WARNING: PHYSICAL ABUSELouis Tomlinson deserves an Oscar. He swears it. He thinks that Harry Styles deserves one too. Being roommates with Harry Styles for four years, watching him fall in love with the worst people and taking hits that he doesn't deserve, and then Louis pretending like he doesn't see it and that it doesn't bother him are grounds for Oscars for the both of them.…
Harry and Louis have been friends since they were young, only living a street apart for years. They played with toy trains and paper airplanes, they walked into their very first and very last day of primary school hand in hand, they asked each other embarrassing questions that left their cheeks tinted pint as they navigated puberty through middle school, they shared their first kiss together because they were too nervous to ask anyone else, they blurred the lines constantly between friendship and something more.…
*WARNING* Drug use and nonconsensual sexWhen Harry gets home, after he's dragged his sore body up the stairs, he lays on the tile floor under the scalding hot water in the shower, fully clothed, until it runs freezing cold over him. He tries to cry, to do something to make his body feel normal, but he can't. It's like his soul was torn from his body and left on that floor. He scratches at his skin and scrubs the parts of his body that aren't covered in clothes trying to clean himself of the night. It doesn't work. When he looks at himself in the mirror, his tongue is still blue from the pills, his skin is red, bruised, and cut from his nails, and there's still bright red lipstick stuck to his skin like a tattoo.…
When Darcy finds a trunk full of old photographs from the 1950s and a journal belonging to someone called H, she seeks help from her grandmother who directs her to H himself. The journal is full of years' worth of entries. A love story between H and L. The only problem is it doesn't add up with the photographs to Darcy. Darcy wants to know his story, not only from the journal but from the cryptic man himself.Or an AU where a girl finds a diary from when H and L were young in the 1950s."My dear. My darling. My golden love."…
"So, you want to be a snobby journalist?" Louis says with a smirk. He lets go of Harry's hand, but Harry finds himself wishing he didn't. It gave him a bit of comfort and took a bit of the anxiety off his chest."No," Harry says quickly. "No, I want to write for a magazine or be a photographer for a magazine... or something. I don't know,""Sounds like you do," Louis says with a smile.Harry shrugs, a little embarrassed. "What about you then?""Journalism," Louis says. "I do want to be a snobby journalist,"Harry laughs loudly and then quickly covers his mouth. Louis smiles and Harry sees the way his eyes crinkle and he really just wants to keep talking to him. But he can't because they've reached the door at the end of the hall, and they have to focus on their internship. His time is theirs for the next eight hours.…
Harry breaks up with Louis and Louis moves away to start fresh. Louis ends up having trouble with things/people. Harry ends up realizing that he never should of broken Louis' heart and trys finding him. There will be some Zerrie in this story but not much so if you don't ship Zerrie don't let that stop you from reading this :) *TRIGGER WARNING* *SMUT* *SWEARING (duh)* *GRAPHIC*…
Harry knows damn well that Lou would ruin himself for him over and over and over again. He knows this because he has done it a million little times before.…
Louis self-sabotages relationships as soon as he feels he's getting too comfortable. He thinks that he doesn't deserve the love that others are offering him because how could he when he can't give them the same love back?…
It's been ten months since One Direction decided to go on hiatus. They said hiatus and Harry meant it, but he knows the rest of the boys meant breaking up. Harry won't let it go, the second the boys say they want it back, Harry will be the first one running to them. He will be the first one running to Louis, just as he always has been.…
DallianceNoun/ˈdalēəns/a brief casual romantic or sexual relationship.I would tell you how they met, how their love story if that's what you chose to call it, but showing you may be easier, it may explain the sides of their story in full.…
He wants to take it back, he wants to make it so this isn't how it has to be. But he can't. He wants to hold the pieces of Harry together until they stay, but he knows that he did this, it's his fault that Harry's broken like this. He felt Harry fall apart in his hand as he forced his signature, he felt him shatter against his chest when he held him in the car on their way back home."I don't want this," Harry says with a wobbly voice when Louis' I'm sorry's have run out."I know, darling,"…
"Flirting again? Are you trying to throw me off, so I'll get eliminated?" Louis says half-joking.Harry's eyes widen. "No, not at all, I don't want you to go, I want just-""All contestants on stage!" The stage manager calls."That'll be us," Louis says, he grabs Harry's wrist before he can walk off. "For what it's worth, I wouldn't mind if you were flirting with me,"…
Billie Eilish Fan Fiction. After nine days of straight press, Billie Eilish Finally gets a break and flies back to her home in Los Angeles, California. However, she only gets 24 hours before she's back on tour. Take a peek into Billie's life; friends, family, music making, Instagram, and burritos. Lots of burritos. Hope you enjoy!Disclaimer: The details in this story are 100% fiction. There is no assigned time period to this story... feel free to use your imagination!…
Harry takes great pride in being everything that his father hates. He loves finding new things that his father despises and when he does, he integrates them into his personality. It's like a fun little game that Harry gets to play. The only thing that Harry didn't plan for, was that he truly does like boys, it isn't an act, and it isn't just because his father hates it because it's hard on him and his public image. Truth be told, it's hard on Harry too. He hates seeing the articles that come out about him and his newest fling. It hurts to read about how he's a playboy and uses all these boys and the few girls around him just because he has the power to do so. It's not true. None of it is true. Harry felt genuine feelings for every person he's ever been with. Most of them use him. They use him for his money, they use him for his power around the city, they use him for all that he's worth. He's worth a lot to be fair. He wishes he was worth more than who he is. Harry wishes to be loved for being just Harry, not Harry Styles.…
Harry's face is red, and his heart is beating so fast he's scared it'll stop. Harry feels confidence swimming in his chest. Would you mind if I kiss you?"Louis smiles and faces Harry, "aren't you supposed to wait for the end of the night for that?"Harry cups Louis' cheek with his free hand and leans in. "Maybe. Is this alright?" Louis' eyes flicker to Harry's lips and he nods. Harry presses his lips to Louis'. He thinks he feels sparks, actual sparks. Harry thinks this is perfect. He feels Louis sigh lightly against his lips and Harry forgets how to breathe. He drops his chips and pulls Louis closer by his shirt, Louis drops his chips too and they splatter all over their shoes. Harry couldn't care less because Louis is crowding him against the wall, stepping on his toes to get impossibly closer, and never taking his lips off of Harry's. Harry thanks whatever forces brought Louis to him; he feels as if all of his efforts in his wishes are coming true. His wishes are coming true with this boy with freckles across his cheeks and soft lips.It wasn't. Louis wasn't Harry's wishes coming true.…
Harry didn't want to sit and wait for Louis to text him. He didn't want to check his phone over and over, minute after minute, but he did. Harry grieved for the living. Louis and Harry had been in contact via text and the occasional call on and off for the past three years. They would meet for tea when Louis came to Holmes Chapel to visit friends and family. They would sneak visits together in the abandoned studio late at night to be together. "One last time" they would tell each other between stolen kisses and heated but tender touches. When Harry came home and told his sister of the beautiful boy with snowflakes in his hair and cold on his cheeks, Gemma had warned him not to tell anyone. It wasn't that Harry wouldn't be accepted for liking a boy, but it would make his life difficult in the little town of Holmes Chapel. His sister told him that he should keep Louis a secret, keep him to himself so that their mother wouldn't have another thing to worry about when she already had the messy divorce on her hands. Harry had thought Gemma was right, he kind of fell in love with the idea of keeping Louis to himself, it would be their little secret. Harry told Louis the next time he visited Holmes Chapel the following month.…
So, Harry turns on a playlist that he had made Louis, and they let their tea get cold as they dance in the kitchen with the moon lighting their faces and silly smiles and the entire world at their feet."You're like the moon," Louis tells Harry as he lets Harry spin him around the kitchen singing in his ear. "Quiet and always there,""Hm," Harry hums in Louis' ear. "You're like the sun, all bright and loud,""I don't know if that's a compliment, love," Louis laughs holding Harry closer."It is," Harry says with a kiss…
"You're a part of my job," Louis spits back trying not to sound irritated. Louis knows he's right; he knows that he bends his rules for Harry, that he gives him special treatment, that he gives Harry more of himself than anybody else gets. "Okay," Harry finally says. "I understand. I just thought," Harry sighs. "It doesn't matter, are you ready to go in?" Louis presses his lips into a line wishing he had said anything else to Harry than what came out of his mouth. But it's there, it happened, and it's hanging in the air between them like a thick fog.…
Another day, another life. That's what it always feels like. Another day passes by, another life comes and goes, another second, another minute, another hour, passes by just like his. It's not complicated, it's not messy, it's just what it is now. Harry doesn't think he can take much more, everything hurts, everything is dull, everything is too much.Days pass by one after another in a blur of time. visits mostly from Zayn and Niall. never Liam. Harry knows it's too hard for Liam to look at Harry right now. He wants to understand, he wants it to be okay, but he doesn't and it's not.…
Harry sends letter to a stranger telling about his life…