Set in the 1920's, this story follows the life of gangster Harry Styles, a man who makes his money through bootlegging and Louis Tomlinson, a man who's determined to make a life for himself in New York. Styles meets Tomlinson on his way to New York and can't stand the idea of letting him go just yet, so he has him tag along for the ride. (As this is a timepiece, I tried my best to set it in the 1920s. There may be inaccuracies, but overall it stands with the time period.)

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

"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