Louis is a new therapist and Harry is his patient. He is also a very depressed kid and all of his therapists have given up on him, but what happens when Harry tries something and Louis cant find him? xx

[Larry Stylinson | Mystery] "You're just...you're someone unforgettable. Like a song you really want to get out of your head, but you can't so you stop trying and just sing along with the song. You're sticky, not like you you, but the idea of you just sticks to my brain." Where Louis' best friend dies and he relies on the help of a disorganized detective to figure out who did it. However, is Louis possibly the killer? Could he have killed someone and not even realized it? There's only one person who can get the job done: Detective Harry Styles. --- Copyright © 2015 MaddsLeigh. All rights reserved.

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

"you stand in front of a mirror." she said. "and you call his name 4 times." germanyharry © 2014 // completed: 30.12.2014

❝you're just the sperm donor; and that's all you'll ever be.❞ WARNING: THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED AND IS RUSHED AND, TO BE HONEST, NOT MY BEST WORK. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. © payning ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

You don't know what's out in the world, until you witness it yourself. It may be hard to believe, but it becomes something you can't deny. He's not human. He's selfish, cocky and arrogant. She's human. She's guarded, hardheaded and stubborn. Her world was never supposed to collide with his. She was never supposed to fall in love. And he was never supposed to have a heart... © Intoxicatedd || 2013-2015 || P.s This book was written almost a whole decade ago so read at your own risk!

[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles

❝I'm not good for you.❞ ❝You're perfect for me.❞ ❝Staying with me could get you killed.❞ ❝And I wouldn't regret a single thing.❞ copyright © 2014-2015 harrystmh