He leaves and doesn't call, doesn't text, doesn't anything. So much for I love you Lucy and always will. Ha. Why was I so stupid? Why did I believe that idiot? Oh yeah because that "idiot" happened to be my best friend. Niall Horan. But everything changes when I find out, he's coming back. Back to Mullingar. Back to his house next door. And worse back to me.

"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