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My Life As Felicite Tomlinson -OneDirection-

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Parts 10
Time 1h 6m

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"Fizzy! Phone!" I can hear mum scream from downstairs.

Who could be calling me?

I happily skipped down the steps and picked.

"Hellooooo???" I said smiling into the phone.

"Is this Felicite Tomlinson??" A very deep voice said.

"This is her." i replied playing with the phone cord.

"Fizzy!" A familiar voice said.

"Louis??" i asked confused.

"Yeah. Fizzy listen. The management wants YOU to get more attention so what do you say about YOU touring with us???" Louis asked and with that i was completely shocked. I was frozen in my place.

"Fizzy???" Lou is calling you Fiz' answer!

"Yes!" i shouted into the phone. Probably causing his eardrums to pop.

This could be my big break!!!!

Welcome to my new life as Felicite Tomlinson!All Rights Reserved

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✔️STRONG [L.S] by rikirriki

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

Past lives by itstilliswhatitis

Louis hated Harry. He was walking around like he was superior, thinking he was so hot and sexy. Well, Louis could see right through it. They had been in a band together for almost two years and Louis avoided him at any cost. What he couldn't avoid on the other hand was how fucking clumsy Harry was. One night Harry tripped on stage and pushed Louis over the edge. While he was unconscious a woman appeared and told him that he had an old soul and that he had lived many lives. She said that she wanted to show him some of those lives to make him realize something. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, being unconscious and all that so he agreed. So he went on some freaky journey in his mind and he couldn't even get away from Harry when he was passed out because every life he had lived included one certain green-eyed boy by his side... Purely fictional. Trigger warning: death

He Drive's Me Crazy by marisao_o

"Skinny dipping, are we?" I freeze in panic as a voice floats towards me. A male voice. I whip around in panic and sink further into the water. "Mind if I join you?" My breath hitches as he asks the question, already stripping of his clothes. Dropping his shirt next to my pile of clothes, his outline continues. "I...I-I do mind, actually." I finally say, turning away from him, focusing my gaze on the opposite shore. I try to steady my breathing into a constant pattern, rather than the short unnerving gasps I was previously using. "Too late..." the beautiful male voice whispers in my ear, directly behind me. All Elle has ever wanted is to meet One Direction. Specifically Louis Tomlinson. So what happens when Elle meets him? Will she be disappointed with the crazy boy she always idolized? Or will she find herself on a crazy adventure in the name of love? Then something happens and her entire world falls apart- can Elle start over without losing herself in the process?

On Tour (H.S) by _thank_youniall

"I'm Harry." he partially yelled, engulfing his hand in mine to give it a firm shake. "I'm Jules." I replied, our hands separating. His eyes burnt into mine while the blue lighting casted a shadow over his face, causing his cheek bones and jawline to look sharper than a kife. There was something in his eyes. I couldn't describe it. "Uh I have to get back to my girlfriend, she's waiting for me." He exclaimed taking his sunglasses off his head to run his ringed fingers through his hair. "Oh yeah I need to get back to my friend, it was nice to meet you." I smiled, walking toward the restroom before he could say anything else. I'm not sure who I just spoke to and why he looked so familiar, but I had to get back to the bar. ------------------------- Set in 2017, Harry Styles has released HS1 and is about to go on his debut tour but is in need of an assistant. Jules Jones who just got laid off her corporate job is convinced by her mother to apply for the assistant role for a mysterious pop star so she can get her life back on track. Jules being a somewhat broken character and Harry living in the spotlight shouldn't call for a messy relationship right? Right?? Jules is still navigating life since loosing the biggest piece of her but how will things go when the former One Direction members debut is bigger than he ever anticipated?

My Shoes (Harry Styles Fan- Fic) [Completed] by BeklesF

"So, Wednesday, it says here that you've been singing for a long time. I find it hard to believe that you've only just been discovered; your thoughts on that?" The blonde interviewer asked me, dipping the microphone towards me. "I've been singing for years. My brother and I were forced into going to lessons together when our parents discovered that we could hold a tune, so I thank them a lot for my success, but it doesn't bother me that I've only recently been discovered. Of course, it's a dream come true, but if this time hadn't worked, then I would have picked myself up and started climbing again." I answered truthfully. "Those are some very inspiring words, Miss Styles." The blonde smiled then looked down at her papers. "And speaking of your last name, it must help having the same name as the famous boy band member, Harry Styles, almost a blessing." She laughed, microphone returning in front of me. My jaw tightened momentarily. I chuckled humourlessly. "I wouldn't say that; more of a curse." I said in a bored fashion, not really interested in talking about the famous boy. She cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me, smile slipping of her face. "A curse..? Why would that be?" She asked, pushing the microphone closer to me further than she had before. I sighed, realising I had just bad mouthed a celebrity. Figuring that now was as good as a time as any. "....Because he's my brother."

Survive [Larry Stylinson] by zeldadirection

"Louis. You're my guardian angel. You saved my life." I say shakily. My voice is unstable and I can't even recognize it anymore. I squeeze his soft warm hand. His eyes scan every inch of my face before gently pushing my curls back. He shakes his head blankly. Unable to pull his stare away from my lips. "No Harry." He says. "You saved mine." ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° After the sudden death of Harrys sister, Gemma, he finds himself on the top of a building in New York. Him, his mom and his horrible stepdad had lived there for the past year. The torture of his depression and recent loss caused Harry to run away from home. His plan was to commit suicide, but as he was standing on the edge of the rooftop a blue eyed guy rescued him. Louis Tomlinson. Harry then refused to return home so Louis offered him shelter. Let's just say that it sure doesn't take long for Harry to fall in love with this stranger that he's now sharing an apartment with. How would Harry have known that this boy would not only save his life, but change it forever? ~All you need to do is survive~

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."

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

Change My Mind (Harry Styles Fanfiction) by vibrantlouis

I finally focus enough to see who it is. Jarred? I start panting worriedly. I try to get away from Jarred, scurrying across the hardwood floor, trying to make as much noise as I can to wake up Harry. I'm not loud enough. I manage to stand up, still not able to get anything to come out of my mouth. I trip over my foot clumsily and fall on my face loudly. 'C'mon Harry wake up, please,' I think to myself. I look up at Jarred and I see a fist coming toward my face. It hits me, shattering every part of the left side of my jaw. I'm starting to bleed rapidly. Just another love story... But do normal love stories involve a psycho ex-boyfriend who will do anything to get his 'love' back? Does a normal love story involve a forgetful past that leads unforgivable mistakes? How did I get wrapped up in this mess. Because I'm Ari Sage and I'm a magnet for disaster. Why? That's just one problem I'm trying to solve. In the end, where does the deadly situation lead to?

That Day (One Direction story) Finished (in editing) by stay_strong_move_on4

"Hello?" i answered my phone "HARRY PASS THE BONG, COME BACK TO BED HARRY, OHH HARRY YES HARRY!!" was all i heard "oh my god helllo?" said a familuar husky voice "oh hey harry" i said, my stomache went all mushy and i couldnt stop smiling "hang on babe i gotta get away hang on" he said it sound like he was running "HARREY HARRRREEEYYYYYYY GIVE ME SOME OF YOUR GRAVEY!!" i heard louis say. "GO AWAY OR I'LL TELL LARA YOU LLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE HER!!!" harry fought back. louis went quiet and i couldnt help the giggles that excaped my lips. "Ha! im back" he said i could hear the smile in his voice "hi" i breath "hi" he says in the same tone. i pick up a book and start reading while i talk to him. "what book are you reading?" he asks "hunger- wait how do u know im readin?" i say stunned "i can see you" he says laughing "HARRY YOU PERVERT!" i yell at him " i could be naked!" i continue "thats what im hoping for" he replies "HARRY!" i yell at him again "please come out side" he beggs. i hang up on him and close my curtains and get changed. as i walk out the front i see himstanding there in a white shirt and jeans. he opens his arms for a hug and i hug him back.

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Past lives cover

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On Tour (H.S) cover

My Shoes (Harry Styles Fan- Fic) [Completed] cover

Survive [Larry Stylinson] cover

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Songs For How You Taste | l.s. cover

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That Day (One Direction story) Finished (in editing) cover

✔️STRONG [L.S]

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.