❝Say something, I'm giving up on you. I'll be the one, if you want me to. Anywhere, I would've followed you. Say something, I'm giving up on you.❞ [warnings: strong language & sexual content]

It's a quiet night at the fire station , 1:30 a.m , everyone is asleep after a long day , when there's a sudden call . "Code White , house is on fire , the whole family is trapped inside ." Harry , Liam and Oli jump from their seats and grab their black Amber suit , getting in the fire truck and quickly leaving the station with sirens on . ~~ Louis woke up in the middle of the night , he was hot and his room felt hot . He kicked the blanket off , the smell of smoke reaching his nose . He coughed a little and opened his eyes , gasping when he saw his bedroom door on fire . He tried calling his parents and sisters , but there was no reply . How was he supposed to escape the house , when his door is on fire , his room is on the second floor , and he has a broken ankle ? (Firefighter!Harry) (Shy!Louis) (Protective!Harry) (Cute!Louis)

Memories? All gone. Waking up without any memories is hard, especially when you’re Harry Styles and have the whole world watching every step you take. After a week of unconsciousness, Harry wake up without remembering the past years; not One Direction and not Louis, his supposed best friend. During the journey of finding out who he was with the help of the boys, he remember snippets of his life and the longer it takes, the more he remembers. But even though the rest of the boys are trying to help him remember; he has a weird feeling that they’re keeping something from him. If only he could remember what it was...

Harry and louis were co-captains, problem was they couldn't stand each other. They played well together, but only where football was concerned.

Harry would be alright, wouldn't he? Louis could only hope. Suddenly, the door to the room flung open and a nurse emerged, a serious look on her face. "Mr. Tomlinson, something has went wrong."

hes always smiling... TW// self harm, abuse, depression, eating disorders, suicidal thoughts This is my first fanfic I've ever written so bare with me on this:)

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.

Harry Styles is going into his third year of university and he's going to talk to the boy with blue eyes and pretty ankles he's been crushing on for the last two years if it's the last thing he does. With the help of his friends, he's thrown into a few awkward situations along the way.

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