Harry is just an ordinary boy in college. Somewhat... He's bullied for the fact that's he's gay, and when bullying consist of serious injuries, it's pretty rough for him. Then he met Louis. The misjudged, Punk rocker, tattoo artist with a heart of gold. Harry instantly fell for him. He fell hard. And with Louis bad past, he helps him open up. With a possible relationship with the 21 year old in return. ©AvannahSay Stolen Prologues, Chapters,and Epilogues are punishable by law Winner of the Spring Contest Best Larry Series

{ONGOING} It's been ten years since One Direction broke up and lived their own lives. Larry Stylinson never did come out, but the boys still loved each other even after they moved on to new families. One afternoon, Louis' fiancee finds a box of letters from Harry hidden amongst Louis' things. 100 letters, to be exact. Each letter is addressed to Louis, and each word on the papers are written with love. But something happened. Because Harry stopped writing.

This is a small collection of one-shot letters between Louis and his band mates after his successful suicide attempt. This story shows the pain and hardship of losing a band mate, a friend and a loved one.

Louis is 6 months pregnant and finds out something amazing and horrible about his pregnancy, but at the same time something horrible happens to dear Harry Will he die? What's wrong with the babies? All of these question will be answered In, 'What if there wasn't an angel'

-¿de que serviria que te tatuaras un triangulo hueco, si nadie tendria tu relleno? Posdata: todos los derechos de esta historia pertenecen a Fer_Tommo La cual es la autora, yo simplemente resubi su trabajo ya que me encanto, siganla!

Donde Louis es la debilidad de Harry. 24/08/15 #24 in FanFic. Portada hecha por: @5Boys1LoveMyLife.

The one where Louis is a peasant boy who falls for a prince and the prince might feel the same. While you're reading, try and spot all the tattoo references bc I've lost count. I know Louis is more like Peter Pan, but I felt inspired bc Disney's new live action Cinderella and I just saw Into The Woods and I was just inspired okay? Thanks to all my baes who helped me write, you know who you are ;) Thanks for reading, stay lovely x All my works are copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. This includes all chapters, prologues/epilogues and associated content. Any unauthorized copying, broadcasting, manipulation, distribution or selling of this work constitutes as an infringement of copyright. Any infringement of this copyright is punishable by law Copyright © 2015 casscass815

"Harry? Are you ok?" I asked, groggily, rubbing my tired eyes. "L-Lou!" He stuttered. Shit. "What's wrong? Tell me please." He sniffled. "S-Sorry to wake you." "It's ok. I told you, you can call me anytime." He was silent for a moment. "I... I'm scared Lou." He whimpered. I can hear him crying and it's breaking my heart, again. "Talk to me. Tell me how you're feeling." "I... I'm scared of dying Lou." He sobbed. ...... Louis accidentally messaged Harry. They became friends quickly. But not quick enough as tragedy strikes.

Harry & his Mum were hoping for a new start. They'd moved to Doncaster, after Harry was bullied. He made a few friends, but more bullies and mental health problems are making life difficult for the 16 year old boy. With help of Louis, his Mum and the doctors, will Harry be happy at last?

But now he sat with his knees curled to his chest, nestled into the corner of the floor of his small closet. His fingers slipped through and wound tightly into his fist the multicolored fabric, pulled it to his face in an unconscious need to feel the closeness he longed for. He’d turned off the TV long ago but the celebrity gossip news shows and their laughing, their joking, still ran through his mind like whispers in his ear. Long curls of hair fell in front of his face, and with his left wrist he nudged them back. But his head was bowed and the hair just flopped in front of his eyes again. He closed them, resting his forehead on the fabric and on his knees. Somehow the weathered fabric still smelled of cologne. It almost, almost, felt like Louis still loved him.