Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.

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.

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

When I say all, I mean all. {n.h.} All rights reserved. UNDER EDITING

~COMPLETED~ "is it so wrong, that you make me strong" I allowed the tears to stream down my face. *Edited*

Sequel to You make me strong.... Kayla has found herself in many situations. She is married to Niall Horan and ends up finding out that he will soon be a father. She Loves him with her heart, but she doesn't tell him. She hides it from him until the most important thing in her life happens. An accident that may just end her life, and save her child's. Niall has to make decision. His wife. Or his child.