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).

I won't stop until that boy is mine ©All Rights reserved. Danny Knight

They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy's face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips. "Hi," he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. "Sorry. Is this okay?" The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis' waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, "Definitely." And then he kissed harder. (When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.) INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

Harry doesn't have an inkling of where he fits in, in life. He's in high school, works part time at his mom's bakery, and slouches around at home with his best friend, Niall. He's scared to take risks, always playing it safe. Parties aren't really his niche and he would rather study. Only thing he knows is that he likes to make people happy. You could say he was popular, but he wasn't exactly dealing with the in-crowd. On a fateful day, an extroverted Louis comes strolling into the bakery, catching Harry's interest. Who knew a little chat over cake and other delights would bring a new meaning, and person, into Harry's life. For once, someone's going to make him happy. - SubPairing: Ziall

harry's an insomniac. louis likes to stay up all night. and what happens when late night adventures turn into kissing in the dark and holding hands in old coffee shops?