Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

these are all fanfics you can find on ao3 and wattpad.

"Louis doesn't know what lives in boys like Harry - magnificently beautiful boys, who should want for nothing, but somehow still have a quiet dissatisfaction for life simmering underneath the surface. The singular change in Harry was something Louis never thought he'd see, but then again, nothing that had been happening lately was ever in Louis's line of prediction." OR Seventh year Hogwarts AU in which Harry Styles is a Gryffindor jock, Louis is just trying to get through the year, and Liam, Zayn and Niall rarely ever know what the hell is going on.

{Larry Stylinson/Hogwarts AU} Have I told you lately that I love you? Have I told you there's no one else above you? Copyright 2018, thighhighlarry. All Rights Reserved.

Harry and louis were co-captains, problem was they couldn't stand each other. They played well together, but only where football was concerned.

A love game between a heart breaker and a player. Louis Tomlinson has been breaking hearts ever since his has been shattered. But when he finds Harry Styles at CD store and offers him to play his evil love game will tables turn? And will Louis be suffering yet another heart break or will Harry sew up his heart and be his final player and new lover.

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.

When I first started writing Locker 17, I had a different ending than the one on the original book. I couldn't bring myself to just forget about it, so here's a different ending :)

"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