"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the enemy. Zayn jawad malik is one of the most puissant and the youngest under-the-counter alive on the earth. Harry styles is the one who’s chosen to arrest this drug lord.

• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit

"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

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.

Zayn Malik was always different compared to the other children as he grew up. He was never understood, and in turn never understood the others, so he lived in his dream world of doodles, colours and drawings. He finally reaches out to the tall, curly haired Harry Styles, but how will the popular Harry react to the quiet boy who everyone thought was mute? Zayn has so many more problems then Harry could ever understand, but how can Harry try to help the brown-eyed boy, when he barely speaks a word? [A Zarry Stylik Fanfiction that contains triggers of abuse and bullying.]

Harry is a young student from the Spaceflight Academy. He is owner of excellent reflexes and an acute vision, his main ambition is to be assigned as the gunner of one of the most sophisticated and top secret spacecrafts created by man: The Needle. An spacecraft of two crewmembers, which implies that Harry shall have a partner. In his first day he meets Louis, the most dangerous cadet of the Academy. There are rumors that Louis killed his last partner. The ice from his blue eyes and his face marked with an ugly scar, are not enough to intimidate Harry. But when he finds he has been assigned as his partner, things change. Tension rises to unsuspected limits when Louis informs him that, to fly the craft, he and Harry shall do it naked, with their bodies entwined in a sensual dance. A sexual intimacy that gets Harry to feel angry and very awkward because of the feelings that are waking up in him. Louis shall dominate Harry completely, get his total acceptance will be the only thing that will keep them alive. And for that he shall force him to break through all his limits.

Zayn Malik, il criminale più temuto di tutta Bradford rinchiuso in carcere già da due anni. Harry Styles, una guardia carceraria spostata dal suo paesino per andare in un'altra città dell'Inghilterra dove si ritroverà ad affrontare prove durissime. -Tu non sai niente di me.- sbraitò il ragazzo dai capelli color corvino -Non voglio sapere niente di te,sono qua solo per tenerti occhio.- rispose Harry -Allora smettila di guardarmi così.- -Così come?- chiese alzando un sopracciglio -Come se fossi un mostro.- -Pensavo lo fossi.- Zarry

❝What's a 'Lost Boy'?❞ ❝You're a Lost Boy!❞ ❝But... I'm not lost?❞

Harry's life isn't exactly something that he's happy with. It's not that he doesn't have wonderful friends and family but he just wants something different to happen in his life. He gets his wish when the new bad boy, Zayn Malik, comes to town. Zayn may scare everyone else but Harry is intrigued by the dangerous boy and is determined to get him to open up. But Harry doesn't know the dark life that the boy has been living and Zayn doesn't want him to know what happens behind closed doors.