Hello, I'm Harry, I'm 16 years old. And I met a boy, named Louis. Larry Stylinson. Warning: Self-harm.

"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}

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.

In which Louis' mum does not have enough money to provide school lunch, so Harry gives him an orange everyday instead.

Harry was put in West Rock for the murder of his boyfriend, Dustin. Four years later, he's released, trying to live a normal life and escape his reputation. Then there's Louis, the curious new boy who needs to find out if Harry's a killer for himself. As Louis keeps up the chase, Harry grows more and more frustrated, and he finds his gaze on the knives. One push may be all it takes to send Harry into a rage, but Louis is too in over his head to save himself now.

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 was his first. His first everything. First kiss, first date, first boyfriend, first savior, and first voice that he wanted to hear when he woke up. He was his first choice, his only choice, and he wanted him to keep being his first, because there was simply no one else. ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ [COMPLETED] COPYRIGHT © 2016, qualitystylinson please do not copy or steal my story, or translate it unless given permission.

••complete 2014•• on a rainy tuesday a gun was fired ten times within their high school. one loved the shooter. the other lost his best friend to him

Harry Styles is simply fucked up and thinks nobody can save him. As he spirals downwards, will Louis be the one to bring him back up? **Warnings** Mentions of past Rape/Abuse, eating disorder/selfharm, and eventually sexual content. Do not read if under 15 years of age.

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)