"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, 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 Cover made by: whatkooloser

"Jesteś taki malutki." Żeby udowodnić swoją rację, Louis ścisnął mocno Harry'ego w swoich ramionach, a Harry przytulił się do klatki piersiowej Louisa możliwie jak najbliżej. "Moja śliczna laleczka z papieru." A kiedy Louis przytulił go ponownie, składając niepewny, lecz ciepły pocałunek na zimnym czole Harry'ego poczuł, że jego serce znowu to czuje, poczuł miłość. Delikatne trzepotanie, którego nawet najbardziej opanowany człowiek na świecie nie mógł powstrzymać. Kochał Louisa. Kochał go mimo to, że nie chciał, naprawdę nie chciał. Okej, no może trochę.

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

Louis was lonely so he looked up random numbers to rant to about his crush Harry Styles. Little did he know that he was texting Harry Styles himself. (Short Story)

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

"Jesus, you still don't get it, do you?" He sneered, practically scoffing at the helpless girl in front of him. "I'm in control. That means what I say, goes. And I'm telling you, baby, you're not fucking leaving." His words were cold and they never failed to make that unnerving chill rattle through her body. She didn't think someone could be so cruel yet emotionless, could do the things he did without an ounce of guilt. And yet maybe he did - feel guilt, that is. But maybe he forced himself to ignore it, maybe he told himself, convinced himself that what he did, needed done. And making sure Layla never left his grasp was just that. - Dark!Harry

"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 heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction