harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.

Lily - Atlas and a lot of books. "What ya' reading huh?" I never read in public for this reason. Boys. "We're not doing this again. I say a book, you say I'm a nerd, I call you an ass, you smirk and look at your friends like you just won the Olympics. Get over yourself." He was silent then I swear I heard him laugh a little. "A little life," He began. "Absolutely devastating book but a great read. I found it had a lot of secret meanings if you read in-between the lines." This is not the boys, this is- who is this? I twist my head around only to be met with a shit ton of freckles. Not to mention freckls on a gorgeous face, and that bone stucture. "I''m Atlas." Oh and that smile. FYI the names are inspired from It ends with us by Colleen Hoover but everything else is original. You can interpret this as a Lily and Atlas 'spin off' book ofcccccc.

"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 heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction