Feel {Larry Stylinson/AU}

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Parts 10
Time 1h 7m

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"Art isn't just pretty pictures on a wall, Harry! It's an expression of emotion and showing the world what you can see in a perspective new to it. Oh Harry, I wish I could get you to understand it."All Rights Reserved

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After her parents died, Erika didn't care about anything. Not her friends, not school, nothing. Except for her art. Painting was the only thing that she felt kept her close to her mother, terrified that sharing it meant she would lose her for good. This year was her final year and her aunt forced her to take an art class. Erika promised to try and open up a bit more. Who knew, maybe this is what she needed to find her passion. Find that love her mother said was the secret to her greatest paintings. And rumor was, the new art teacher from Dublin had everyone talking. Stefan grew up tough. His father was an alcoholic that forced him into rugby while his mother was a tough bitch who wanted him to teach as she did. Sketching was the only place he felt he could show his emotions. His mother kicked out his father after he beat the bloody daylights out of his son for wanting to be an artist. Being an art teacher was the best compromise to do what he wanted and please his mother. Right out of university, he took a job at some private school in Paris. This was going to be his fresh start. Hopefully helping these rich kids to find their passion for art would help himself. But all his plans blew out the window when he walked in the first day of class to see Erika Monet sitting silently at her desk, those stunning silver eyes staring right into his very core. He knew student relationships where a bad idea, but she had just stolen his heart and he was helpless against it.

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Fix You (Larry Stylinson AU) by smolbeanandhisqween

"Why do you do it?" Harry gives him a puzzled look. "Do what?" "Cut yourself." Harry takes a moment to give him an answer. His face flashes with several emotions like he doesn't know what to say. "The same reason you drink so much, to numb reality." Or the one where Louis is an alcoholic professor. Harry is his quiet yet beautiful student who never wears short sleeves. This is their journey of learning to love themselves and maybe along the way, each other.

"My love for her was forbidden but the lust I felt was never forgotten" Looking at her made my heart skip beats but I fought against it knowing that each single feeling I felt for her was wrong. But fate or whatever you want to call it brought us to each other. Little did I know the girl I fell for, the girl that learned my darkest thoughts and fears would be... My student. "Our hearts connected as one without thought of the consequences" Being in love wasn't something common to me. Nor did I ever think it would be. But, beginning the school year with a new understanding of the word "love" made it seem possible. It was possible for me to find the right person. Someone to confine in and lay in bed at night and confess your darkest fears, and hopes. Little did I know that person would be...My teacher.

I Don't Know The Words To Say (L.S.) by HESLWTLJPNJHZJM

"We don't talk to strangers, love. It's dangerous." "But Harry was nice," she said, her voice quiet, timid, as she looked down at her hands which reached out to grab a hold of Louis' jumper. "He helped me get the ice cream." "I don't care how nice he was, I don't care what he did. You do not talk to strangers, and you certainly do not run away from me at the shops." "I'm sorry. I just wanted the ice cream." *** Louis wasn't sure how he'd never met Harry before. They had more mutual friends than Louis could name, he worked with Harry's sister, they'd even gone to the same uni. But they'd never met. Louis definitely would have remembered him. An unfortunate first encounter at the supermarket sets them off on the wrong foot. And suddenly Harry is everywhere. Between weddings and babies, meddling friends and a seven year old, Harry and Louis suddenly have a lot of time to spend together.

Black is the Absence of Color by SullenFairy

Louis suffers from Major Depression. Harry tries to be supportive. Yet, somehow, the role of hero and anti-hero becomes intertwined. "I knew the moment I met him I would be seduced. He was so captivating. His tresses hitting his cheekbones at the right angle; His icy blue eyes piercing through my soul; His smile that only angels could bless one with; He could do no wrong. It keeps coming back in flashes of light; a wave of memories that consume my every thought. It wasn't meant to be this way. At first, I had control. I felt loved. I felt admired. I felt wanted...& he knew that. Like a insect waiting patiently to devour his prey, he became an opportunist.. & somehow, through this darkness, I look to him to find the light." (Depression/Emotional Abuse/Suicide Triggers/Sexual Content). (Takes place after Hiatus)

It feels like we are in hell when we are all alone.. When we leave our bestfreinds and start for a new life... When everything seems to be new.... All the unfamiliar faces.... New College.. New teachers... New Routine.. New life... Some people find it special and interesting.. My life was boring until I encountered someone special.. 💜

"And love? Have you ever been in love before? Got your heart broken?" "I think... maybe?" "If you have to think, it was not love, Louis. Love is pain. Love is passion. Love is fury. Love is hunger. Heartbreak is the fire that causes a mere singer to transform into an artist. The day you know pain, the day you will feel the burn of getting your heart broken, is the day you will find the answer to your question." or Where Louis is trying to get his heart broken to become a true musician and Harry Styles is the certified heartbreaker of the uni according to Louis' mates.

"compare scars of love and war, oh some are ugly and some are worth it" the story of a sad art teacher

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ʟᴀʀʀʏ sᴛʏʟɪɴsᴏɴ ⋙ "Do you think I chose to be this way?" "Yes, at one point you chose it, because it was easier than being confronted with the reality." ⋘ ◈ We live in a world where we have to pretend to be somebody else. Where we have to act like we are fine. The society wants us to be perfect. Some people break under the pressure, trying to fix themselves with drugs, but that only makes their life fall apart... ◈ [TW: Drugs/Depression]

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After her parents died, Erika didn't care about anything. Not her friends, not school, nothing. Except for her art. Painting was the only thing that she felt kept her close to her mother, terrified that sharing it meant she would lose her for good. This year was her final year and her aunt forced her to take an art class. Erika promised to try and open up a bit more. Who knew, maybe this is what she needed to find her passion. Find that love her mother said was the secret to her greatest paintings. And rumor was, the new art teacher from Dublin had everyone talking. Stefan grew up tough. His father was an alcoholic that forced him into rugby while his mother was a tough bitch who wanted him to teach as she did. Sketching was the only place he felt he could show his emotions. His mother kicked out his father after he beat the bloody daylights out of his son for wanting to be an artist. Being an art teacher was the best compromise to do what he wanted and please his mother. Right out of university, he took a job at some private school in Paris. This was going to be his fresh start. Hopefully helping these rich kids to find their passion for art would help himself. But all his plans blew out the window when he walked in the first day of class to see Erika Monet sitting silently at her desk, those stunning silver eyes staring right into his very core. He knew student relationships where a bad idea, but she had just stolen his heart and he was helpless against it.

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