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Triple Threat (A Styles Twins Fanfiction)

GimmeABananaOrDie

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LECTURES 3,723
Votes 159
Parties 37
Durée 2h 8m

GimmeABananaOrDie

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"Will You Come Back To Me?"

"I-I ...."He Avoided My Gaze Looking Down And Fiddling With His Fingers.

"Just Tell Me The Truth,Please."I Pleaded."Is It So Hard To Tell Me The Truth?"I Asked,Tears Falling From My Eyes.

"I Don't Know."He Said Finally Looking At Me.He Looked So .. Lost.

"Do You Have To Do This?"I Asked Shutting My Eyes And Taking A Deep Breath Trying To Stop The Tears.

"I'll Make Everything Right At The End,It's Gonna Be Worth It,I Promise."He Assured.But I Couldn't Believe Him.

"Do You?Do You Promise Me?"I Took A Step Forward Decreasing The Space Between Us.

He Nodded And Pulled My Body Towards His In A Tight Hug.We Pulled Back And I Looked At Him Straight In His Eyes.

"I Love You."I Whispered Pulling Him Towards Me By The Collar Of His Shirt Bringing His Lips To Mine In A Short Yet Passionate Kiss.

"I Love You Too."He Said Locking Eyes With Me One Last Time Before Disappearing Out Of My Sight ....Tous Droits Réservés

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Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016, écrit par Krystal_Grace

I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

My Moment / / H.S.✔, écrit par imaginethebest

I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson), écrit par British-1D-Irish

My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

Brushed With Fame (major editing to come), écrit par Arigonthecreator

It all started at a meet and greet, When Emily gives Liam her phone to take a picture of the two of them. When he has it in his hands, he takes the opportunity to put his number in her phone. What happens when he wants to get to know what's under her shyness? What happens when Emily is Brushed With Fame? Preview: "You want to know my favorite quote of all time?" She asked looking from the sky to me. Propping my arm up and turn to her, I nodded. She looked back up at the sky and closed her eyes. "'We except the love we think we deserve.' The reason I like it so much is because it describes why everyone falls in love with someone that doesn't deserve to have their love. I guess it's just a human nature thing." She said with a shrug. I smiled at her. "What are you afraid of the most?" I asked her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "I guess I would be most afraid of rejection. I have always been rejected when it comes to guys and I never knew why. I eventually stopped trying and just started to focus more on my college degree. If a guy comes to me then I will let what happens happen." She said confidently. *Warning*- there are acts of weirdness, random cheesiness, and lot's of random things

TWIST H.S., écrit par unfuckwitary

Harry once asked me what was the most painful thing I've endured in my life, I couldn't answer to him back then but, hearing his desperate plead for me to hold on I got my answer now. ¨Hold on please, darling.¨ And for the first time since knowing him I wanted to listen to him only now I physically couldn't but I forced myself for him, for my ray of sunshine, for my angel. It took everything in me to open my eyes but I mustered all my energy and weakly opened them to see my favorite shade of green staring back at me, and almost as a reflex ever so slowly my lips curled up at the sight of him. However, at the sight of me grief washed all over his face. I'm here but it's as if he was mourning me. I've never felt so helpless in my life, I wanted to assure him that this isn't his fault, I wish I had the strength to. ¨I'm sorry baby, I'll get us out of here.¨ Watery eyes and a determined face promised me and the only thing I could muster was a weak smile. And with that he turned to face our aggressor. ¨My house, my chair, my wife,¨ At the sound of the last word my heart literally skipped a beat and I swear my eyes almost budged off my face when a second ago I could barely keep them open. ¨You better kill me before I fucking get free, you're on borrowed time and I fucking swear I'll have the time of my life making you pay for what you're doing to my wife.¨ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's not the most ideal thing to be a mafia leader with two kids, and it surely isn't the most logical thing to fall in love with your enemy. -------------- A dark Harry fic with a little twist. Or maybe two.

Way Back Home (Larry Stylinson), écrit par wickedyouth

"Sand on our toes, kiss on your nose. I love you so much, Harry Edward Styles. Against all odds, against all hoes. Take my hand, take my whole life too. I can't help to have fallen in love with you. Will you marry me, Harry?" On a breezy day, when sands were tickling through their toes and the sun was setting magnificently from afar as waves crash through the shore, Harry Styles, a 24 year old photographer, was asked by his best friend and the greatest love of his life, Louis Tomlinson, a 26 years old songwriter, the easiest question he had have to answer in his entire life. He already knows the answer by heart from the first moment his emerald eyes got the chance to connect with his ocean blue ones. Everything was beyond perfect. Every moment they shared were scribbled down on their vows, ready to be said aloud. But what if fate tested their love for each other? What if death and oblivion comes their way? Will their love for each other fade? Will they give up on the greatest love story of their lives? Or would this make them stronger? Would they find their way back home? To each other's arms? "I love you so much, Harry. Against all odds, against all hoes." Louis' eyes were red and puffy, tears were continuously falling from his eyes. He took Harry's left hand and continued talking "Take my hand, take my whole life too. I can't help to have fallen in love with you." Louis looked into Harry's emerald eyes. They were cold, no emotions were evident on his face. Not even the slightest hint of love. Louis took a pause, desperately looking at Harry's eyes as tears stream down his face. "Will you please... Please... Please remember me, Harry?"

Iniquity [h.s] , écrit par _fallingkiwii

SEQUEL TO INSATIABLE. in·iq·ui·ty noun immoral or grossly unfair behavior. To say that Aurora is struggling would be an understatement- truthfully, she's barely getting by. Merely a shell of a woman who has lost herself in the path of one man's destruction. A life without Harry and the heartache that followed was something she could've never imagined. But what happens when the man who once had her heart, and ultimately destroyed it, makes his return? Will Rori and Harry ever be able to mend their broken hearts? Will their lives ever be the same? ... or in the end will they have to overcome obstacles of the past, present and future to be able to face their own acts of iniquity? ••• His eyes narrowed at me, "So what does that mean then?" "Does it have to mean anything?" I quickly countered. Harry's head tilted to the side, his eyes watching my face as his hand slowly raised up between us. "Tell me that it didn't." He spoke, his voice lower now. His hand inched towards me until finally the back of his fingers were brushing softly across my cheek. "Tell me you don't miss this feeling." I couldn't help as my eyes fluttered closed, the sensation of his skin on mine causing my mind to go into overload. "What feeling?" "You know what I'm talking about, Rori... I feel it too." ••• STARTED: May 8, 2023 ••• HIGHEST RANKINGS: 🥇harrystyles 🥇darkharrystyles 🥇harrystylesau 🥉llh

In Front of Them (L.S.), écrit par missingstylinson14

Harry could tell he was upset. He denied it, but Harry knew, Harry always knew. He wanted to comfort him, but couldn't take the chance of someone seeing and it putting their relationship through even more. "What's wrong?" Harry whispered, hoping no one would notice. He worried more as he saw the tears well up in Louis' eyes. He could count on one hand the amount of times he's seen louis cry before now. He's always so strong. "Please," Louis whimpered as a tear escaped. Harry was about to ask what he meant, but stopped himself, he knew. "Louis. You know I want to, so much, but I can't. We can't. They'll kill us, we'll loose our jobs. You always say-" "Please," Louis cut him off, touching his arm slightly. The older boy knew exactly what he was doing and how this simple gesture would affect the younger lad. "Please just kiss me."

Alleyway || h.s., écrit par ch3rryangel__

"That mouth of yours is gonna get you killed, princesa." He ground out. Index and thumb securely holding my chin in place. I've lost count of how many times Harry has caged me beneath his arms like this against every fucking wall to exist, honestly so over it at this point that the single action was enough to send me into a pit of rage. "If you're gonna fucking kill me. Get it over with." My voice was sharp. Barely recognizable at this point. I can't for the life of me understand how Harry was able rile me up this much- to the point of pure boiling anger. "Cause you're taking a goddamn long time-" His mouth was on mine. So unbelievably fucking fast that i've forgotten how to breathe, to think, to react. His body pressing against me tighter, closing all and every existing gap that once existed between us. My fingers absentmindedly looping through the belt hoops of his jeans so tight to hold myself in place. The kiss was nothing but heavy panting and clashing teeth. His fingers were holding my jaw in place while his other hand roamed the length of my bare waist, slipping underneath my shirt. The touch alone sending me spiraling into an abyss of heat and lust. "I'm gonna make you fucking scream, Eliana." ----- 18+ Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content © All Rights Reserved

Dirty Little Secret » Larry AU, écrit par habitommo

[completed] "Please don't say anything." "Lou-" "Don't fucking speak," I snarled, my breath hitting the skin on his neck that I was glaring into. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and lapped my hands on each side of his waist, the sensation sending shivers right through me. I said, "I'll do this with you. But you can't tell anyone." ... Where Harry is a boy toy at university and Louis is an efficient student with an uncontrollable sense of sexual desire.

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Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016 cover

My Moment / / H.S.✔ cover

Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson) cover

Brushed With Fame (major editing to come) cover

TWIST H.S. cover

Way Back Home (Larry Stylinson) cover

Iniquity [h.s] cover

In Front of Them (L.S.) cover

Alleyway || h.s. cover

Dirty Little Secret » Larry AU cover

Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.