"Why do you want to kill yourself?" Harry asked cautiously, watching as Louis' frown slowly turned into a grin. "Why don't you want to kill yourself?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and watching Harry's reaction. Harry took a deep breath before answering, "So I can live." Louis laughed, "I want to kill myself so I can die." In that moment Harry realized something, Louis was broken beyond repair. However, he was never going to give up on trying to put his broken pieces back together. Warnings: self harm, anorexia, bulimia, attempted suicide, etc. Please know what I do not, in any way, encourage self harm or suicide.

"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