Loving Harry was as easy as breathing. Until Harry's lungs slowly started to fail. Trigger Warnings: -Major illnesses/disorders and other unpleasant medical things, unidentified disease, sadness, and so on. - Unhappy ending (Please don't even start reading it if you don't like sad books or sad endings, I promise you it's not a happy story and I don't want to upset anyone).

Louis, an upper year Residence Advisor and sexy loudmouth aspiring journalist, pulls along quirky and anxious first year student Harry, determined to help him get the most out of college. The younger boy quickly learns that college isn't just about bad roommates and boring professors, but a place for getting hopelessly lost trying to take a shortcut in the dead of night, getting pulled up onstage in a coffeehouse, getting a bit tipsy and making bad decisions, and maybe even falling for someone entirely off limits. **Trigger Warning: Anxiety/Panic Attacks** *I really appreciate all the lovely messages, but I am not currently looking to translate any of my stories*

Harry has two problems. He’s recovering from an eating disorder. And he’s been hopelessly in love with Louis since the day they met. Harry’s strategy for getting over Louis was to spend as little time with him as possible. But Louis strategy for helping Harry recovery was to spend as much time with him as possible. **Trigger Warning: Eating Disorder** [cover photo is a manip by http://babyoflouis.tumblr.com/ check out their tumblr page, it's awesome :)]