Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cov...
{Completed} Harry Styles is a well known singer in the UK, but he wants to do his A-Level he didn't do the first time. His career started when he was 16, now he is 17 and wants to finish school. But because everyone in his home town knows who he is, his mom decided to move to Doncaster so he can go to school there. As...
"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...
Duplicity doo-plis-i-tee noun deceitfulness in speech or conduct, as by speaking or acting two different ways to different people concerning the same matter; the quality of having two elements or parts being twofold or double. Mary did not think life could get any worse. Then she met Harry Styles.
Niall Horan, part of the worlds biggest boyband, One Direction. Yet, he's hiding a secret from the world.
Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are best friends, but maybe they're secretly something more? When Louis gets a call from management his whole relationship with Harry gets turned upside down. Will Louis' fake relationship with Eleanor last, or will the fans and Harry see through it? Will Harry still fall in love...
"Why do you want to kill yourself?" Harry asked cautiously, watching as Louis' frown slowly turned into a grin. "Why don't you want to kill yourself?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and watching Harry's reaction. Harry took a deep breath before answering, "So I can live." Louis laughed, "I want to kill mysel...
"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 he...
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...