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"I don't have to hear you say it to know you love me." Harry began losing his hearing when he was 13, now he's 22, and wears hearing aids, but prefers to talk through sign language if possible. He likes to hold on to visuals, since he struggles holding on to sounds. Louis is 24, and he is the voice that Harry hopes to hold on to the most. This is their story. This is Signs Of Light. Bold text is sign language 🤟🏻 Trigger warnings at beginning of chapters completely fictional, and i own none of the characters or photos 🖤 Highest rankings: 🥇No. 1 in #larryfics No. 1 in #toplinson

He wants to shout it from the rooftops. He can't, and that hurts. "Love isn't about finding the perfect person. Because, if you are measuring perfection based on society's standards, nobody is ever perfect, even though everyone spends their lives striving to reach a level of acceptance that is physically impossible, and destroy themselves from the inside doing so. No, love isn't about finding that person who is void of flaws, or who is, in a social sense, perfect. Love, in its entirety, is about finding someone who is overwhelmingly imperfect, but willing to grow and learn with you, and it's about finding that person perfect- complete with all of their flaws and imperfections. It's not about changing someone, or "perfecting" them; it's just seeing the person, whom you wish to spend your life with, and who would break the universe to see you smile, it's about seeing them, an imperfect human being, perfectly. Harry, in my very broken and flawed mind, is... perfect. He is all that is perfect and all that is sweet and kind and funny just plain weird, but I love him with all of the love my heart could ever wish to possess. I love him with a passion that could silence the world, a passion only seen in storybooks and movies. A raging, fiery, bittersweet, all-consuming passion called love." TW: Self-harm/mentions of rape

COMPLETED "'Now, unfortunately, I have to go. I already spent too much time waiting for you' 'Wait... You were waiting for me?' his eyes were sparkling. Harry giggled at the sight. 'Of course. It's like a habit now' and with that, Harry slowly backed away, with a huge smile on his face. Louis felt his tummy do a flip. He didn't want to break this habit." What if two attractive strangers bump into eachother every single day? Will they become more than strangers? Larry Stylinson fanfiction. ~ sorry if there are a couple of grammatical mistakes, English is only my second language ~

Harry and Louis were the happiest couple, they had everything they could ask for, yes, they were closeted by their management but that didn't matter since they had each other....or so they thought. Louis broke up with Harry and left both of them in a very dark place. Both of them were half a heart without each other. This is a story of how they found each other again and finally felt at home. Or basically the Larry story that I interpreted thought their songs. I suck at descriptions, read it, it's good I swear :) Warnings: Self-harm, drugs and sexual content.

"No, no. No talking little bug, this is the part where you listen" he cuts me off before I can finish. I'm disappointed in myself for complying to his orders. I told myself when I left him that I wouldn't let him control me like this anymore. But here I am, pinned to the bathroom wall, with his hand securely fastened around my now throbbing erection, feeling my body surrender to Harry's commands. Louis and Harry have a toxic relationship, one that no matter how many times Louis tries to leave, he finds himself back and falling surrender to Harry. It isn't that he doesn't love the dominance that Harry holds when they are together, its the fact that he only feels like he knows half of his life. Harry, always a complex, dark character, holds so many secrets that he doesn't even know how to explain or understand himself. But what he does know, is that his love for Louis is something he can never lose, he knows that the day Louis decides he doesn't want him anymore, there will be no reasons left to live. Just how far will Harry go to protect his secret life, in order to keep his relationship safe, knowing that every secret is slowly tearing them apart.

"Hey," Louis cradled Harry's face. "Why are you crying?" Harry fell into the touch with a slow sigh. "Because I feel like it's the ugly part that nobody should see. You don't see that kinda stuff in romance books or movies, because it's just...ugh, too mundane? We're not like fighting, we're not making it better, we're not even romanticising it, which hello, credit?" Louis chuckled at that. "It's supposed to be a montage," Harry sighed. "Like look it's great until it isn't but even then it's still great and better than anything you have because we've got really hot people to play it out." "You're pretty hot to me," Louis whispered with a definite smirk. "Shut up, I'm an ugly crier," Harry sniffled. Small smile tugging at his lips. /// This part of the story is Harry-centred. More of his story and struggles. The timeline is intertwined with Dirty Talk, so read it first!

Thankyou for being there for me every day when I wake up, thankyou for being the light in the darkness and my guide during the day, thankyou for being the most perfect person that you are. Just thankyou. You are my best friend, my light, the color in my life. You are my comfort person and the only one I want to be held by when I'm sad. I'm so happy to call you mine and I hope I'll be yours until the very day I die. I love you till the moon and back, and maybe even more." With blue eyes brimmed with tears he looked into the green ones of Harry. A story about Harry and Louis, ObViOuSlY :) Trigger warning (always mentioned at the beginning of the chapter): self-harm

Louis loves to tease Harry and make him feel uncomfortable. But what if they somehow develop feelings for each other, but there is a problem - they have to keep their relationship a secret, because... --- "You like playing with me, don't you?" He puts his hands on my knees and gives me a little squeeze. That sends electricity through my whole body and I can't move, can't talk, can't breathe. I am totally under his influence. "But this time, I own the rules," his smirk is even wider and he doesn't wait any second and leans in. He presses his soft pink lips on mine. I am taken away by his action that I don't know what to do, but my lips certainly do. They start moving in sync with Louis'.

"Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: "Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?" Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall's just purchased a person. For Harry. Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. "No, what the fuck, Harry." "A prostitute then?" Harry also doesn't want a prostitute. "Of course not!" "A stripper?" "No!" Damn, he's running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall's head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. "Stop!" "What did you get me, then?!" Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he's pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing. There's still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, "I got you a professional cuddler." A professional...what. "What?" ﹏