"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

When twenty-three-year-old popstar Niall Horan gets multiple and very detailed death threats by an unknown and untrackable source, his management decides to respond: a fabricated relationship between the pop star and a secret agent. Mercer Adelaide Fulton is twenty-three-year-old and ruthless, fluent in every possible martial arts and the best secret agent the MI6 could ever wish for. When her boss briefs her the new mission, she's furious. Could the threat against the bratty pop star really be that big? © Wildfowls HIGHEST RANKINGS: #2 in niallhoran #1 in onedirection #1 in 1D