"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

"Listen," Harry said sternly, sitting up on the bed. "Don't interrupt...just don't even talk. Listen. I want what's best for my daughters, and sometimes, I don't think you are. You're not constant with your visits and you only care about being the cool, favoured dad instead of the one that cares about his daughters safety. If you want to be a part of their lives, you need to visit more often. Pick Katie up from daycare. Quit smoking. Put Emily on the trolley to school. Act like a real father. Then, maybe, I'll take you more seriously." He paused. "Got it?" - Louis was the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet, caring, and loving. Up until Harry gave birth to their daughter. After that Louis smoke, drank, and even started dating some girl. Now Louis' trying to be a better father.