The model who stole the Spotlight, stole Harry's dignity. Everything that begins with bad intentions ends with bad consequences, but Harry fails to recognize that. Blue Eyes on the runway is his mission, too bad he doesn't realize he's one too.

Sequel To Foul Play Is Better Kept Secret (Larry AU) The Man who thought he had everything around his finger finds himself curled around his enemy's instead. Cheated out of everything he thought was real, brings big changes to his life, one that may cost more than he's able to handle.

His daughter is missing. He knows not who to blame. Louis cries in his arms. He's never felt more pain. *Sequel to Foul Play Is Better Kept Secret, Until the Truth is Exposed in my Library :)

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)

"I was beaten and tore up by the words that they said. No one would listen so I tattooed my story on my body",Louis says. Harry smiles "No one understood so I put a flower crown on my head",Harry responds. Louis laughs before pulling Harry into a hug. "I understand, girly. I love your flower crowns",Louis whispers in Harry's ear. "I love you tattoos. You aren't scary to me. You are Perfect",Harry respond before placing a kiss on Louis' lips.

"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

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••complete 2014•• harry wants to be a bad boy and he knows just the boy to help him