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In a dramatic scenario, it would be raining and the surrounding world would be quiet, but this reality and it seemed that everyone in the world was okay.
Except for us.
I tried to think of anything else but what was happening at the moment, I tried to think of all the happy times, but of course the happy times were shut out by the protruding trauma that was entering my mind as hard as I tried to keep it out. I don’t think that I really understood what was happening. It seemed all like a distant memory on some far off island of consciousness.
The silence was heavy and with every beep of the machine, I could feel him twitch slightly. My fingers were slightly damp with sweat and desperation as I slipped my hand into his, to grasp it firmly, I squeezed his hand gently, I felt him smirk, and then squeeze mine back.
My ears pounded with every passing second, my trance was broken by a heartbreaking raspy voice.
“Harry.” he spoke, his words rough.
“Yeah?”
I turned to face him, our foreheads touching, hands interlocked, our legs a mess under the covers. His eyelids were heavy, but the sparkle never left his shining, blue orbs. Stubble decorated his chin and around his jawline. His cheeks were flushed pink, but the rest of his face was a pale white. I looked down his body. He was so weak. Collarbones stuck out of his skin, and his arms frail. His fingers felt like brittle hay in my hands.
He looked up to me, and finally spoke.
“We don’t have much time…” he cracked.
He suddenly took his hand out of mine and wrapped it around my waist, pulling my chest to his, and we wrapped our arms around each other. I felt his heart pounding against mine as his fingers found mine once again.
“I know…” I said, my face buried into his shoulder. Every blink of my eye, my eyelashes brushed against the soft skin of his neck.
“I don’t want to go.”
His voice echoed through the room. As I felt tears swell up in my eyes, and my stomach drop, I realized the love of my life was leaving my world as I spoke.
“Hold on, boobear.” I spoke, and picked my head up to face him.
He gave me a weak smile, and then wiped the tears out of my eyes with the back of his thumb.
“I let you down.” I said. “Remember when I said everything would be okay?”
I took my hand to his chin.
“It’s not okay.” I told him.
He took my hand from his face and held it in his.
“Harry, I never want you to think you ever let me down, you never let a single soul in your life down. Everyone loves you, and I’m so happy that I had the privilege to call you my husband for the four best years of my life. You made me the happiest man in the entire world. Nothing can take away what we have. You’ll always have me, and I’ll always have you. Not even cancer can get between us. I love you, to the moon and back and I always will.”
His voice drifted towards the end of his sentence and I kissed his knuckle.
“Forever.”
His eyelids shook a bit and then fell to hide his eyes.
“Louis.” I said, “Love?”
“Remember.” he whispered.
His throat moved as he tried to form words. “Nothing can come between us.”
The beeping on the heart meter increased rapidly as did his grip on my hand. The pounding of his heart slowing with every second.
“Nothing.” I said.
He squeezed my hand one last time and then his fingers released.
But can you guys imagine 18 year old bad boy punk Louis.
And innocent hopeless romantic 16 year old Harry desperately crushing on him. Like he knows Louis is trouble and bad for him but he likes danger and the forbiddenness about it! Holy Fuck!
And they date and fuck and Harry is a little innocent cock slut for Louis and Louis always calling him ‘Baby’. JKHGKJKHJKJSHHJK!! Someone needs to get on this or I might die!
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Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.
AU / WIP / Larry / Eating disorder triggers / With smut
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Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.
AU / WIP / Larry / Eating disorder triggers / With smut
I Just Want To Know You
I Just Want To Know You | Sequel to For A While | Harry/Louis | NC-17 | ~30k | Harry likes Louis, but it’s kind of hard being in a boy band and everything.
Notes: Wow, the response to the first part of this ‘verse was so overwhelmingly amazing, and all the wonderful feedback I received made me even more eager to write the second part right away. So, I hope you enjoy this and because I know so many of you liked the first part, I hope it isn’t a disappointment or anything. Just a note: I took moments and events from the past and reworked them or rearranged them to suit the story. This is dedicated to my lovely and ever-wonderful muses, cheekiestcheeky and drunkharrystyles.
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Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.
AU / WIP / Larry / Eating disorder triggers / With smut
Suivre Mon Coeur, Ma Voix (Follow My Heart, My Voice)|Oneshot
Pairing: Larry Stylinson
Rating: NC17 (swearing, smut, yadda yadda yadda)
Warnings: none really just the smut and yeah
Summary: i suck at summaries wow basically just an au with french!louis and a cafe i wrote this rushed plot thingy and decided to just gopher it so
Words: 3,200+
a/n: errm ily guys lots and lots and /please/ give me feedback if you wish and yeah hope you like xx
So Kiss Me Again ('cause only you can stop this stuttering)
Harry’s always had a problem with speaking. He doesn’t like meeting new people, or talking to other kids he barely knows. Whenever he does his palms get all sweaty and his mouth gets all dry and he suddenly forgets how to speak properly. AKA: The one where Harry has a stutter and Louis is too sweet for his own good and falls for the boy with a turtle for a best friend.
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~Apologies Mean Nothing~
A Larry Stylinson One Shot.
PLEASE PLAY AUDIO WHILE YOU READ THE ONE SHOT.
Louis stood at the edge of the lake, skipping stones like he used to when he was younger. He was attempting to be “calm” and “serene” but he just couldn’t be that when Zayn had just told Louis that Harry and his longtime girlfriend were planning to tie the knot. Louis refused to believe it because that meant that every thing that had been happening between Louis and Harry was complete and utter bullshit and Louis knew deep down inside that it couldn’t be true.
His phone rang and Louis glanced down at the caller ID, his heart started beating fast when he saw that it was Harry calling, and he cursed himself because he didn’t want his heart to beat over Harry.
“Hello?” Louis said calmly.
“Hey babe, you busy tonight?”
Louis willed himself to say yes, he was busy, willed himself to not be so attached to something that looked like it was going downhill.
“No, I’m not busy.” Louis said, his voice cracking. Stupidstupidstupid. Zayn was right about what he said last time; Louis was whipped by famous pop star Harry Styles. And Harry saw him as nothing but a rebound or a little sex toy that was there every time he called and needed some pleasure while he was thrust into the back of a closet.
Louis wished he didn’t love Harry.
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When Louis arrived at Harry’s flat, Harry opened the door wearing a blanket that was wrapped around his body and looking surprised.
“What the hell, Louis?!” Harry said angrily, pulling Louis into the flat.
“I told you to never come through the front door.”
“Why does it matter?” Louis retorted.
“Someone might see you!”
“Are you ashamed of me, Harry?”
“Course not, babe” Harry said sheepishly. “I just don’t want people meddling in our business.”
And with that, Louis forgave him, just like he always did.
“Come here,” Harry said throatily, his eyes filled with lust as he guided Louis to his bedroom.
When they arrived at the bedroom, Harry grabbed Louis by the back of his head and began furiously sucking on his bottom lip.
“Ungh, I missed this.” Harry muttered. “Missed your big lips.”
Louis ignored Harry’s comment and kissed him back. Louis didn’t have big lips.
They kissed and it got more heated, Louis felt Harry’s hard on rubbing on his own, and that made him whimper.
“Get down on your knees for me baby.” Harry growled.
And Louis did. Louis was never the submissive type, but if Harry asked him to jump, he’d say “how high?”
Louis did everything Harry asked of him, every rational thought Louis ever had left his brain every time Harry touched him. Louis made love to Harry while Harry moaned at Louis to “fuck him harder.”
When it was over, Harry turned to Louis.
“It was fun tonight babe. But you need to go now, Alice is coming home soon.”
So with that, Louis picked up his clothes and left Harry’s flat, knowing that tonight was just another night Louis wouldn’t be able to wake up with Harry next to him.
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Weeks later, Louis was sitting alone in his flat, watching TV. It was some stupid gossip television show and just as Louis was about to change the channel, the reporter announced that “Famous popstar Harry Styles had just announced his engagement to longtime girlfriend, Alice Benson.”
Louis dropped the remote and his hand flew to his mouth, a strangled sob escaping his throat.
Harry had promised that things with Alice would end soon. What the fuck was going on?
Louis picked up the phone and called Zayn.
“Did you know?!” he cried when Zayn picked up on the first ring. “Did you know he was going to dump me like this? Without any warning?”
“I’m so sorry mate. There was nothing I could do…”
Louis slammed the phone down, his body racking with sobs.
He got up to check his mail and found a wedding invitation with a simple “sorry” attached to it and his heart fell.
Harry wasn’t going to change his mind. Harry wasn’t going to marry Louis and he wasn’t in love with Louis like he said he was. Louis was nothing more than Harry’s stupid, whipped, sex slave.
So on the 12th of June, the day of Harry’s wedding, Louis made his way to Harry’s flat, using his spare key to enter and stood out onto the spacious balcony.
He grabbed a piece of Harry’s expensive stationary and downed a bit of his expensive alcohol to give himself courage to do what he was about to do.
On that expensive piece of stationary, Louis wrote his final goodbye while Harry and Alice exchanged wedding vows.
Louis stood at the top of the balcony while Harry had his first customary dance with his new bride.
Louis jumped when Harry and his new wife whispered their “I love yous” to one another.
The only thing he left behind was a simple line on a piece of expensive paper.
I’m sorry too.
Louis x
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This one is for Christi :)
The audio used is “River Flows in You” by Yiruma.
Hearts of Ice, Chapter 13
Why is it that I was actually able to write this after I announced I was going on hiatus? Well, I’m still on hiatus, I guess? I don’t even know, tbh. I had to write to distract myself from my life at the moment. In the words of Rose: “I’m not off hiatus BUT HAVE A CHAPTER YAAAY.” So anyways, here we are at chapter 13! Only two chapters and an epilogue left (that’s weird omg). Also, sorry for this chapter because it might be one of the shittiest things I have ever written but this was as good as it was gonna get. Enjoy (or don’t). xx
Editing later cause yolo.
Word count: 3342
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Just because Louis was a figure skater didn’t mean he was gay. Just because Harry was an all-star hockey player didn’t mean he was straight. When the two most promising members of the two most important sports at Emerald Hills Academy collide, they’ll have the chance to defy their stereotypes once and for all.
Hit and Win
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rimming, light d/s themes, dirty talk, fingering and anal sex.
Word count: 2,500.
Summary: Louis Tomlinson is the number 1 ranked male tennis player in the world and Harry Tomlinson is his ‘trophy wife’ and after one of Louis’ matches, they fuck in a locker room.
A/N: the Australian open just finished here in Australia and I kind of wrote this at 4am and I have no idea why I did but a sweaty Louis running around in shorts is a hot image, so enjoy?
I laugh so hard whenever elounor shippers say that we hate Eleanor because in every single Larry fic I’ve read where she’s in it, she’s the amazing best friend who fully supports them, or is dating Louis but Louis doesn’t want to hurt her, or just plain lovable. I have not read a single fic where the author tried to make Eleanor come out bad.
