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Bullied By Harry Styles **On hold**

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Time 2h 26m

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"Soo, that's supposed to mean that you do love me?" I bit my lip as Harry stepped closer to me in the alley hidden behind the school. 

My warm back pressed up against the cold stone of the building, and Harry chuckled. The laugh that sent chills running down my spine. 

His hazel eyes drew me in as he stared deep into me. He played with the golden rings that wrapped around his fingers. A sly smiled played apon his lips that told every story of love that I was locked into. I couldn't find my way out. 

"I never said that, Lou."All Rights Reserved

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They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy's face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips. "Hi," he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. "Sorry. Is this okay?" The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis' waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, "Definitely." And then he kissed harder. (When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.) INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

Trust me.. by bekahboo_

"Okay you wanna talk? Let's talk." I spun around, "You can be a complete ass you know that right?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall beside him, "I've been told a few times." I scoffed, "Cocky too." He smirked. "You love it." I rolled my eyes and walked towards the door. "Ariel," I stopped and turned around, "Don't be act like a bitch." "You see if I was going to be act like a bitch, then I would without your permission." He collided his lips with mine.

17BLACK // Larry Stylinson by bottomhoe

"Get lost, pig. I have you know, I'm an aspiring model and I have no time for frat boys like you." "I-I'm not a frat. I'm H-Harry by t-the way." Louis only looked at him with an unamused face, raising his hand to his lips, taking a drag from his cigar. Harry was silent for a while before an idea popped in his head. "My- my band." The curly haired boy said. "My band is looking for a model." "Oh yeah? You can sing?" Louis said, blowing out the smoke from his cigar. "Y-Yeah." "Sing me a song then." Harry's eyes widened. "U-uhm, I dont have-" "C'mon. Sing." Louis pushed on. Harry gulped, nodding. "Funny how it seems like yesterday. As I recall you were looking out of place. Gathered up your things and slipped away. No time at all I followed you into the hall. Cigarette daydreams. You were only seventeen. Soft speak with a mean streak. Nearly brought me to my knees." Harry sang, trying to hit the right notes in the right places. He thought he did alright. Louis smirked, biting the end of his cigar to hold it between his teeth as he neared to a nervous Harry. "Who's your manager?" "The b-blonde boy with t-the bike." Harry pointed behind him. Harry lied but he hoped Louis didn't notice that. Louis turned his attention to the boy waving at him from across the street. He nodded, looking back to Harry. "Here's my number." Louis picked out a pen from the pocket of his jean jacket and grabbed Harry's hand, starting to write his digits on Harry's palm. "Call me." He walked back to his house, winking at Harry. Harry grinned at him, blushing and turned around to his blonde, irish friend, running to him saying, "We need to make a band." ________________________________________ Inspired by the movie, Sing Street.

Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson) by 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."

In Front of Them (L.S.) by 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."

Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction- by stripperlouisx

"What's your name, love?" The unknown man breathed huskily into my ear. My eyes widened as his lips attached to my neck. I gasped at the feeling. He sucked lightly at the skin under his soft lips. I was frozen to the spot in the empty hallway. The small chattering from the kitchen could still be heard as the pain intensified on my neck. "So, what's your name again?" He asked, his lips brushing against my neck, which made me shiver. "U-uh, M-Marcel." I stuttered nervously. Hit bit down harshly on my neck and I winced in pain. I wanted to push him away but I just couldn't bring myself to move at all. "When your mum introduced me I never got your name. You look adorable with those glasses and that vest." He whispered and placed a light kiss on the bruised area. I closed my eyes briefly but opened then back up to get a glance at him. His piercing blue eyes stared back at me. His hair was up and slightly shifted to the side and he was fit. But why was he doing this to a nerd like me? Doesn't he see how ugly I am? He cupped my cheek with one hand and the other on the back of my thigh. "Don't think differently about yourself, babe." He walked away right after he ran his fingertips over my crotch lightly. "I'll be seeing you again." He stated, before walking away from me.

I don't want to wake up to an empty bed by peoplegenuinelythink

(Completed) ''You've got a big mouth on you, princess. Why don't you put it to good use? Tomorrow night at my place?'' Harry gaped at Louis and clenched his fists. ''I'd rather not have you fuck me and then dump me like a cheap whore, thank you very much.'' He spat before walking away again. ''Princess?'' Louis called after the boy. ''What!'' Harry snapped. ''You forgot to close your locker.'' Harry rushed back with red cheeks and his bottom lip between his teeth as Louis leaned against the locker next to his and stared at his bottom half without any shame. ''How rude.'' He whispered under his breath before he scoffed and quickly scurried away. Louis' smirk fell and he growled. He will fuck Harry. And when he does, he'll show him who's boss and who's not. Or in which Louis is a player and Harry is a feminine boy's still a virgin and Louis will so anything to take that from him.

It hit me like a lightning bolt by BandanaBanana28

"Want to go back inside?" Louis asks him. No, Harry doesn't. He wants Louis to take his hand and pull him out of here. Maybe to his used, run-down car, where they would get inside and start driving to some unknown destination. Go nowhere and at the same time everywhere, with the windows rolled down and music drifting through the air, getting entangled in their wind-ruffled hair. And then they would kiss and it would feel like freedom and childhood and growing up and shared memories and everything that is sweet in the world. Or Louis would stop the car, hold out his hand with a smile, and ask, "Hey, Hazza. Wanna dance with me?" In his imagination, Harry takes his hand, palm against palm, fingers slotting into place like puzzle pieces. The thought of dancing with Louis sends an ache through his chest. But instead, he just gives Louis, his Lou, a small smile and says, "Yeah, sure. Or the one in which Harry realises he is in love with his best friend which might just destroy (and possibly save) everything.

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Sedate The Mental //Larry Stylinson// by _strawberrytae

I crouch down and my lip curls back. A snarl escapes my mouth. It sounds....threatening. I like it. I prounce of the floor and jump from wall to wall, towards the door. I need to get out of this basement and hurt someone. No, hunt someone. And that someone, is Louis Tomlinson. Because of him, I had my life taken away. So now he has to pay. I smirk. That little ******* is gonna have a sweet surprise ahead of him.

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