Eager to reach his families expectations, Louis lives a life of secrecy and denial. In one of the most respected households in Doncaster, there's no room for mistake. But when Louis meets Harry styles in his first year of boarding school, it seems all the more difficult to keep himself In check.

"Why didn't you answer my question yesterday. Why can't we touch you Aurora, I don't get it." My body instantly froze at his words, a harsh breath leaving me. "Don't- don't ask me that." I whispered, almost inaudibly as I moved my eyes down to my hands, watching my fingers twist the rings. I could feel myself getting stuck in my thoughts again, the drugs making it harder than it usually was, being grateful that I took them this morning. I could see him suddenly stand up in my peripheral vision. I sucked in a shaky breath as he made his way over to me. I sunk back into my chair, curling up into a ball as I felt myself beginning to shake. I shielded myself from being hurt, something by body naturally does now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Running away from her past, Aurora Romano struggles to trust the men around her. After years of pain and torment, the song writer moves to London in order to create a new life for herself, away from her family. Moving into her best friends house seemed like a good idea until she met him. Harry Styles was a club owner in the centre of London. Although he may just seem like a closed off and untrustworthy man, he had many dark secrets that had been kept from the very few people he kept around him. Will he let the unknown girl in and expose his true self? Or will he keep her in the dark until it's too late?

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]

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭𝙞𝙧 • noun • /iˈlɪk.sər/ • a substance, usually a liquid, with a magical power to cure, improve, or preserve something. „I wish I had an elixir, a love potion to make you love me." He whispered, completely unaware that I didn't fall asleep. "You don't need it. Because I already fell in love with you." I murmured, but I wasn't sure he heard me. Vivian Hill is a successful and well-known radio host in the UK. She has a best friend, dreams which came true, and a lovely family. As well as personal secrets and ghosts of the past which are chasing her. Louis Tomlinson is one of the outstanding journalists in the country. His story is full of ups and downs. What happens when these two meet at the staircase as future neighbours? 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨: georgia ku - lighthouse james arthur - medicine |START - 5.01.2021| Highest ranking: 05.03.2021 - #38 in louistomlinson 19.04.2021 - #72 in harrystyles 04.11.2021 - #11 in magazine For translation please contact me via messages.

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

"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!

"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}