"And words hurt. They make you bleed because they bleed themselves. Because the verb became flesh and lived among us and words incarnated, embodying the same pain we loaded them with. Because Louis spoke just like he bled and bled like what he spoke. And, when speaking about himself, he showed no mercy." Harry didn't know it would cost him life as he had known it until then. And, at first, he thought about it in a more shallow way. In the way drugs come to you to fuck everything up or in the way you go to drugs because everything around you is fucked up, as well. But there was someone else there, at the place where lost souls go to try and redeem themselves, to rehabilitate and reinsert into a society that doesn't want them. Someone whose words hurt when they gave a voice to Harry's thoughts. Who could help dissipate the cloudy veil Harry had purposefully pulled over his eyes. But who needed his feet to feel the ground once again. *** ALSO ON AO3 :))

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the "perfect" girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn't realized he didn't actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson. This story is not mine. Domesticharry(Lis) owns this story on ao3. All credits goes to her.

[COMPLETED] "I don't believe that you exist but there's a wonderful fragrance in the air" For Louis, going to university was an escape. An escape from the shadows and the deafening noise that haunts his nightmares. An escape from the past. What he wasn't expecting to find there was a mirror in the shape of sparkly green. He wasn't expecting to find a way out of himself. Harry never thought that those things that make you lose control and let go of the guilt could be those that he longed for the most. Neither of them was expecting to be saved... *** TW: mentions of death, self harm and mentions of suicide (NOT descriptive) *** Playlist for Under Coloured Trees: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5XfAxKisGHFWJMx2KsDUMY?si=eyRcnBg7TLGg31RHGHd2Qg&utm_source=copy-link ...or "Under Coloured Trees" by A Bell Jar Finished April 2022 YOU CAN ALSO FIND ME AND THIS STORY ON AO3 :)

***AVAILABLE AS KINDLE OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON*** good with words; in minds, on lips, on tongues, in pages. 1982 Louis is a writer living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Harry is a figure of colors, curls, and dimples and a thousand words Louis never anticipated writing, a thousand things he never anticipated feeling. highest ranking: 🥇no.1 in #larrystylinson no.1 in #larryfics

Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in Yorkshire, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

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 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. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)

The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did. // THIS IS NOT MY WORK !!! I AM ONLY DOING THIS BECAUSE I WANTED SHORTER CHAPTERS FOR MYSELF This story belongs to Velvetoscar on AO3

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. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.