"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

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This "story" contains small imagines about Larry Stylinson, of which i will be trying to make cute. Enjoy!

Book #2 of my Larry Stylinson oneshots. Anything from fluff, smut, , angst, triggering, anything that I come up with! Prompts are accepted!

Welcome to this gay ass story, enjoy

POEM COMPILATION ☆ Highest rank in POETRY: 5 ☆ -- × poetry × language : english × started : 150111 × ended : 160927 × status : COMPLETED ( all poems made by me + plagiarism is a crime )

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 /𝐡𝐞𝐥/ 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧 𝟏. 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕

Punctuation means everything. Punctuation does everything. Punctuation is everything. I'm promoting punctuation. Promoting bringing commas back, promoting exclamation points, promoting questions and promoting finishing sentences when they need to be finished. Leave nothing unsaid. And use punctuation.