Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.

Louis hated Harry. He was walking around like he was superior, thinking he was so hot and sexy. Well, Louis could see right through it. They had been in a band together for almost two years and Louis avoided him at any cost. What he couldn't avoid on the other hand was how fucking clumsy Harry was. One night Harry tripped on stage and pushed Louis over the edge. While he was unconscious a woman appeared and told him that he had an old soul and that he had lived many lives. She said that she wanted to show him some of those lives to make him realize something. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, being unconscious and all that so he agreed. So he went on some freaky journey in his mind and he couldn't even get away from Harry when he was passed out because every life he had lived included one certain green-eyed boy by his side... Purely fictional. Trigger warning: death

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Louis always gets together with everyone he dates in high school and breaks up with them because he never falls in love. Niall and Liam are fed up and come up with a bet. He's gonna make the school bad boy Harry Styles date him for two weeks and then he has a week to make Harry break up with him. The problem is that Harry doesn't date anyone, he just sleeps around according to the rumors in school. There's also a rumor that he sold his own liver to buy a motorcycle. That guy is crazy! But Louis never walks away from a bet so he accepts and asks Harry out. Little does he know that Harry's friend Zayn also is fed up with Harry and makes a bet as well, that Harry has to date Louis for at least a month... Mostly fluff, little smut, purely fictional.

Louis are very spontanious and after he found out that there's a Hotel in the north of Sweden that's completely made of ice, he booked a vacation. He hadn't count on 104 F minus degrees and a fucking flock of raindeers on the road. Oh, and he was lost as well. The GPS only spoke Swedish and the cellphone reception was non existing. So when he had burried his car in a big pile of snow, trying to avoid the raindeers he came to the conclusion that he was utterly fucked. But then a car stopped and the gorgeous man he had been checking out at the airport asked if he needed help. A fantastic adventure was infront of him that would lead to the most unexpective events.... So this is smutwarning deluxe and also mpreg if someone have a problem with that. Purely fictional of course.

Louis had followed his boyfriend Dylan to Uni just to find out that the dickhead of a boyfriend cheated on him and probably had been for their entire relationship. Even if Louis finally broke it off Dylan wouldn't leave him alone. So Louis found himself at a frat party begging a beautiful stranger with green eyes to pretend to be his boyfriend... Purely fictional. Smutwarning!

Harry Styles is the owner of a very popular strip club called LURE and he happens to need a new stripper. When he spots a perfect brown-haired boy in the mall and over hears him saying he needs to make lots of money and he needs to make it quick, he doesn't hesitate in offering him a job. Will the boy turn it down, or will his need for money coax him into taking it? [this is a Slow Burn story so if that's not your thing, don't read, this is your warning so please no NEW comments complaining about it, thanks :)]

Larry Stylinson Story Harry is a porn star for the gay site "Xtra Hot Studios" and Louis is the straight newbie. Oh... this could be fun. Rated R: language, sexual content, and some violence. Enjoy ;)

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut. Alpha Harry, Omega Louis.