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Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction-

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Reads 368,043
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Parts 35
Time 3h 20m

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"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.All Rights Reserved

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Lost by arcticxash

When I wake up I feel cold and my whole body is in searing agony. On one side of my head my curls are wet and matted down, and I can only assume the wet substance is blood. I realize that my hands are tied behind my back, I'm gagged..and in nothing but my underwear. I open my eyes to find myself in a large basement with only one light. I have no idea where I am or who took me here..I'm lost..and I pray to god that someone, somehow...will find me. Larry Stylinson Fanfic: A/U An eighteen year old Harry Styles gets taken one cold winter night by a man in a black van. When he wakes up, he finds himself alone, tied up in a cold, dark basement. Will anyone ever find him? If so who? And more importantly, what will happen in the aftermath?

One new message from Harry! [Larry Stylinson] by LouisSavedMe_x

"And he has curly hair." Louis says dreamily, his head resting on his hand. "The brightest green eyes and the cutest dimples. God I just love talking to Harry. He gets me. Same sense of humour, can handle my sarcasm and he is so sweet." "You're so gone for that boy." Eleanor shakes her head fondly when she looks at her best friend. She has never seen those heart eyes on Louis before. "Why don't you meet up? The two of you have been texting now for a few weeks and you seem to click. You said he lives in London too, right? Just go for it, Lou. You deserve a nice boyfriend. Your smile hasn't been wiped off your face since you started texting. What's the problem? He has asked you to meet a few times already, no?" "I can't." Louis' smile immediately vanishes like snow in the burning sun. "Why not? Come on, you are not the nervous type, Tommo. Just go for it. If it doesn't work romantically at least you had some fun, no?" Eleanor nudges her friend with her elbow and takes place next to him on the couch. "Promise me you don't get angry, El?" Louis bites his lip nervously. "What? No, I could never be angry with you. What's wrong, Louis? Come on you can tell me!" "He thinks I'm you..." When Louis' best friend Eleanor hasn't dated in a while, he decides to take the matter in own hands and create a profile for her on an online dating app. But what happens when a guy with brown curly hair and the brightest green eyes starts texting? Maybe Louis' decision to play Eleanor is not the best one he has ever made, for sure not when he develops serious feelings for the boy who is supposed to text his best friend.

Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes by starryhaze28

"So we probably shouldn't do this." Louis says, and Harry knows he means staying like this, wrapped up in each other, and he nods, then lifts his head from Louis' shoulder. His eyes are focused on the ground while he tries to will the tears away. "We shouldn't. I'm sorry Lou it's just-" "Hey it's fine, baby." Louis promises, gently rubbing this thumb over Harry's cheek. Harry leans into the touch and blinks up at Louis. "Not your fault." Louis says, looking around before he presses his lips against Harry's in a short but sweet kiss. "You're like my dirty little secret now." He grins wickedly and gives a wink, making Harry blush and bite his lip as he steps away. ⋆ .ೃ ࿔ *: ･ or a 70s tennis au filled with skirts, pet names and intrigue

Not Again? || l.s by AditiStylinson

• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit

Way Back Home (Larry Stylinson) by 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?"

Starry Starry Night by PixieMoon28

"Say something Lou... please. Say something..." "Football and Gay don't go together, Harry. Why can't you understand that I can't give you what you want from me? I... I don't even feel..." he paused. For a fleeting second, I was hopeful. I waited for him to finish the sentence. "I don't feel the same about you, Harry". Louis finally said, his tone mundane. He had his back turned to me so I couldn't read his face when he said this. I wanted to look into his blue eyes when he said this. He's lying. He had to be lying. "Lou please... Look at me, Lou...", I was practically begging him. I felt my chest constrict. I couldn't breathe again. I tried to take deep breaths in, but I couldn't feel air filling up my lungs. "Lou you promised you won't leave... You promised you would always be there for me". Tears were pouring out of my eyes uncontrollably and it blurred my vision. I tried to wipe them off with the back of my hand. I was a mess. When my vision cleared, I could see him starting to walk away. "Don't go Louis. You don't have to love me back, Lou. Just please don't leave. Let's be friends?" A weird prickling feeling was spreading through my body, flowing through my veins. It was numbing my hands, feet, my entire body. I was now on my knees. He was leaving me. My Louis was leaving me. "It hurts Lou. I would rather die than feel this way". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harry Styles is spellbound by the blue-eyed football star of Crestwood Academy, Louis Tomlinson. He is happy to finally have found something more entrancing than music and art. Louis Tomlinson finds Harry, the new student, quite intriguing. He's utterly confused with feelings he is sure he has never felt before. The two boys soon become best friends but will they fall truly, madly, deeply in love?

Figure it out by itstilliswhatitis

You can do this! You are Louis Fucking Tomlinson for fuck sake. Louis eyes were closed. He was trying to concentrate on the task before him. Task? Sex! Sex with his awsome girlfriend! "Ehm, Louis? So, not Only did "Mr Tomlinson" fail him once again, his girlfriend (well now ex-girlfriend, thank you very much) also accused him for being In love with his badmate and best friend Harry Styles! She was clearly delusional rambling about staring and hugging and what not. Worst of all, she broke up with him, telling him to "figure it out". What the hell? Louis isnt Gay! Or is he? English isnt my first language so I'm sorry if there are any miss-spellings. :) This is pure fiction.

Into Your Arms by Izii4life

"I'm sorry." I managed to croak. I reached out to touch his hand but he retracted it quickly and harshly. "What the fuck are you thinking? You love me, Penny." He yelled, looking at me sternly as I felt them again. Tears prickled at my eyes, I felt it again. All the pain was rushing back and it was because I realized in that moment that I was hurting the one I loved most. Harry. I loved Harry. But what was I supposed to do? Tell him now, when he was so mad at me. He leaned down to me and kissed me, but I couldn't react. I didn't, I didn't move, I didn't reach up to wrap my arms around him and my lips didn't feel. "Fucking react!" He yelled as he pulled away, making me cover my eyes with my forearm and roll over and cry. "I'm done Penny, either you love me or you don't. It's me or Louis. Make up you're mind." He told me before getting up and I saw Louis had left. He probably couldn't stand me or Harry. I couldn't stand myself. I was pathetic, weeping as I felt myself mutter. "I do love you."

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~

COLD (2014) | Harry Styles {One Direction Fan fiction} |COMPLETED by mysummerstoryyy

I crossed my arms over my chest and watched Harry's eyes dart right onto my breast. I realised my arms had pushed my boobs up higher revealing cleavage."I'm up here." I scolded at him. He looked back at me with a smirk, "Oh, sorry Ally, I got a bit distracted." I gave him a confused look. How did he know my name? He motioned his head towards my chest. I looked down at my black shirt and realised he read my name tag pinned to the right of my shirt. "Oh..." I mumbled. When two different worlds collide they say nothing good ever comes out of it. Harry Styles, sexy, flirty and famous. Alexandra Waldorf, beautiful, smart and elegant. Secretes behold both of them. Will it change their relationship as they become closer? Or will it shatter hearts and tear relationships as secretes are revealed. This is a love story between two different people, possibly brought together by fate. It's a fun, heart-filled roller coaster ride that promises surprises and smiles along

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Lost

When I wake up I feel cold and my whole body is in searing agony. On one side of my head my curls are wet and matted down, and I can only assume the wet substance is blood. I realize that my hands are tied behind my back, I'm gagged..and in nothing but my underwear. I open my eyes to find myself in a large basement with only one light. I have no idea where I am or who took me here..I'm lost..and I pray to god that someone, somehow...will find me. Larry Stylinson Fanfic: A/U An eighteen year old Harry Styles gets taken one cold winter night by a man in a black van. When he wakes up, he finds himself alone, tied up in a cold, dark basement. Will anyone ever find him? If so who? And more importantly, what will happen in the aftermath?