Larrystylinsonfanfiction Stories

Louis just wanted Harry to love him. It's all he's ever wanted since he met the tall brunette in the corner shop. The thing is, you see, Harry has a lot less time left. If he gets involved with the cute boy who wears short skirts and see through tops, it'll be too ineffable.

Harry and Louis have been together for four years. But what happens when Louis accidently find out that his one and only love is dating a stranger? Read to find out!

My name isn't really all that important right now. But I might as well tell you because you'll have to find out sooner or later. I'm Harry Styles, and I'm gay. I have been my whole life. I lost the love of my life sixty-four years ago. I think about him everyday, and all I ever want to do is talk about him. But I have no one left. I've got no one to talk to. All I do everyday is sit in this old rickity house and pretend he's still snuggled up against me on the couch. I've lived here since I was born, and I moved in with Him when I was eighteen. But I'll start right from the beginning and tell you everything, don't worry. I'm glad that your listening...because no one else would. {Where Harry tells you his tragic love story}

Love is unique, passion, powerful, and unbreakable. But at the same time love can be fragile, vulnerable, and can be destroyed into tiny pieces, breaking each person beyond repair. I would describe the love between Harry and I as skinny love. Skinny love is powerful but at the same time breakable. People say love can and will conquer all, that isn't the case in all love. Our love was built to overcome anything but as our love grew, parts got shattered along the way, breaking off the strong pieces, leaving us with skinny love.

" Dear Louis, I know you think I don't love you. I know you probably think I hate you. But I love you Louis. I'm doing it for the band; I couldn't end the band. So I'm writing letters to you until our contract ends with management. Hopefully you will understand. Lots of Love, Harry xx

"And it's alright Calling out for somebody to hold tonight When you're lost I'll find a way, I'll be your light You'll never feel like you're alone I'll make this feel like home" A larry fanfic that takes place in the OTRA/mitam era (around 2015). It's not an AU, but it's still basically fiction. There will be inaccuracies relating to the timeline and certain events. Disclaimers: -Louis is Freddie's father in this fic -Use of drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes -mildly explicit sexual content -No complete/detailed smut -I'll put a trigger warning at the beginning of certain chapters if necessary

Harry Styles had been homeschooled all his life, until his therapist suggested that he start at a public school immediately so that he would be forced into a setting where he didn't have control as a possible OCD treatment. He was a good boy, and while he was doing everything right, he was going insane inside. Louis Tomlinson was never able to pay attention to a boring conversation and was always able to use the ADHD card as an excuse for his low grades. He never cared for others-he never really cared about anything. He was a bad boy, and while he was doing everything wrong, he was going insane on the inside. What happens when these two paths meet? When focus and organization meets distraction and chaos? When all control is lost and there is nothing left to think about but him? What happens when the good meets the bad?

Harry's been hanging out with Taylor Everybody thinks they're dating Cause he spends lot of weekends hanging at her house She's a part of the cheer team Top of her class and she's prom queen When they study chemistry she unbuttons her blouse But he's got a secret he must confess It's not her laugh or the way she dress She's not the reason he's been thinking about love Every weekend when they hang out He looses his cool when he's around And doesn't know if it is just a crush How does he find the words to tell her? He's in love with Taylor's brother

Think of all those stupid Larry fanfics that include horrible diction, a lack of a real plot, 1000's of cliches, and no use for proper grammar. Imagine it in one book. Welcome to hell.

Era sempre stato un tipo composto, Louis, non aveva mai discusso con nessuno, ne' tantomeno si era lasciato andare a scene pietose, o forse no, simili. Eppure Harry ne era rimasto colpito. Ma non nel modo in cui pensava lui. Oppure dove Louis non ne puo' più della gente che lo tormenta e decide di fare una cazzata.

Harry can feel the panic running through Louis body, he knows he has to make it stop even if he ruins their friendship. Turns out it didn’t.

Harry is the sweet, innocent angel who is still in training. He doesn't believe in fighting or violence, but he needs it if he wants to graduate. Louis is the not so innocent demon who already graduated from his school. He's made sure to take out any angel that attacks him, but everything changes when he meets Harry.

Sick of it, they were sick of it all. They were sick of the drama, the lies, and the constant attention. Sure, being famous is something that everyone dreams of, but once it gets to the point where you can't even go outside without half a dozen body guards, all you really want is your old life back. When you're famous, there is no privacy. Every single one of your embarrassing moments or mistakes is broadcasted for the world to see. Everything that happens in your life gets eaten up by the press. Huge stories develop from the simplest things, most stories are nothing but fake, but what happens when they are true? What happens with the smallest thing is actually a big deal? What happens when the press develop a large story and IT'S ALL TRUE? The answer is... People get hurt. People get really hurt.

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"'Wherever you go, I go.' He mumbled in my ear. I knew at that instant it was a lie, not one he intended on, but I didn't want to believe we would ever be separated. For the night I wanted to live in the moment because I might not ever feel the way he's holding me ever again."