"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

"But how do we do that?" I said in a somewhat concerned voice. "How do I get my wings?" "In all the previous situations that have been recorded; an angel gets it's wings after turning 18 years of age and having an unusual experience, something new." the doctor stated "Which in your case would be?" he asked. "I don't know.." I trailed off. At the exact moment I said that, Nathan walked through the doors of the lab. "What's up?" Nathan asked as we were all staring at him, especially myself. Bailey, who was monitoring my vitals at the time, noticing that my heartbeat increased significantly said: "I think I might have an idea." I gave her a look that I've never shared with anyone before. Let's just say; if looks could hurt people, Bailey wouldn't be feeling great right now.

"7:15, that's our time."

➳ [a.i.] // he's dangerous, she just doesn't know it.

I guess, opposites do attract.