When Harry and Louis where young they were best friends since they can remember, but then everything changed: Louis had to move to Australia! Now Harry is 17 years old and they meet again because Louis moves back to London. ------- Okay so I don't know what the fuck is wrong with my account! I have to restart every story because I couldn't update them anymore. I guess it's because I changed my username.... Ugh! I cant upload the second chapter!!!!! Look at my account there it is or I can send you a message with it, if you ask... ;) ----- I hope you'll like this story. I'm really sorry for grammar mistakes in this text but I'm only 14 years old and from Germany.

Harry and Louis have always been best friends, ever since they were little. They did everything together and were practically attached at the hip. When they turned fourteen, they realized they had more than friendly feelings for each other and started a relationship. Everything was going well for the two boys, their friends and family accepting them immediately and all. However, that was until they turned sixteen and Harry auditioned for The X-Factor. Louis went there to support him along with Harry's mother, stepdad, sister, aunt and cousins. He was happy for him because Harry's biggest dream had always been to become a singer. However, what he nor anybody else expected was for Harry to end up second place in the competition, which also made him become successful all over the world. Suddenly, he was gone, and thanks to the fame, Louis and Harry drifted apart. Though, they never officially broke up. Louis was heartbroken when the curly haired lad started ignoring him, but there was literally nothing he could do about it. He'd tried everything to get in touch with Harry again. So, what happens when Harry takes a break from his tour two years later to go home and visit Holmes Chapel? Will Louis and Harry ever get back with each other or are they never going to get along again? What if things only get even worse? © All Rights Reserved 2017. Larrys_Girl Highest Rankings: #1 in Louis #1 in Larrystylinson #5 in Onedirection #5 in Larry

Louis is a mortal. Harry is his guardian angel and best friend. As Louis grew older, Harry started disappearing from his memories. By the time he was fifteen, he'd completely forgotten Harry had ever been a part of his life. That is, until one day, Louis receives a letter from Harry and everything changes.

«Le tomó casi dos meses aceptar que ese chico sería más que un muñeco, una semana para conocerlo y veinticinco días para amarlo...» O una historia en donde Harry posee esperanza y felicidad inacabables y Louis sólo camina por allí, de la mano con sus demonios, sin imponerle lucha a la muerte que se avecina. Advertencias: *Slash. (Relaciones M/M). *Angst: Hurt/Comfort. *Lenguaje altisonante. *Bullying. *Mención de enfermedades delicadas. Importante: *Esta es una obra escrita y creada por mí. Aún no ha sido editada, si encuentran algún error, por favor, notifíquenmelo. *Todos los derechos son reservados a mi cuenta. *Este es el único lugar donde subo la historia conforme la voy escribiendo. *NO ACEPTO ADAPTACIONES DE NINGÚN TIPO.

Donde el ser famoso no significa que todos conozcan al verdadero tú.

Advertencia: Llorarás, sufrirás y quedarás con ganas de más. ¿Alguna vez se han enamorado de su mejor amigo? Sí, de seguro les ha pasado. Bueno, eso me pasa a mí. Harry Styles. Probablemente se están preguntado. "Espera, ¿Harry Styles es gay?" No, no lo soy. Soy bisexual, ése es el punto. ¿Han escuchado hablar de Larry Stylinson? Bueno, hay algo de cierto en ello. ¿Qué es? Es que realmente, yo me enamoré de Louis Tomlinson, lo amo más de lo que debería, tanto que duele. Pero no estoy seguro de que él me ame a mí o me vea como lo que somos: "mejores amigos.", además hay un pequeño inconveniente: él tiene novia....y, para mi desgracia. Él la ama. Sin embargo, incluso, aunque tenga la oportunidad de estar con él, aunque las constelaciones se llegasen a alinear y el mundo se detenga para darme una sola oportunidad. El destino no me lo permitirá. "Stubborn Love (Amor terco.)" "Love Don't Die. (El amor no muere). [Secuela/NovelaAlternativa]. NO adaptaciones de ningún tipo.

Género: Universo alterno (AU). Clasificación: Rating (R) → Adecuado para lectores maduros. El fanfic puede contener violencia, lenguaje fuerte y contenido sexual explícito pero no se limita sólo a eso. Relación entre personajes: M/M. Traducción: Sí. Autora original: LarryWriting. Traducción: larryftsterek. Advertencias: Contenido de clasificación madura, con algunas escenas homosexuales de sexo explícito y lenguaje vulgar. Declaimer: La traducción de Wanted Most al español NO puede ser copiada u adaptada en ninguna plataforma social o de lectura (como wattpad, tumblr, facebook, etc). Por el contrario cada cual es libre de hacer una propia traducción del fic consultándolo con la escritora original y dando los créditos correspondientes.

Louis Tomlinson gets why he has to get a job, and drop some of his college courses, and help pay bills in the house. He really does, honestly. He just doesn't understand why his family thinks it's okay to sell him. To the biggest mob in Eastern Europe. Harry Styles, leader of the Vasiliev Mafia, known on the streets as The Reaper, is someone you should fear. He's got the entirety of Eastern Europe under his thumb and he has an army that is a force to be reckoned with. When a blue eyed beauty is dropped at his feet, he's a bit more than thrilled to spice up his life a little more. Mafia AU.

Loving Harry was as easy as breathing. Until Harry's lungs slowly started to fail. Trigger Warnings: -Major illnesses/disorders and other unpleasant medical things, unidentified disease, sadness, and so on. - Unhappy ending (Please don't even start reading it if you don't like sad books or sad endings, I promise you it's not a happy story and I don't want to upset anyone).

Harry extendió por la mesa la orden de detención, el informe de entrada en prisión y los cargos presentados. Y dos solicitudes de cambio de letrado. -Dos abogados han abandonado el caso -dijo en voz alta, sin levantar la mirada. Él asintió con seriedad. -No eran mi tipo. -Si tú y yo no nos entendemos, tendrás que representarte a ti mismo. Louis esbozó una sonrisa chispeante como un puñado de lentejuelas. -Nos vamos a entender.