Shiro is a lead investigator following a serial killer known as ' The Red Lion'. Since he became head of his team he's been looking for the killer. With no witnesses or any details left behind Shiro had no idea who was behind it all, all he knew was that he was younger than him. Keith on the other hand knew about Shiro all his investigations and loved how persistent he was, he was convinced Shiro was in love with him just as much as he was.

❝you're the boy who keeps putting candy in my cart?❞ ❝yeah,❞ ❝dude, what the fuck. why?❞ ❝because each one of them reminds me of you,❞ in which a walmart clerk secretly puts notes and a piece inside another boy's cart who comes everyday. all rights reserved, cover done by larrywho (yo) 7/28/14: fanfiction: #831, teenfiction: #977

❞ Words hurt. Words break you, leave you in pieces. They hurt like a thousand knives. ❞ Harry Styles is an unhappy person, he is the victim of bullying at school. Being called names or beat up is a part of his daily life and he believes everything he is told. All the words haunt him every day and he is broken. Harry pushes everyone away and he has problems letting anyone in. But what happens when someone moves into the house that was across the treet, including a teenage boy that caught Harry's attention from the second he saw him? Will he be the one who finally hears Harry's screams for help, or will he be yet another person that breaks Harry? » trigger warnings concerning self-harm and suicidal thoughts. » currently being edited.

Harry's mom ran. She ran every single time her relationships failed. What else could she do? She could get over it. Harry wished she would. He hates having to pack up, leave friends (if he even had time to make any), and go to a new place. When Harry and his mother finally move into a new house and his mother gives him the "this could be the one" speech, yet again, Harry doesn't think it's even worth while to unpack. He just thinks it will be a matter of time before his mom wants to pack up and leave again. He decides to not make friends this time, to not care about anything this time, to just wait. Soon his mother will want to leave, so what's the point? Perhaps when Harry meets Louis, the twenty-six year old man that lives across the street and just so happens to be Harry's type; gay, he'll find a way to make his mom want to stay longer. He just doesn't know how...

❝never have i ever..... fucked a louis.❞ ©flawedfrangipane2014- all rights reserved

Louis loses his problems in the bottom of a bottle. Harry buries his misery in absurd amounts of work. "ｏｈ ｈｏｗ ｌｏｖｅｌｙ ａｒｅ ｏｕｒ ｍｉｓｆｏｒｔｕｎｅｓ？”

Harry's always lived vicariously though the illustrious fairy tales his mother crafted for him, even when it goes against everything he's supposed to believe in. But after a night of flames and futility, Harry questions every lesson he's ever been taught- especially the value of his own life. Caught in the disastrous catastrophe of a father devoted to a punishing Church and the threat of a dismal existence, Harry's own book seems to be withering at the seams. However, when Harry considers his fairy tale at an end, fate, God, some great force, decides that the cover of his story has barely been opened, and that the pages are waiting to be filled by the mysterious scrawl of a supposedly fictitious creature that dwells under forbidden waves. And it just so happens that Harry's ready to read.