"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, "And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like." or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with him. {Ao3 wankersville}

Once again, not my fic. I claim no part of this, it was completely written by the AO3 user Velvetoscar. If you want to follow them on tumblr, you can find them at mizzwilde.tumblr.com I take no credit, I only put it on Wattpad for the people who don't have an AO3 account and can't read it. 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.

"Friends just Sleep in another bed, and Friends don't treat me like you do. Well I know there's a Limit to everything." Harry Styles und Louis Tomlinson. In einer Band- OneDirection Aber wie sieht es wirklich hinter der Fassaden der beiden Sänger aus? ~ "Dear Diary..."~ Written by @onexdirectionx1309 and @leoni_xx Louis's Pov. - @onexdirectionx1309 Harry's Pov. - @leoni_xx Highest ranking: #1 Larry #2 LarryStylinson

Die 17 jährige Jolene ist mit ihren Eltern vor kurzem nach London gezogen. Als sie entdeckt, dass ihre Nachbarn One Direction sind, ahnt sie nicht im Geringsten, was noch auf sie zukommt.

Harry ist Krank und hält es für Besser das ganze für sich zu behalten. Bis er es an einem Tag nicht mehr kann. Zusammengefasst, eine Geschichte von einem Jungen der Krank ist und einem anderen Jungen der sich in besagten kranken Jungen verliebt. (Eine bessere Beschreibung fällt mir nicht ein wow)

❝ I think sometimes, a new place can give you a new perspective on things and, well, you being here with me has certainly given me a new perspective, on a lot of things, actually. ❞

❝Marry me.❞ ❝What?❞

❝ I really hope you don't expect me to do anything. Because I won't. I don't care. Cry all you like but when it comes down to it, you don't need me and I don't need you. Love isn't real. It only exists in fairytales and Disney movies. This is real life, honey. Get used to it. ❞

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit