"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

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

angel [eyn-juh l] noun 1. someone who appears to be sent by God. someone who is constantly positive and that positivity radiates off of them like light radiates off the sun. someone who doesn't take "fine" as an answer when they ask you how you are. someone who cares. truly cares. someone who could never hold a grudge against you. they will always love you no matter what. unless... you are as much of a fuck up as i am. unless your negativity covers their positivity. unless you make them take "fine" as an answer when they ask you how you are. unless you make them not care about you and hold grudges against you. i took the only person who i ever loved, and made them hate me.