Harry Likes Whispering to Louis from Behind
also known as ‘Harry likes getting behind Louis before having ear sex with him.’
GUYS I AM LAFFIN
and guess what her twitter is filled with
let’s take a closer look at that now
(i want to punch her in the face wtf is wrong with her)
(this girl needs to get checked i swear get a fcking life)
oh and here’s another picture
so Louis blocked this girl cuz she was hating on Harry
and there’s the pic above too. make of it what u want but we could all agree Louis did a damn well job of showing that girl wut she deserved. Way to go Lou!
It’s 2012 and I’ve yet to see a single “Sorry, Blame It On Me” parody from the POV of Larry shippers. Here, I’ll get us started.
I’m sorry for the way that we’ve behaved
Over the last several hundred days
I’m sorry for the mean tweets Louis sent
I’m sorry Romney might be president
I know it was really hard on you
When we made Hitler start World War II
I’m sorry Oswald shot JFK
I’m sorry that Haz and Lou are gay
Be My Reality: Chapter 1
Title: Be My Reality
Summary: AU, Harry and Louis meet in a dream, and every night after that they meet up in their dreams. But when Harry starts to have feelings for the daring, blue-eyed boy, he is forced to decide whether to live in reality or that dream world, and must question whether love can exist simply within one’s mind.
A/N: I’m really sorry if any of you are waiting for an update on Of Sandcastles and Waves; I’m completely stuck on that atm, and this story was screaming to be written. This story is my baby, and I want to write it well, so the updates may take a while, so I apologize in advance for that. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. :)
Dedication: Caitlin, because she’s amazing and she helped me finish up the plot and I just love her ok
But just imagine
They just had a romantic dinner and Louis’s nervous as hell. He’s fidgety and Harry can tell something’s up but knows not to mention it. Harry’s jaw drops as Louis starts singing.
“….be my baby, and I’ll look after you”
He finishes the song, looks at his love with tears in his eyes, smiles, and opens the small velvet box.
“Hazza, will you marry me?”
Wow what did I just do to myself brb gotta stop crying
The Unthinkable (Larry Stylinson One Shot)
“What the fuck, Harry!” He could hear himself getting louder with every word. “How on earth could you do this to me? To me of all people?”
His voice started shaking just like his body. He could hardly breath and it took every ounce of willpower not to scream. The only thing preventing him of doing so is that he didn’t want the neighbours to hear. You’ll never know who is staying in the hotel room next to you. If he wasn’t that worked up already, that would frustrate him as hell.
“You were supposed to protect me.To protect us. And you fucked it up. Royally.” He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t look at the boy with curly locks any longer. He needed air and he needed to get out of this room which seemed to get smaller by the minute. He needed space to think. He needed some quiet to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.