louis is simply a hipster. but, he likes girl's clothing. so. anyway; harry is an indie style boy who is mostly seen driving around the town in his beat up truck (it's endearing), or sitting in the back of the local library, his face hidden by a book and his - classic - fedora. when they - inevitably - meet, it is by louis slamming into a surprised, and clumsy harry. once louis has ran off, harry notices the lipstick smear on his shirt, and finds that he can't get it to wash out... but that's okay, because he considers it to be a work of art.

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

"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

❝i just don't like how it ends. so, i'm here to change that.❞