Harry could tell he was upset. He denied it, but Harry knew, Harry always knew. He wanted to comfort him, but couldn't take the chance of someone seeing and it putting their relationship through even more. "What's wrong?" Harry whispered, hoping no one would notice. He worried more as he saw the tears well up in Louis' eyes. He could count on one hand the amount of times he's seen louis cry before now. He's always so strong. "Please," Louis whimpered as a tear escaped. Harry was about to ask what he meant, but stopped himself, he knew. "Louis. You know I want to, so much, but I can't. We can't. They'll kill us, we'll loose our jobs. You always say-" "Please," Louis cut him off, touching his arm slightly. The older boy knew exactly what he was doing and how this simple gesture would affect the younger lad. "Please just kiss me."

"I can't keep doing this," he said as he stopped and glanced back at me. "You can't keep running either," I said loudly. That made him turn and face me fully. "Me? I'm the one always running? What about you? You've ran how many times in the past? You've let everyone else control our relationship. Everyone but me!" "You told me to leave you alone," I yelled. "You said you didn't want any of this anymore. You left the fucking country! You went and never even considered what that would do to me!" "I lied too Louis! You hurt me and I wanted to hurt you back!" he yelled. "Maybe a friendship is out of the question. Our relationship is beyond repair. All we do is lie to each other." He turned to walk out again and he opened the door. I rushed to him and reached for his arm. "Harry don't go please." I had never stopped him from leaving before. This time my heart wouldn't let me let him go. "You said you cared and you missed me too." I spoke in a low voice and used his own words against him. A low thing to do but I needed him to understand how much I was hurting. Note: this is a story of pure fiction. If Harry and Louis are not be together in real life then, we as a fandom, have created a beautiful and tragic love story! I hope you enjoy my work. I put my heart in it. If you're not a Larry shipper don't read this. If you are then I hope you enjoy!!!

( DO NOT OPEN THIS BOOK UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE FIRST ONE WHICH IS CALLED 'THE BLIND KID') (COVER BY @inkedtattoos :-)) " Can you take a picture with me, Harry? " I ask. I touch his arm, but he jerks away. I hadn't seen him in person in forever. I back up. His lips curl into a smirk, Ray Bans in his hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. " I'm sorta busy, " He spits, starting to walk away. I grab onto his arm again and he angrily turns around, throwing his arms in the air. " I have to go! Leave me the hell alone. You can get a picture later, " He shouts. The anger in his tone was apparent and his teeth were clenched together. I almost whimper, when he freezes. He was acting ridiculous. The sad thing was that this has been happening a lot. Everything was fine and then he started having sudden mood swings and then comes along him being rude to fans. ' Harry styles rude to fans ' made the cover of every newspaper and magazine in the world. He was screwed. He later earned respect back from people, when the whole thing blew over. I could tell he was relieved to say the least, but his ego has gotten bigger and bigger, just as his popularity grew; One directions popularity. " You sound familiar, " He whispers, gripping the bottle of scotch. I was scared it might break. " Do I know you? " He ask. I nod my head to myself, but don't say anything. He didn't need to know. I didn't want him to know. I hated that he was acting like this. The Harry I knew would never do this. I could feel a tear fall down my cheek and I turn to walk away. The air smells odd and the blinking lights twinkle in the distant. I keep walking even when I hear his voice calling for me. " Wait! Come back! " He yells. I keep walking.

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

[COMPLETED] Esmereld Payne, better known as Emera or Esme, has always been a rebellious young woman. She doesn't take shit from anyone and will put someone in their place that disrespects her. But that may not be ideal when you are kidnapped by the most powerful gang leader in the world. Esme has always known that this world has cruel and ruthless people walking on it everyday. Little did she know that one of them had a pair of enchanting green eyes and a wicked smirk. Will she be able to survive the infamous Harry Styles? ------------------------------ THIS BOOK CONTAINS TRIGGERING SUBJECTS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY. SEXUAL AND EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT VULGAR LANGAUGE VIOLENCE/ABUSE ------------------------------ "Leave me alone." I step up into his face, testing his dominance. It probably isn't the best idea for me to do this, given what has happened last time I decided to defy him. Harry steps closer to me and burns his gaze through my skull, looking into the deepest parts of my soul. He slowly brings his hand up in between us until it meets my neck. He tightens his grip at his finger tips, not hard enough to restrict my breathing. With his large hand now wrapped around my neck, he pulls my body closer to his until our chests meet. With my head tilted up to meet his eyes, I can feel my skin burning up, in contrast to his cold rings. I feel him dip his head down until I feel his hot breath on my ear, making goosebumps rupture all over my body. "I just want to see what that pretty little mouth can do." ------------ #2 in darkharryfanfics ------------ all rights belong to @1d_epression

[COMPLETED] I let out a sob and ran up to him, slamming my fists on his chest. "Why did you do it!? I'm sorry just please explain!" He held me close to him until I stopped thrashing about and just cried silently into his chest. "Shh Please stop crying. It hurts to see you in this much pain." He soothed. "Then why Harry, why?" I said with every once of pain emanating from me. "I loved you and you left me. I loved you so much. My judgement was cloudy from the hurt inside my chest. It was a very dumb decision." "You are acting like its no fucking big deal! Your dead! You're gone from all of us! The boys are hurting so much! It was selfish what you did, but it was even more selfish what I did." "Please don't blame yourself. It was my fault, not yours." "Harry its all my fault. You wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for me." He grabbed my chin, making me look him in the eyes. "Now listen to me. I shouldn't have expected you to stay with me when the fans first started harassing you. I should have let you leave but I was being selfish keeping you with me. I just couldn't lose you. But once again I was selfish and left all of you. I'm so sorry." He looked down, a single tear slid down his face. I put my hand up to his face and wiped his tear away with my thumb. "Harry I missed you but now I'm here with you and there are no fans. We can be together now and we don't have to worry about anything." I said barely above a whisper. He looked up into my eyes and pecked my lips, leaving a tingling sensation from where his lips touched. "I wouldn't let that happen." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛᴛ © Wanderless, Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

"Ari!" Louis hissed trying to draw me from my state of utter shock and disgust. "I know this is scary but you have to get out of here" he shouted over the ear piercing shrieks coming from the guests as he wiped the fresh blood on his dress pants. I was frozen, completely frozen in a state of pure astonishment. His words barely registered in my head, but I knew he was speaking. "What are you looking-" his words hitched mid question when he followed my gaze to the one who instigated the chaos that is currently buzzing around us. *** Trust, lies, tears, blood and more chaos added to Ariella's already difficult life. She thought it was over- everything was falling in place. The bumps in the road seemed to be less and less as each day passed. Wearing a true smile for once, she held her head high in pride and happiness, in her friends, in her family, in her fiancé. On a day nobody saw coming, a sudden turn of events could change her life once and for all, but, were they ever really safe? **sequel to Through the Dark //Liam Payne fanfic** If you haven't read through the dark I suggest reading that first so this book makes sense :)

Those pretty doe eyes.. if he wouldn't close those, i would sure going to lose myself in those today... The piercing on his bottom lips perfectly fitting for the cute thinner upper lip.. my breath hitched, i don't know if it's because of the push or me putting my hand around his waist when he bumped that's causing him to press onto me more harder... I forgot about my injury.. moved the curly bangs from his forehead with my shaky hand... He opened one eye then another... Suddenly my chest felt empty "jeosonghamnida" he said bowing his head before going out of my side... ___________________________________ I am sorry, I am really sorry" zayn said looking at him but suddenly his expression changed, harry also narrowed his eyes "Why is there a cut on your lips??" Zayn said with a low but deep voice, harry looked at him confusedly "ITS SWOLLEN HARREH, WHO KISSED YOU??" Zayn said with gritted teeth that eyes were filled with tears now replaced with anger and jealousy, harry touched his lips "I~ joo~" zayn shoved Harry's hand from his lips slammed it on the bridge surface squeezing it tightly, he looked into his eyes breathing heavily, he slammed his lips onto him,

My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

He looked at me, his eyes looking like they were piercing through my soul. I froze in shock and I felt Liam's arms wrap around me and squeeze me against his chest. But it felt like it was happening to another person. Could what he be saying, the truth? Was he just trying not to make me fall in love with Harry? But also if he got drunk the night he met me, of course Harry was probably talking about me. What about on the phone when he was talking to someone in the background. Was he telling Zayn that he was going to win, or he better get a move on or he owes Harry lots of money? Or something like that? But Harry doesn't seem like the one to do this. I heard he was a player, but not a major heart-breaker, crusher person. I just simply couldn't believe what he said. (PART TAKEN OUT OF BOOK) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Elena has to take her sister to a One Direction concert for her sister's birthday. That's when everything changes and she's taken through all these twists and turns. What happens when two of the guys fall for her, but one of them did it for a bet? What happens then? With all this stress, do you'll think she'll break and try to escape?