When Blue Met Green

"He's funny, He's smart, He's always happy, But I feel like he's something else" -Louis

DON'T HURT ME DADDY (Harry Styles)

8 year old Harry has been neglected and beaten by his parents. With his parents in prison, it's down to his foster family, the Payne's to teach him that his life can be good. 1st part in a trilogy. Please read scared to be lonely and then shattered. THIS STORY IS ABOUT CHILD ABUSE AND NEGLECT. BE WARNED.

The Two Of Us (Larry Stylinson)

Harry Styles is a child genius. He has everything any person would want. The money, looks, and the smarts, but all he wants is to just be normal. He moves to Doncaster goes back to high school. There he meets a boy who changes everything. Louis Tomlinson the towns Hot Shot. He is the captain of the football team. H...

Room 317

Louis has a habit of not complaining. Harry hates it because, sometimes if you don’t complain, bad things happen; like ending up in the ICU. This is the OFFICIAL VERSION please note that there are four or five R rated scenes that have been moved to another site to keep this story un-privated. The links are provided in...

Teach Me (Larry Stylinson)

Louis loved being manhandled, he loved being pressed against a mattress and getting fucked hard. He loved being fucked against a wall and Louis loved being spanked. Louis loved being carried and taking bubble baths, he loved wearing pretty lace panties and he absolutely adored being called kitten and princess. Louis...

Two ghosts

Harry wrote Two Ghosts at the end of 2013. He told us that the song's about "the first time he broke up with me." This is that story. Purely fictional of course.

7up || larry stylinson au ||

Very loosely based on the British TV show "The Up Series" and somewhat inspired by the song "Something I Need" by Onerepublic, we follow the lives of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson in an interview setting every seven years. They fall apart and come together, their lives and emotions recorded. Harry calls it a time c...

Flightless Bird || l.s. ✔︎

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

i sleep naked ➸ larry stylinson

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his he...

Fourteen messages € Larry Stylinson

Louis sent 14 messages before he died. One to his mother, one to his sister Lottie, one to his sister Fizzy, one to his sister Phoebe, one to his sister Daisy, and nine to his best friend, Harry Styles.

Locker 17

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

Ankles and Awkwardness (Larry Stylinson)

Harry Styles is going into his third year of university and he's going to talk to the boy with blue eyes and pretty ankles he's been crushing on for the last two years if it's the last thing he does. With the help of his friends, he's thrown into a few awkward situations along the way.

young and beautiful || larry s.

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cov...

Duplicity [h.s]

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...