Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jan 14, 2015
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1Direction
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Louis and Harry had practically been friends since the day they were born and were as close as can be. Even before Harry was born, their mums had been best friends. They had been there to support each other through everything. And there had been a lot. A lot of tough times. A lot of heartbreak and a lot of tears. Both joy and sadness. But they had been strong. Had. But what was the truth? Who were One Direction when there weren't any cameras around? How did Harry and Louis become so distant? Follow the story of the real One Direction through all the heartbreak and trauma and drama that is their life. Find out how Larry Stylinson came to be and the dark dark past that came with it. Everything that happens... Behind Closed Doors.
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They had only been friends. But the fans created this false relationship between them: Larry Stylinson. They would brush it off. It was fake after all. That is until one fell for the other. He shouldn't have looked it up. He shouldn't have read all of those fan fictions. He shouldn't have fallen in love. But he did. And he was so screwed because no one could know. His career was on the line. His entire band would be over. So they made him a womanizer behind his back. All these rumors floated around in order to hide his true orientation. But he'd never be happy. Not until he could tell him 'I love you'. That was his goal. His mission. His dream. But they were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Just friends, right?

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