not, Harry is oblivious, Zayn is suspicious, Liam is there for everyone and Niall is Niall. (or, the one where Louis pretends to be a girl online and catfishes the unsuspecting Harry, his unfortunately straight best friend. Louis sort of loves Harry, really, and he didn't mean for it to go this far.)

"I'm stupid," John says. "Why?" "Because I fell in love with you." "Yeah," Sherlock responds, "Definitely stupid." Set over the course of one school year in 2009, this is the story of two star-crossed misfits - Sherlock and John - smart enough to know that first love almost never lasts, but brave and desperate enough to try. They struggle through identity crisis, drug addiction, and child abuse together, along with dealing with the pain of a highschool that labels them as freaks. When Sherlock meets John, they spark a love that will remind you of your first - and how hard it pulled you under. "STFU ITS THE BEST FANFICTION I HAVE EVER READ AND YOU CAN QUOTE ME ON THAT" - @dearwatson when I was arguing with her this one time Cover art by @meglet713 and re-edit by my dad, @dearwatson No copyright infringement intended. Story and characters belong to Rainbow Rowell and BBC Sherlock. (no reposting please)

Going on a school trip into the mountains for a month sounds simple enough. But when John meets his cabin roommate, Sherlock Holmes, a leisurely vacation soon turns into a hectic summer. [Rated Mature for smut scenes, language, ideologically sensitive material, and alcohol consumption] =△▽△▽△= Cabinmates now has a sequel called Exmates! Be sure to check it out after reading this~

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.

A small poem dedicated to any of those who understand. (picture is not mine, I only edited it)

Oh hey there. This is going to be kind of a hipster-y sort of story. Coffee shops, bookstores, rainy days, sharing umbrellas, warm jumpers, big blankets, poetry, the whole lot <3 {TW: Mentions of self-harm and domestic abuse} Picture drawn by me. {I wrote this when I was 14!! I am 21 now! Pls be gentle w my soul aa!!!!!!}

Jim was twenty-six, had never been in love and hated just about everyone. Sherlock was nineteen going on twenty, had never been in love and was a raging heroin addict. They fit almost perfectly, like if you tried to stuff two pieces of broken glass back together after breaking something. So hence the word almost.  {( Cover art done by me )}