painless ➸ larry
❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞
✓ (TRIGGER WARNING: Contains self harm, attempt in suicide, suicidal thoughts, ect.) Harry and Louis. Larry Stylinson. They were the ship of dreams. Until they came out to their management. Desperate to keep the love between the boys a secret they found Eleanor Calder. An old friend of Harry's to be Louis' fake...
~COMPLETED~ "is it so wrong, that you make me strong" I allowed the tears to stream down my face. *Edited*
Harry breaks up with his boyfriend a day before Valentine's Day and Louis tries to cheer him up.
Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.
If you're looking for a fic with better writing and less irritating characters PLEASE take a look at my other fics instead (not 'I'm Fine', and preferably not 'To Be So Lonely'). // Harry Styles, a 16 year old boy, attends Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School. Unfortunately for him, his time there isn't exactly smooth s...
It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.
Love; An intense feeling of deep affection. But how much do you have to sacrifice for this
Louis is lost, stumbling in the dark with his empty heart. Then he meets Harry under the stars. Can he help Louis find his back home? Trigger warnings
Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...