"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

So here we are, me and Harry Styles, kissing in a broom cupboard. He says he likes me. He says he wants to get to know me better. But he thinks we should keep this thing between us secret right now, to spare me the stress of being thrust into the limelight. I think Harry's right - secrecy is a good idea. However, keeping a romance under wraps is a lot easier said than done when the guy you're seeing is one of the most famous pop stars in the world... FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TO EMMA AND HARRY IN RIGHT NOW - THE SEQUEL TO RIGHT PLACE, RIGHT TIME.