Harry's lived in London all his life and is one of the best doctors in the country. He has a family that loves him, money, and a cozy little cabin in the middle of nowhere. Louis needs a new heart. He's been in and out of hospitals for years trying to find one. Every time he is about to get one something happens and someone else gets the heart. His mum abandoned him long ago when the expenses got to high. He has no one. Harry is intrigued by Louis's heart condition and takes a personal interest in him. He sometimes sits with him while he does his charts. No one ever comes to visit Louis and he thinks he must get lonely. Doctors aren't supposed to fall for the patients, but Harry's never been one to follow the rules.

"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

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