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Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction-

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Reads 368,306
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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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Freedom by itstilliswhatitis

Harry Styles had it all. He was a record-selling artist who played on all the big arenas around the world. His shows were always sold out and he had the best fanbase. The only thing he didn't have was the one thing he wanted the most: freedom. He had been discovered at age 16 and he had been too naive. He and his mom had signed a ten-year-long contract and they didn't understand then that they signed away his freedom. His management controlled almost everything. They refused to let him come out as gay. Instead, they made him look like a womanizer, forcing him to go on date after date with beautiful high profile women. Harry was so tired of it. He somehow managed to convince his manager to give him three months off. He immediately packed his clothes and headed to his farmhouse in the north of England for some alone time. To his surprise the old couple that was his only neighbors had their grandson helping them out. A gorgeous blue-eyed man named Louis... Purely fictional. Smutwarning!

✔️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.

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."

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?"

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."

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

Try Hard { Larry/Larcel FanFiction } *EDITING IN PROCESS* by ShippingxLarry

Marcel Styles, the guy who gets bullied and beaten and ignored by everyone, falls in love with a guy named Louis Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson on the other hand have a very hard past, a past with someone called Harry, who went missing at the day after he tried to commit suicide, what if one day, Marcel suddenly thought of an “ amazing” plan to get Louis to like him, by pretending to be Harry, what if Louis finds out what Marcel had done, and gets angry, Marcel only had one thing left to do, and that is to confess everything to Louis, the truth this time, but he never thought that he would confess something more than the truth, something he didn’t know himself. --My copyright, anyone caught stealing anything from this book, will be reported and banned from wattpad, please do not steal it, if you want to share it and needed any copyright permission, feel free to message me about it, and i will gladly grant you permission – *editing in process*

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

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~

The Foreign Exchange Student! (L.S.) by _Summi_

"You're not all that you show yourself to be, there's alot more of you isn't there? Alot more that is alot more darker than this happy carefree part of you?" ~~~ "The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you." - Markus Zusak, The Book Thief ~~~ What happens when Louis a foreign exchange student from France is brought into the family of Styles/Twist and meets the four breathtakingly gorgeous sons of Anne? ~~~ A Larry AU with Louis as the 17 year old foreign exchange student, Harry as the 21 year old slightly Arrogant son of Anne with a 18 year old punk Edward, a 16 year old nerdy Marcel and a 16 year old flower-child Robin as brothers. ~~~ "I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn't something about you at all. It was just you." - Jamie McGuire

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Freedom

Harry Styles had it all. He was a record-selling artist who played on all the big arenas around the world. His shows were always sold out and he had the best fanbase. The only thing he didn't have was the one thing he wanted the most: freedom. He had been discovered at age 16 and he had been too naive. He and his mom had signed a ten-year-long contract and they didn't understand then that they signed away his freedom. His management controlled almost everything. They refused to let him come out as gay. Instead, they made him look like a womanizer, forcing him to go on date after date with beautiful high profile women. Harry was so tired of it. He somehow managed to convince his manager to give him three months off. He immediately packed his clothes and headed to his farmhouse in the north of England for some alone time. To his surprise the old couple that was his only neighbors had their grandson helping them out. A gorgeous blue-eyed man named Louis... Purely fictional. Smutwarning!