Eager to reach his families expectations, Louis lives a life of secrecy and denial. In one of the most respected households in Doncaster, there's no room for mistake. But when Louis meets Harry styles in his first year of boarding school, it seems all the more difficult to keep himself In check.
Harry doesn't have much luck when it comes to foster families. With his mother stuck in a hospital and constantly being moved between families and his social worker, the life of the quiet and reserved Harry is not what any kid would want. Maybe this current family is what Harry has been waiting for.
Harry Styles; CEO of 'Pleasing', single dad to two children, prioritizes his job over anything else. Edora Winters; fresh out of college, a nursery practitioner living in the heart of Los Angeles, prioritizes her job over anything else. What happens when Edora, a woman who spends her time protecting children, comes...
"Dirtbag!" Jade sneers as she "accidentally" bumps Louis into the locker. Louis grunts, his books falling to the floor. He looks in the direction where Jade had walked away to see Harry Styles looking at him, eyes full of guilt as Jade grabs his elbow and drags him away. His heart flutters at the way Harry looked at h...
Out of all four of the Styles children, Harry has always been the most adored. He is the handsome, intelligent, and oh so charming golden child of the family, the perfect son who will soon be married to the perfect woman, a beauty queen named Victoria Astaire. Despite how loved he is among all who reside in the afflue...
[Complete] "I don't photograph men.. that's just weird." Famous photographer Louis Tomlinson only photographs women, but when a beautiful model named Harry comes into his office.. He starts to question everything.
This is NOT my work. This story belongs to purpledaisy on Archive Of Our Own. If you would rather read it on ao3, here is the link: archiveofourown.org/works/12329163/chapters/28033731 ~ Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. "I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully...
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cov...
What do you get when you mix a socially awkward teenage mess with a boy who is, in essence, the personification of perfection? Well. ~ larry stylinson, high school au ~ Copyright © 2014 by something1d, all rights reserved. (Book 2: "someone to admire")
**mature** "We accept the love we think we deserve." ― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower "I would do anything for you, you know that right?" I ask her. "Harry, we can't." She pushes back slightly, as I lean down to place a kiss on her neck. "Hunter." "Does Hunter touch you like I do? Does he make you f...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a...
'The arena was huge. I mean, I knew this girl was famous, but this is as big as the stadiums I would play in during my One Direction days, and those were fucking enormous. I look out the window of the tented black vehicle I was in and see the hundreds of thousands of fans waiting outside, all dressed in skirts or dre...
A shy boy who sees beauty in everything he lays eyes on, and a confident girl who doesn't believe in love, finding common ground in the world of art. tw.
Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature...