Harry is a fashion major who sworn off love after a bad experience with an ex. Louis is a young writer who is trying to finish his second book and he didn't really have the time to get to know anyone in months, he barely leaves the house. When Liam and Zayn match on Grindr and start talking and going out, they decide that they are going to be matchmakers between Harry and Louis. At first it didn't seem to go really well, they really can't stand each other until... Top Rankings #1 larryfanfiction #1 fanfictiononedirection #1 larrylove #1 ls #1 ziammayne #1 harrybottoms #2 larryfluff #2 larryau

"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

**NOT MY WORK** story is by thealmightyavocado on ao3 Summary: "Harry, I-I'm so sorry..." Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis' soul, it's so hard, nearly impossible. That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself. But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty "I'm so sorry" that doctors throw out in self-preservation, isn't at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it. (PREPARE TO CRY ALOT)