❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

Larry Stylinson Story (Completed) This is a story where a ballerina meets a fucked up quarterback. Rated R: language, drugs, violence, and sexual content Enjoy ;) (credit to the manip: larryspineapples)

Harry and Louis are college students who live in different states but meet over Tinder. Given the distance, it seems impossible that they will ever meet in person. But what happens if they actually do? Highest rankings: #1 in #College Student #3 in #LongDistance #18 in #ModernFairyTale #33 in #LouisAndHarry #123 in #MentalHealth

Louis has a habit of not complaining. Harry hates it because, sometimes if you don’t complain, bad things happen; like ending up in the ICU. This is the OFFICIAL VERSION please note that there are four or five R rated scenes that have been moved to another site to keep this story un-privated. The links are provided in the appropriate places in the story where you can read them. Please check my bio for the link to the translations! These include POLISH (Polski), SPANISH (Español), ITALIAN (Italiano), FRENCH (Français), RUSSIAN (русский), CZECH, CHINESE (中国的), ROMANIAN (român), PORTUGUESE (português), BRAZILIAN PORTUGUESE (português do Brasil) SLOVAK (slovenská), DUTCH (Nederlands), GERMAN (Deutsch) Direct link to translation masterpost is: http://room_317.livejournal.com

Theo Starr. Louis looked at the YouTube channel name with immense confusion. He drunkenly grabbed his laptop and shoved it right up to his face, as if to inspect the person who was singing on his screen further. Who the hell was Theo Starr? And why the hell did it look so much like Louis's childhood best friend, Harry Styles? or an AU where Harry has a secret YouTube channel where he posts covers and sings original songs, and one night, a drunk Louis stumbles upon his channel. [TEMPORARILY ON HIATUS]

"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