Louis has a habit of not complaining. Harry hates it because, sometimes if you don’t complain, bad things happen; like ending up in the ICU. This is the OFFICIAL VERSION please note that there are four or five R rated scenes that have been moved to another site to keep this story un-privated. The links are provided in the appropriate places in the story where you can read them. Please check my bio for the link to the translations! These include POLISH (Polski), SPANISH (Español), ITALIAN (Italiano), FRENCH (Français), RUSSIAN (русский), CZECH, CHINESE (中国的), ROMANIAN (român), PORTUGUESE (português), BRAZILIAN PORTUGUESE (português do Brasil) SLOVAK (slovenská), DUTCH (Nederlands), GERMAN (Deutsch) Direct link to translation masterpost is: http://room_317.livejournal.com

"Louis knew he would have to take a step to fight back, but this step seemed to land him in a place not so familiar to him. But he somehow thought he will. He chose somebody different from him to help him find himself. but what happens when he gets to know the one he chose to help him to find himself was himself lost farther than he could have ever thought." This one is my first fic. So, please ignore my spelling mistakes and grammar :D

PROLOGUE Harry is a confused 17-year-old in high school. He's been questioning his sexuality for a few years, but figures he just hasn't found the right girl yet. Now his two best friends, Liam and Niall have girlfriends and are quite adamant about him finding a date to some stupid party. He almost decides to suck it up and ask any old girl out, but then he sees the man in the Mercedes. Louis is a 30-year-old workaholic. Life hasn't treated him too badly in more recent years, but high school was a rough patch for him. He got his best friend, Marcy, pregnant on the day they decided to lose their virginity to each other. Prom night, 2000. It seemed like the end of the world, but they pulled through and shared, as friends, in raising a beautiful girl. Louis and Marcy almost tried dating, but the date they went on was laughable, to say the least. Their daughter, Emma, is 15 now and Louis gets her on weekends. He wishes it were more often because he hates being at the house alone with his live-in girlfriend, Cece. He wants out, but that would detract from the perfect life he's supposed to have. Everything seems hopeless until Louis starts daydreaming about that boy at Emma's school.

"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