Dark. (Larry Stylinson)

Harry Styles is dangerous, or so people say.

not even the gods above (can separate the two of us) *larry one shot*

“Mhm. Soulmates, the two of them.” Harry lays back on the grass, shielding the sun from his eyes with his arm. The last thing Louis needed was the sun shining down on Harry, not that he was staring or anything. “Do you have a soulmate?” He asks, curious to how matchmaking worked. It must be nice, watching people aro...