"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

"Reste," chuchote désespérément Harry en pressant ses lèvres sur la tempe de Louis, comme s'il pouvait soulager d'une manière ou d'une autre la douleur qui y fleurissait, mais il ne pouvait pas la stopper, et peu importe ses efforts, il ne peut pas le faire rester. Version originale écrite par peachminh. #tradlarry

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