"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

(Larry Stylinson) Vampires and Werewolves have always been in hiding, never been discovered. They go to school, have jobs, are your friends, your lovers. Yet not to one another, it's imperative that they never love each other. Vampires and Werewolves are enemys, they kill and murder each other in cold blood.... But not all Vampires and Werewolves are enemys....

"i love you" "okay" ------- translations will not be allowed anymore.