who knows what's real and what's not anymore, right?

A collection of short(or longer...) bits I've written about the boys of One Direction, just because I love reading this kind of stuff and I want to try my hand at writing some of my own. Much fluff, some sickfics and kidfics, and the occasional ageplay. Feel free to comment/message requests. I'll do almost everything except smut. I prefer to keep it to just the boys(may include Zayn depending what you want/time era of request), but am willing to write Y/N as well.

"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

Stumbling through the woods he flapped his useless wings as he went, desperately trying get liftoff, to outdistance the angry presence behind him, yelling insults and threats. His talons dig into the ground as he runs, dislodging dirt and giving his followers a clear trail to follow. He's pretty sure he's lost way too many of his golden and brown feathers to be able to fly but he can't help trying, because he knew if he could attain flight, he would zip away and leave this life behind.