"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

[larry au] "I feel like I'm going to be sick." And that's when everything in his stomach is now on the damp ground, blood red sick dripping through his fingers. Not only is his vomit a dark red but in the mix of the thick liquid he finds magenta petals, his eyes widening at the discovery. "Louis, you should go home," Harry frowns which startles Louis because he almost forgot he was there. Louis stands up, kicking dirt over whatever he just emptied from his gut. He doesn't recall eating a fucking flower. or, an au in which Louis falls in love, throws up flowers caused by unrequited love and Harry is totally oblivious. ; copyright © 2018