The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did. ------- this is not my work!! it's velvetoscar's on ao3. I'm just publishing it so it would be easier for me to read it!! :)

© thealmightyavocado on archiveofourown ~ "Harry, I-I'm so sorry..." Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis' soul, it's so hard, nearly impossible. That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself. But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty "I'm so sorry" that doctors throw out in self-preservation, isn't at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it. ✚☤✚ a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.

The lads laughed about the shabby apartments I had decided to move to after uni. I quite liked the building myself. It was nice and quiet, there weren't too many occupants. There was an old lady down the hall, a couple living on the floor beneath me, and a lad next door that people only had the nicest things to say about. I have yet to meet this lad, but when I do, I'm hoping he lives up to everyone's descriptions.

Hello, I'm Harry, I'm 16 years old. And I met a boy, named Louis. Larry Stylinson. Warning: Self-harm.

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

"One hundred and sixty eight." "What?" "One hundred and sixty eight hours." "What's that?" "That's all the time I need to get you to fall in love with me."

Prince Louis William of York is tired. He's tired of formalities. He's tired of attending events, showing a nice smile and pretending he knows people he actually has never heard of. Well, he probably has, but he couldn't care less about them. He is tired of people knowing who he is, and would like to have some privacy when it comes to his personal life. But most of all, he is bored. He craves something different. Little does he know what kind of "different" he's getting into when he applies to that studying abroad program.

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

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever. A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends. all creds to @/isthatyoularry on ao3!

[Complete] Louis brings a new item everyday to the local homeless boy. Little does he know.. falling in love with him is inevitable. Highest Ranking: #1 in LarryStylinson