White Iris {Harry Styles FanFic}
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Wintertime (Frerard, Sequel to Summertime)
Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)Complete
Memento Mori
He had never noticed how difficult it was to walk until that moment when each step drove in further away from the answer and towards the mystery. The lively guests were now nothing more than a memory, not a trace of life was to be found. Perhaps the manor was not made for company, the young lord was alone again. He was always alone.Complete
Love, Draco
I loved you fearlessly, drank in your touch, smiled just as you smiled at me. Never did I think you would go so soon.Complete
fearless
You're my best friend, Louis," Harry says, barely above a whisper. Even if he was yelling, Louis wouldn't be able to believe his ears. "And I know it's been a while, but you're still the person I consider my best friend," Harry says. Louis blinks, and then blinks again. "I honestly cannot say the same, Harry," he says. Or, Harry left home without a word after high school, and a lot can change in ten years.Complete
I'll Keep Believing:Frerard:~Sequel to Born To Lose~
Gerard couldn't stop himself...He didn't want to.He just threw his head back and allowed the liquid to spark a fire in the back of his throat as he consumed it.He was losing himself more than should be humanly possible. And he didn't care. That's all he knew now. Alcohol and drugs. But without his main addiction that had been taken from him,he was slowly destroying himself. He was becoming a monster. Gerard needed Frank.Complete
Fix you(Larry Stylinson)
What happens when Harry has to go home for two months,and comes back to a broken Louis? Can Harry fix him? Will Louis let him in? ~~~ Warnings:selfharm depression, language, mentions of rape/Complete
Remind Me~Larry Stylinson(AU)
Everything was going great. Harry and Louis were happy together... but that's the thing... were happy. Not anymore. How could Harry do this to Louis? Could Louis ever forgive him? Or would Louis spend forever trying to get back to the one he loves? ~Rated PG-13 for violence and self harm~Complete
Blue Knight of Heart
Liam thought nothing of his recurring dream, but when he saw the house from his dream and entered it, everything started to change. He must now change fate to keep himself and his cousins alive, but when old foes return, all fates would come into a crossroad...Complete
Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)
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