"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

"you named your son after a band" "you named your daughter after a fruit" "touché"

"Are these nudes?" "No, they're artistic portraits of my body without clothes on." "That's a nude, baby boy." - - - In which an innocent boy named Ashton accidentally shows a boy named Luke his portraits, and finds himself constantly running into the flirty boy that wants to strip him of his innocence...and his clothes. [Started 4/20/18] [Completed 6/10/19] ✔️ Highest rankings: #1 in Lashton, #3 in ashtonirwin, #6 in lukehemmings