If you're looking for a fic with better writing and less irritating characters PLEASE take a look at my other fics instead (not 'I'm Fine', and preferably not 'To Be So Lonely'). // Harry Styles, a 16 year old boy, attends Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School. Unfortunately for him, his time there isn't exactly smooth sailing. Louis Tomlinson bullies Harry. As do the majority of the school. It's not something Harry deserves, but it's something he is unable to escape. Whether he's at home, or at school, someone is always taunting him. Will Harry ever find a way to stop the pain? Will Louis realise his actions have consequences? // July 2020 - October 2020 twitter & instagram= twinklingpiscess

Leave me once - may be forgiven. Break me twice - you may regret it. Make me love you again - shame on you.

"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}

A collection of 100 Larry Stylinson books I read and liked the most. In no specific order. WILL BE UPDATED SOON. L. 💞

Louis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don't understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him. (Cover made by @UniquelyOrdinary)

16-year-old Harry has OCD, causing him to have repeated thoughts, feelings, ideas, sensations, obsessions, and behaviors. He thinks he's a freak. There's a new boy at school who disagrees. This boy could be the one to break down Harry's walls, and his name is Louis. **Warnings: Selfharm (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY SELF HARM), OCD, language.**

"She wants us to move in with her and - and her kids, of course." Louis blinks harder. "Wait - what?!" He can't fathom it. They've only been dating for five months or summat. "And you agreed to this?! Without even running it by me?!" "Yes," Troy sighs, eyes wide and apologetic, stature provocatively calm in contrast to Louis' jittery one, "and I knew you'd have a reaction like this one, but there's really nothing I can tell you other than... well, that I've said yes already and since you're only fifteen you're coming with me. And... that I'm sorry to uproot you like this, lad. But... yeah. I don't know what more to say." "Wait," Louis can't hardly breathe, "wait - hang on, does - does this mean that-" His dad nods. "Yes. We're moving to Holmes Chapel." or Fifteen-year-old Louis Tomlinson gets reluctantly uprooted from his Doncaster-life when his dad decides to move in with his new girlfriend Anne and her two kids. Speaking of the kids, one of them is this curly-haired bloke who's just a little too pretty for both his own and Louis' good.

Louis hates Harry, which is fine because he would really rather prefer to avoid him at all costs. The only problem? They're soulmates.

They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy's face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips. "Hi," he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. "Sorry. Is this okay?" The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis' waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, "Definitely." And then he kissed harder. (When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.) INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.