Just a bunch of Harry (mostly Larry) oneshots I've come up with so please don't steal them. Prompts welcome... most of these will be where Harry has some sort of disorder or condition. ❗️❗️❗️Some chapters are private ❗️❗️❗️ Don't steal my shit cause it's mine, from my brain

"hoping this cold blue water scrubs me clean and spits me out again" This fic isn't mine! It was written by phantasmagoria (whiteteethteen) on AO3!

Harry Styles is going into his third year of university and he's going to talk to the boy with blue eyes and pretty ankles he's been crushing on for the last two years if it's the last thing he does. With the help of his friends, he's thrown into a few awkward situations along the way.

Summary: Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. Credits to « tothemoonmydear » on AO3 . I made the cover 🖤

What would you do if the love of your life, didn't recognize you? What if they didn't remember their own name? Would you wait for them? Harry lost his memory, calling himself Ben and living a different life, without knowing that he was actually a member of the world's biggest boyband. He didn't know that the band he was in, was broken up and trying to find a way to cope without their four brothers with them. Louis couldn't stay in the band without Harry. Unspoken feelings remained inside him as he moved away from his home to patiently wait by the love of his life, silently begging him to remember him.

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.

••complete 2016•• harry has an abusive boyfriend and louis moves next door

"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