Larryau Stories

"Body to ash from fire deep within from one single touch like when fire meets gin. My soul aches for strength from your addicting smile because one glance at it and I don't feel like dying for a while. " Twenty three year old Louis Tomlinson was a poet . He was famous for sad and emotionally touching poems. He could write how he felt on paper , and well turn it into a wonderfully heartfelt piece. No one understood. Sure his pieces were read world wide and touching souls of people. But no one understood his pain that the poems had hidden . Well until one day someone did . Twenty one year old harry styles was a artist. Who put his hidden pain and misery. Into his work much like Louis. He needed a fresh start a place to call home and he found that is a two bedroom studio next to the sad poet.

Louis is in rehab for anorexia and alcoholism. Harry is in rehab for self-harming and sex-addiction. Harry and Louis are roommates. Harry makes it his mission to help Louis. Not only because he wants to have his way with him. But he loves Louis. What could go wrong?

In which Harry is broken and Louis is ignoring the responsibilities to keep Harry alive.

"I've never been capable of making or agreeing on decisions in my entire life." Louis says scoffing at the boy sitting down who's nametag read Harry. "You made the decision to get out of bed today." The bright yet tired green eyed boy staring back at him now known as Harry points out lightheartedly. "The only thing I am 100% certain on is that I'll be single for the rest of my life." Louis complains. "What if I were to help you?" Harry offers and Louis looks at him as if he has 17 heads. "Help me what, exactly?" "Get a girlfriend." "Why would you -a stranger- help me, someone you don't even know and met for the time tonight, find a girlfriend?" Louis asked dumbfounded. "Shouldn't you be asking how I could help you and not why since as you pointed out, I don't know you?" Harry questioned intrigued at this boy's now leaning attitude finding it cute. "I suppose that's a better question, how could you, Harold?" "Well Louis what if I told you, I was your guardian angel." Harry says sudden with a change of tone in his voice. "Wait, what?" Louis asks confused. the most beautiful journeys, the most beautifully flawed love stories, mended/broken families , and make or break the strongest of friendships; wrapped into one beautiful chaotic world.

A.U where Louis, Harry, and their 2 children go to a cabin for Christmas and things take a horrific turn.

// YOU LOOK SO COOL //

Being wealthy meant everything in the world during 2405, for centuries people have had their count down to their death implanted into the arm by a strange machine when they were born. By having money you were able to expand your life time and basically live forever, but going bankrupt or being born into a poor family can be an instant death. Sure you can share some of your time with another by a simple hand motion, but who would want that when you can have it for yourself? By being so advanced in technology, scientist were able to make it seem like you stopped aging once you hit twenty five because who would want to live forever without the looks or energy? One day Louis Tomlinson, an extremely wealthy man, had bumped into a boy in the streets who he had learned was named Harry and suddenly felt interested in someone else besides himself. This story's concept about being able to control your life span is completely inspired by the movie "In Time". *Also yes I did just publish chapter two after 6 years wat r u going to do about it *

it's a larry love story what more is there to say :)

In which Harry is out playing with his dog when the most beautiful person he has ever seen shows up with a camera [just a short, fluffy story with loads of descriptions really]

**Larry Stylinson AU** Every year the Tomlinson's spend their summer at their cottage. Louis hated that his mum brought him along, he's 17 for gods sake!! But this summer maybe a little different when a new family moves on their street. The Style's.

Anxiety (n)- The feeling where you question your value, your worth, your pride, yourself, everything.... and you think. Over think. All night. All you're left with, is you, yourself, and a very dark place. Larry Stylinson

Harry almost pass out when a boy named Louis suddenly appears in his room one day. Scratch that. A ghost! A sad, confused, sassy and annoying ghost who wants his help finding out what happened to him. Purely fictional

rosebud (n.) (a literary reference to) a pretty young girl ---- "you know," i say, looking over at harry, who is carelessly swinging her legs over the ledge lf the roof. "you're a rosebud," "a what?" "a pretty girl," i smile sheepishly, tucking a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear "and a very pretty one at that," ---- fem!larry au, based loosely off of End Of The Day by one direction lowercase intended

the one in which harry pays louis' phone bill because he's kind of obsessed with his voice

A Larry smau where Harry is an upcoming influencer and louis is a world famous singer-songwriter. Let's see where this thing goes.

@supu1224 gave me the suggestion to write a story about when homosexuality was criminalized for the first time and how Harry and Louis protested by hiding art pieces. I was up for the challenge. The story takes place in the 1600's. I did a lot of research but I couldn't look up every little detail so there might be some historical inaccuracies. I hope you can oversee that.

"I love you because I need you." . "I need you because I love you."