"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

*Andy Biersack Fanfiction* We are born knowing that we have no real say in our destiny. No matter what we do, no matter what path we are on, our fate is decided on our twenty first birthday. We go to sleep, we wake up, we have a tattoo. A tattoo with no pain? Awesome, right? The only thing missing is, well, the rest of the tattoo. It could be a meaningful tattoo, such as 'We all...' and the match could be '...fall down' Or it could simply be a rat's ass. Or it could be a tattoo with no words, such as a daisy with half it's petals missing. Wordless tattoos are the rarest. Melody Rae's future is yet to be discovered, and she is anxious about what her future will become. Perhaps she will be destined to be alone. Forever.