"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

"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

You don't like your best friend's girlfriend. Harry has had a crush on Louis for years. He's easy to talk to, supersmart, and totally gets him. Lately it even seems like he's paying extra attention to him. Everything would be perfect except for two things: Louis is Eleanor's boyfriend, and Louis is Harry's best friend. Harry forces himself to avoid Louis and tries to convince himself not to like him. He feels so guilty for wanting him, and the last thing he wants is to hurt his best friend. But when he's thrown together with Louis one night, something happens. It's wonderful...and awful. Harry is torn apart by guilt, but what he feels is nothing short of addiction, and he can't stop himself from wanting more... In dependence on "the unwritten rule"