"Wanna join?" I grab the fabric on the chair but Harry puts his hand on mine and looks at me. "What can I win?" With my head close to his, I can see what's behind his mind and, well, he isn't hiding it well. I'm clearly sober now, well maybe not totally but I'm sure I will remember what is going to happen. My mind is looking for the things that may interrupt us this time and unless one of the boys gets up nothing will stop us, I guess we will have to stay quiet. "My mouth." His face lights up with a smile as I bit my own lips before speaking again. "But if I win, I have yours." //Louis isn't a lucky guy. He doesn't have many friends and death loves to take them away. Guilt and loneliness, that's his life. But when Liam decides to take him out of this darkness, the two men start a game. Harry is the reward. (Mark isn't Louis' step dad)

"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