Blasé
I won't stop until that boy is mine ©All Rights reserved. Danny Knight
Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]
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. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.
harry and louis exchange notes almost everyday, slipping them into each other's lockers. that is, until, something comes up and things dont end well. [lowercase intended]
Sharing some of my favourite Larry fanfics. All the stories here can be found under my Larry Recommenations reading list.
A short story about a boy admiring another boy. (Russian and Romanian translation available) • larry stylinson • © larry_smilinson
Where Louis Tomlinson literally runs into Harry Styles at the supermarket. At the end of the day he ends up with his number...but how? He likes fruit loops. Who likes fruit loops?
❝What are your dreams, young man?❞ ❝I- I don't know, sir..❞ He answered, stuttering a bit. ❝I don't know..❞ Harry never expected that such a question would throw him off as much as it did. He didn't expect that he'd be thinking about that same question until three am, or that he would come up with something as cr...
Here are some Larry Stylinson fanfics that you must read. All of them are in AO3. If you need help, send me a DM here or on Twitter (@louiesandlou), I'd be happy to help! How does AO3 work? AO3 is a private reading platform, so if you don't have an account, you should create one and wait for them to send you an invita...
"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...