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"'Cause you were just a small child, alive for 6 years then torn from life. Maybe you were needed up there, but we're still unaware as why." Or The hardest thing Louis and Harry had to do was give their sweetest Charlie back to heaven

Louis hated Harry. He was walking around like he was superior, thinking he was so hot and sexy. Well, Louis could see right through it. They had been in a band together for almost two years and Louis avoided him at any cost. What he couldn't avoid on the other hand was how fucking clumsy Harry was. One night Harry tripped on stage and pushed Louis over the edge. While he was unconscious a woman appeared and told him that he had an old soul and that he had lived many lives. She said that she wanted to show him some of those lives to make him realize something. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, being unconscious and all that so he agreed. So he went on some freaky journey in his mind and he couldn't even get away from Harry when he was passed out because every life he had lived included one certain green-eyed boy by his side... Purely fictional. Trigger warning: death

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

Harry was always going to be beautiful, he thought. And he knew deep down that his heart still beats for Harry, that he loved him something so terrible, and those two things would never change. or A chance encounter, four years later, brings Louis and Harry back together. Part Two of the 'Go ahead, rip my heart out if that's what love's all about' series. I did not write this. All credits go to wildestdreams on ao3.

Louis and Harry have always been close mates nothing more but, quickly something happens and they are more than friends that is until management finds out.

When Louis meets Harry, he is feeling protective of the young curly headed guy. But the more time he spents with him, the more he starts questioning himself and his feelings. No way in hell that he has feelings for Harry, right?

It's not like he and Louis were a couple. No, they might have been a lot of things-best mates and colleagues with a seemingly convenient friends-with-benefits arrangement-but never a couple. It wasn't Louis' fault he didn't feel the same way and couldn't reciprocate Harry's feelings in the way he'd wanted, the way he'd needed. Harry had allowed himself to get in too deep, his entire being aching to be loved back by the object of his affections. But in love, as in life, you don't always get what you want. OR the one where you don't always get what you want the first time around, but sometimes the universe decides to give you a second chance at getting it right. Note: This work contains explicit sexual content.

Two boys meet by coincidence and improve one another's lives forever. Harry had always been wide eyes and dimply smiles. Louis, however, had always been fixed on something more indescribable. Harry had been innocent, kind and very optimistic. Louis could see a flower and only think of how long it could survive before dehydration. Harry had a deep love for the world, despite the aching pain in his chest from his mother. Louis hadn't ever met anyone so remarkable. And Harry could say the same about his Louis. {Warning; some strong language, descriptive scenes, mention of self harm, suicide and drug use. All rights go to @mullingrr, any copying or redistribution of this story will be fraud and legal action will be taken. Copyright 2014 @mullingrr.}

Summary: Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that's been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn't been a place. It'd been a person. He'd etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake. It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn't it? It's not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn't really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It's not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he's good at distractions. But LA only seems to accentuate the distance between them. Two separate planets, not even in the same solar system

Louis starts getting cute little messages from a secret admirer and gradually feels himself falling more and more in love with the boy. But can you really like someone you've never seen before? And what will happen when Louis finds out the real identity of his admirer? Credit to ThinkingTooFast, and psychomuke