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A Boat on the Ocean

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Parts 22
Time 2h 51m

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"What about you Louis?" Harry asks Louis. He's just finished telling him about the new piano he'll be getting soon.

"I don't like to talk about myself." Louis states bluntly. 

"Why not?" Harry questions. Louis turns his head to look at Harry. He examines him carefully, studying his jaw and cheekbones, his lips, his nose. He looks at his chin and his eyes and his ears. Every feature on his face, Louis just seems to soak up.

"Too many people don't care enough. They simply ask me what I'm like out of politeness instead of curiosity." Louis speaks carefully. It's almost as if he says one wrong word he will be scolded or taken away.

"I care." Harry says.

"I know you do Harry." And with that last sentence being said, Louis gets up and disappears into the night.All Rights Reserved

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Songs For How You Taste | l.s. by beaniebopbaby

Ever since Harry stumbled into Rough Patch, Louis couldn't get him out of his head, whether it's teasing him about his music taste, or trying to see the blush that creeps over his face, or making the dimple in his cheek make an appearance. * "I work at a record store, love. Music is literally my job, I have taste." "I dj and host at a radio station, love." Harry retorted, mocking Louis' accent as best he could. But he didn't do a very good job of it. "Music is literally my job." "That's a good thing then, you've got a face for radio." Louis' voice was dripping in sarcasm, a smirk plastered on the shorter boy's face. Harry's eyebrows knit together, glaring down at the boy. "Are you calling me ugly?" Harry rolled his eyes and started to walk out of the store. "Wait," Louis called. Harry stopped on his heels, expecting an apology. "What radio station do you work for?" He asked instead. "What's it matter, since I've got no taste?" * Or the one where Harry works at a radio station and Louis works at a record store so they bicker over music. It's teasing and it's cute. * The playlist for this fic is in my bio * #16 in larrystylinson

Wish I Was Home by sweetbabylove1991

"I can't keep doing this," he said as he stopped and glanced back at me. "You can't keep running either," I said loudly. That made him turn and face me fully. "Me? I'm the one always running? What about you? You've ran how many times in the past? You've let everyone else control our relationship. Everyone but me!" "You told me to leave you alone," I yelled. "You said you didn't want any of this anymore. You left the fucking country! You went and never even considered what that would do to me!" "I lied too Louis! You hurt me and I wanted to hurt you back!" he yelled. "Maybe a friendship is out of the question. Our relationship is beyond repair. All we do is lie to each other." He turned to walk out again and he opened the door. I rushed to him and reached for his arm. "Harry don't go please." I had never stopped him from leaving before. This time my heart wouldn't let me let him go. "You said you cared and you missed me too." I spoke in a low voice and used his own words against him. A low thing to do but I needed him to understand how much I was hurting. Note: this is a story of pure fiction. If Harry and Louis are not be together in real life then, we as a fandom, have created a beautiful and tragic love story! I hope you enjoy my work. I put my heart in it. If you're not a Larry shipper don't read this. If you are then I hope you enjoy!!!

I'm with you by Darling28__

Louis is homeless and the only thing he has left is his loyal dog Clifford, who makes life on the streets a little easier for him. Harry, on the other hand, is a lawyer who is struggling with his own problems. When one evening Louis stands in front of Harry with Cliff in his arms and begs for help, two worlds suddenly collide. ⋯𖥸⋯ "Insolent scum. The dog is cute, but I can't say the same about you," he hears the man murmur, who is already walking away. Louis huffs annoyed and he ignores how his words bring back memories in him, but instead of continuing to care about the arrogant man, he prefers to cuddle the dog, his loyal soul who doesn't care how they live and shows him every day what is important. Love and loyalty. And if Louis doesn't find it in a human, then in his wooly companion on four paws.

I'm sorry, A larry stylinson story by larry_shipper25

I woke up somewhere, I think it's a hospital. Everything hurts and there are 4 boys in my room, but I dind't recognize them. Louis are you okay? asked the blonde one. How do you feel? asked the one with black hair. Ehmm sorry, but who are you guys and who is Louis? don't you remember us? we're you're band mates said the boy with the curly hair. Oh am I in a band that's cool, but I still have to find out what happend and why I am here, I thought by myself they looked like they were going to burst into tears and at that moment the doctor came in. Louis do you know where you are? he asked. ehm I think I am in a hospital, but why is every one calling me Louis? okay this is not good, said the doctor. Louis do you know which year it is? ehmmm I think it is 2010 No Louis, it's 2014, he said. it was silence for a few minutes but than the doctor spoke again: Boys, I think Louis has amnesia.... this is an official @larry_shipper25 story, so copy this and you have a big problem

Burden // LS STORY by louissfallenangel

"Louis William Tomlinson, how many times have we had this conversation? When are you going to grow up and realise that the world does not revolve around you? People are getting hurt by your actions, there are consequences Louis for what you are doing. When are you going to realise?" I hear mum screaming at me from across the other side of the kitchen as she reads the letter sent home to her by my teacher. I was in another fight, and apparently flunking another class, didn't know about that one, but apparently, turning up to mathematics is a requirement. It isn't just enough to pass the quizzes, they want you to attend as well, it's a joke. I stare at her confused. "What are you saying?" "Campbell College said they would be delighted to have you Louis" she sighed. My blood boiled. "What the fuck? Boarding School!" I shout.

$From LA to UK {Larry Stylinson book 1} by LouisSavedMe_x$

"Can you for once be honest with yourself, Louis?" Harry pulls his hair. He is so frustrated with the guy he has been living with for the past few weeks. "I am honest with myself! You just think you can turn everyone.... you know the way you are." "Turn everyone what, Louis? Can't you speak the word? Is only saying the word too disgusting for you? Do you mean gay. G-A-Y... GAY." "Stop it!" Louis covers his ears with his hands. He doesn't want to hear it. Harry's words can't be slightly true. Eleanor is proof of that. "You can't keep treating me like shit and kiss me afterwards! You can't say you are straight and keep kissing me! Go on, Louis. Tell me you only like girls and you never enjoyed one kiss we shared. Say it to my face." Louis stays silent, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I hate you, Styles." "Fake news, Tomlinson." Louis Tomlinson is your typical popular high school guy. He has a beautiful long term girlfriend Eleanor and his best friend Zayn he can always count on. Together with Eleanor, Zayn and Zayn's girlfriend Perrie they rule Doncaster high. Louis has it all: A beautiful girlfriend, popularity and a loving family. The only thing that is missing are good grades. That's exactly the reason why Louis participates to this exchange program to LA. Not that he is very excited about it. Harry Styles is an openly gay hipster boy. He has flashy sunglasses, floral shirts and cool bandana's keeping his hair out of his eyes when he paints. Harry loves art and believes that London is one of the most beautiful cities. That's why Harry applied to the London school of arts. Hoping to higher his chances to get in, Harry participates in an exchange program his school is having with another school in the UK. Harry couldn't be more excited to visit the country of his dreams and meeting new people, the social bird Harry is. Little did he know he would end up with a homophobic partner that tries to ruin his time in England.

Foolishly Laying Our Hearts On The Table (Larry Stylinson) by runawaytrainworks

"You think Harry wants that?" "Dunno. Maybe. Wanna make him happy." Harry takes advantage of the red light he's pulled up to turn and look properly at Louis' face. He's not even looking in Harry's direction though, focused instead on something out of his side window, head drooped, mindlessly playing with the string of his hoodie between his fingers, lost in his own world somewhere. For some reason, it makes Harry's spine straighten. "Because he's your best mate?" Harry questions carefully. "He's my boyfriend." He couldn't have heard him right. "What?" Louis releases a deep breath, still not turning around. Harry wonders who he thinks he's talking to right now. "He's so pretty. Want to kiss him all day long. And buy him a big house and give him presents and marry him." Or The one where Harry is in love with his best friend Louis but doesn't think he stands a chance until some wisdom teeth and a rather unusual confession might just change his mind.

[N]ext [D]oor [N]eighbour || L.S || - Short story. by TommoTeaparty

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Starry Starry Night by PixieMoon28

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