Louis Tomlinson lavora a Los Angeles in uno dei centri di piercing e tatuaggi più famosi della città, si paga da vivere con lo stipendio che guadagna ogni mese e come hobby dipinge. Poi c'è Harry Styles, un ragazzo londinese trasferitosi in America alla giovane età di diciannove anni con la passione per la fotografia e in cerca di un lavoro. Cosa potrebbe mai succedere se per questo suo bisogno trovasse la persona che gli stravolgerà la vita?

OS dedicated to Matthew Healy.

"Matthew, stop. We can't do this," I say, pulling away slightly. "Shh, yes we can, baby," he brings both of his hand to cup my face, his thumbs brushing back and forth over my cheeks. "Matty, this could ruin our friendship, and ruining our friendship means ruining our relationships with the rest of our group." "It's just sex, Rose. It doesn't mean anything. It's no big deal," he shrugs it off. Little did he know, it meant everything to me. warning: drug usage and sexual content.

"You're a good girl, do you know that?" He exhaled deeply with a disbelieving smile, pulling me to lie next to him. "Which is probably why I find you so hot. Those innocent eyes, fuck. I was done for. I always have been." "You don't mean that." I laughed, clambering beneath the sheets. "Ah, always so skeptical. But I mean it, your eyes are it for me. This magical emerald green that shines in the sunlight, and almost changes colour when you're talking about something you love. Like that fucking creative writing class you take with George. Your eyes, they shimmer and it's weird as shit but I love it. They remind me of the first day of spring, the sort of green that emerges from a really shit winter. The green that reminds you that everything is growing, and you're growing, and you're alive. That is what I love about your eyes." Matty half laughed to himself, climbing in after me. He cupped my cheek, stroking slightly with his thumb. "That and they look amazing when you're giving head." "Stop!" I laughed, batting him away. He pulled me in closer however, close enough so that my head was forced to rest on his chest and I could hear the steady beat of his heart. "It's true. Nothing like these old boring brown eyes of mine." "Boring? Nothing about you is boring." I whispered, tracing the lines of his chest tattoo. "How so?" -------- Avery Collins, an 18 year old university student, has her world turned upside down by the arrival of a boy with messy hair, chocolate eyes and a past full of dark secrets. Juggling a social life, her insane room mates, uni studies and work, will she be able to cope with this boy and the realisation that maybe, just maybe, he was more dangerous than he looked? [ONGOING BOOK] Proud to be part of the Wattpad Futures Programme. ---PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT--- Cover by @PGthequeen

When Charlie the typical awkward 18 year old good girl who doesn't drink/smoke or do any form of drugs starts talking to matty the typical non awkward 24 year old bad boy who does most certainly drink/smoke and do drugs and just so happens to be the lead singer of a cool band, surprisingly sparks fly.

Le parole fanno male. Le parole ti feriscono, lasciandoti in mille pezzi. Ti feriscono come migliaia di coltelli. Harry Styles è una persona infelice, vittima di bullismo a scuola. Essere chiamato in svariati modi ed essere picchiato fanno parte della sua quotidianità e lui crede a tutto ciò che gli viene detto. Tutte quelle parole lo distruggono ogni giorno, sta male. Harry allontana tutti e ha problemi a fare il contrario. Ma cosa succede quando qualcuno va a vivere nella casa difronte la sua, compreso un ragazzo che cattura l'attenzione di Harry dal primo momento? Sarà finalmente la prima persona che sentirà le grida di aiuto di Harry oppure sarà ancora un'altra persona che lo distruggerà? » argomenti delicati. » in fase di correzione.

Elizabeth was wading through pretty rocky waters, and so was Matty. “In tragedy and despair, when an endless night seems to have fallen, hope can be found in the realization that the companion of night is not another night, that the companion of night is day, that darkness always gives way to light, and that death rules only half of creation, life the other half.” ― Dean Koontz, Lightning. If there’s one thing that Elizabeth Frost knows, it’s that life is hard. With a mum who walked out on her at the age of seven, making way for a fairy-tale like, cruel step-mum and a father that did nothing to ease her pain, Elizabeth was thrown into a deep, dark void of loneliness. Now at sixteen, Elizabeth lives in a state of hopelessness. And then one day, without any warning, she is forced to leave, with only a one-way ticket to London as a parting gift. This broken shell of a girl has no clue what to do, and she feels completely alone; no light shines in her dark life. But what she is about to find out, is that everything has a companion, strong to weak, brave to scared and even dark to light, and Elizabeth might just have found her ‘light’ in the form of a brown haired, hazel eyed boy named Matty. Apart they are nothing, but together they begin to learn that they are strong enough to hold their heads up high, brave enough to conquer the world and eventually they learn to love as much as two unloved creatures could; unequivocally, passionately and recklessly.

Sei un ragazzo dislessico, con poche capacità di apprendere e che riesce a leggere solo il greco? Bene, in questo caso fai parte dei semidei, e, come tutti i semidei, devi andare in un campo ad allentarti: il campo mezzosangue. Ma cosa fare in questo campo oltre ad allenarti? Beh, sei nel posto giusto! 100 o più cose da fare al CHB

Un messaggio da un numero sconosciuto. Un amore non corrisposto. O forse no. ~ hightest ranking: #28 in fanfiction [Cover by @ElenaGrimaldi]

Julie Tomlinson la sorella di Louis Tomlinson ma se un giorno scoprisse che il suo vero fratello è Niall e cosa potrebbe succedere se dopo una delusione d'amore Julie si inamorasse del suo fratellastro? Molti fatti stravolgeranno la vita di Julie se volete sapere cosa le succede non vi resta altro che leggere questa storia Dalla storia E poi quando lo guardo penso sempre a questa frase Louis probabilmente è una di quelle persone coccolose che profumano di buono e che ti fanno sentire a casa quando ti abbracciano.