They say you don't fall for the guy your brother calls family. Too bad my heart never got the memo. I'm Isabella Costello-eighteen, underestimated, and the daughter of a powerful and secretive Italian family in Manhattan. My life is full of rules I didn't write, expectations I never agreed to, and brothers who shadow my every move. Especially Marco, the eldest, the loudest, and the most overprotective of them all. His best friend, Stephan Romano, is everything I should stay away from-dangerous, gorgeous, and completely off-limits. He practically lives in our house, has known me since I was a kid... and still looks at me like I'm nothing more than Marco's little sister. But I'm not a kid anymore. And lately, Stephan's eyes linger a little longer. Everyone in my world plays a role. My father, silent and scarred. My mother, graceful and guarded. My brothers, warriors in suits. And me? I've always followed the script. But the more time I spend with Stephan, the harder it is to keep pretending-especially when the looks turn into touches, and the tension becomes something neither of us can ignore. Falling for him could destroy everything. But what if the risk is worth it? In a family built on loyalty and secrets, love may be the most dangerous game of all.

"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