Its been month’s since I last saw him. I quickly paced back and forth, my nails bitten to the core. He should be home any minute and I was definitely not prepared. The house was a mess, dishes strewn all over the marble counter top and the children’s toys laid scattered around the clean white carpet of the living room. How could I concentrate on cleaning when he would be home any second now for the first time in months. I collected my thoughts and swiftly started to throw the toys in the baskets, trying to make the place somewhat decent before he arrives. I was just about finished when I felt little hands pulling at the hem of my blue sundress, “Mommy, Is daddy home yet?” asked my 3 year old daughter, Darcy, sucking her thumb,her curly brown locks were held in pigtails at the side of her head. I picked her up into my arms, “Not yet hun.” I replied just as the door bell rang. “HE’S HERE!” Darcy screeched, wriggling out of my arms and sprinting for the door. I let out a deep breath, smoothed out my dress and opened the door. “DADDY!” Darcy ran to him hugging his denim covered legs. He gently patted her head, “Theres my little girl”, he cooed. He looked up at me and I took a good look at him. His dark curls hung loosely, covering his forehead, just short enough to see his sparkling green eyes. His white vneck clung tightly around his body, giving off the outline of his toned abs. His eyes met mine and he gave me his famous crooked grin. “Umm, let me put Darcy to bed,” I muttered picking up my daughter and heading upstairs. ” G’night daddy!”, Darcy said waving over my shoulder to her father.
After Darcy was finally fast asleep I headed back down stairs to find Harry at the kitchen table, a hot cup of tea in his large hands. “Hey babe”, he muttered taking a careful sip of his drink. Looking at him sitting there, in front of me, for the first time in forever, I allowed my emotions to take over. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up from his chair,” There’s something I need to tell you Harry”. He grinned and laid his hand on my waist and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear and leaned in close, ” I missed you babe,” he whispered, his slow husky voice tickling my ear. I pulled back and looked him in his sparkling eyes before leaning in closer, my lips inches from his, I listened as his breathing got heavier. Then I spat in his face, “You ratchet ass hoe! You be all up and out on tour fuckin bitchez getting money yet u cant pay no god dam child support you lil hoe. Imma get ma nigga Jayquan to beat yo skinny white ass. Yo didnt even pitch for mah weed you biaatch.” I screeched before locking him out of my house and then headed to the fridge to eat some left over casseroles.
Ever since the day Louis walked into the office that was his new work he knew he was doomed. Why?
His boss was the hottest guy Louis had ever seen. And also the biggest pain in the ass. He pushed Louis around like a doll, he used him to all the shit work and Louis just said yes. Because he thought that if did as Harry said and did what ever he wanted Louis to do, he would see Louis, maybe even start to like Louis. But as the weeks went, Harry just kept on treating Louis like shit. Until…
Summary: Louis Tomlinson is a successful personal assistant and his next client turns out to be the wildly successful Harry Styles from the boy band One Direction. What happens when Harry Styles is nothing like Louis expects? (Larry/Ziam)
A/N: ummmm… tbh I don’t know about this chapter.. I’m not sure if I’ve done it justice or not or whether it seems realistic.. idk it was hard to write so maybe I just have that issue with it. Anyway it’s here and waiting to be read so thank you for reading, please enjoy :) As always thanks to dearstyleslovesboo for helping with editing as this probably wouldn’t be out without her. x
She had to delete Room 317. One of the most legendary stories in this fandom. And you guys fucked it up, by trending it. Well done fuckers. You idiots. You complete morons. God I hope you're happy with yourself. Telling the boys and friends to read it. Get out of this fandom right now. I don't even want to hear about you guys again.
Title: If I’m Louder… Author: Gen Summary: Niall Horan leads a life of quiet desperation. He’s the silent boy in the back of the room, the one whose nose is always buried in a book, and his cheeks always stuffed with food. Everyone knows him as the bookworm and food junkie, but no one actually knows him. Zayn Malik is bored. He’s tired. He’s sick of everything. He just wants something interesting to happen, for once. Both boys have such big dreams, but have given up, in a way. What happens when they’re brought together, then?
A/N: Thank you all so very much for being so patient with me! As promised, here’s the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy it, and thank again, you are all lovely!
Summary: Louis Tomlinson was just about at the end of his rope, caught up in the mess he’d created for himself, stranded at the center of a maze. Harry Styles was doing just fine the way thing were. He worked at night and slept through the day. He made enough money to just get by. Everything was fine. But one night seemed to change everything. Coming from very opposite sides of town, the two boys meet. One saves the other in more ways than one, and though neither expect a future extended past sunrise, fate seems to have other plans….
Rate M for Mature: Drugs, alcohol, sex, language, violence, controversial issues and stuff, pornstars and prostitutes, self harm. Triggering at times.
A/N: Hello! Whew, this chapter took me a bit longer than expected but its a pretty long one. My characters kind of took control and we fucked the outline a bit so I apologize if anything sounds weird or idk whatever. I had no idea what was going on half the time I was writing this. Thank Harry for his pancake cravings. Anywho, enjoy! Xx
Harry Styles was seventeen and hoping to survive high school, too bad his newfound family had different ideas. Now he was facing the biggest decision of his life: whether or not to accept his princely crown. He’s being swept halfway around the world and must, not only face the royal family, but also deal with his smoking hot head of security, Louis Tomlinson.
Loosely based on The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot
Letters To You | Harry/Louis (Liam/Zayn) | NC-17 | Harry doesn’t think he’s a good person and Louis doesn’t think anyone is paying attention to him. When they join the pen pal program at their respective universities, they discover otherwise.