"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

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

Niall Horan works as a personal assistant for the boss he never met. He has no idea how his boss looks like; all he knows that he like his coffee black no sugar, turkey sandwich for breakfast, laundry and dry-cleaning thrice a week, and he has a beautiful cursive handwriting. But, his new boss knew everything about him from the Irish accent to his Nando's obsession to his right toe that is slightly longer than his left one. But that didn't stop Niall from finding out who is his boss. Little did he know that he is putting himself in danger, just for the sake of trying to catch a glimpse of Mr. Z Malik. And the only person that can save him is his boss. My Boss, My Hero.

The madness started the moment they met and they held each other hands... © Copyright 2015, All rights reserved. Carolina (larry_bebrave) Please do NOT copy my work cause I'm working very hard on this fanfic. Thank you. xx

Niall has always been special. They called him different, strange, diseased. But he had visited many doctors, and none of them diagnosed him with anything. Niall was just scared, all the time. Paranoid, some people may call it. He swore there were monsters out to get him, and constantly lived his life in fear, never having the guts to tell anyone what was really happening to him. Until he meets Zayn. Zayn Malik has many frightening features himself. But will he be able to get Niall to loosen up, and for once in his life actually face the monsters who have made his life hell?

"You know what you remind me of?" "What?" "Cotton Candy. Sweet but the more you have the sicker you feel" "I don't know whether to be offended or not"

"I was strong," she whispered, "but you made me weak." © evoluktion, all rights reserved.