Louis Tomlinson is just trying to hold it all together - raising two kids, outrunning the past, and surviving one loud, chaotic day at a time. Then Harry walks in, all patience and warmth, and somehow turns survival into something softer. What begins as chance becomes a home built from cereal aisles, bedtime routines, and quiet love. A story about healing, found family, and learning that sometimes the loudest lives are the ones most full of heart.

••complete 2014•• harry is mourning and louis has bad habits

"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