"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

❝I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling, scars will remain.❞ He was a contradiction to me; the light at the end of my pitiful tunnel. I shouldn't have loved him because I was me and I didn't love, but I did. Above everyone else, he was the only one who made me want to change my pessimistic opinions into optimistic ones.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

forgive me, but it's raining outside and i'm a teenager in love.