"Who are you sending Nudes to?" my best friend Louis asked me. "I don't know." I told him. The truth is I really don't know who I've been sending nudes to. "Are you crazy or something? This could be some type of perv who trying to get in your pants" "He isn't.I just know he isn't. At least I hope he isn't." "So do you only send him nudes or does he send you nudes too?" Louis curiosity got the best of him. "He sends me nudes too." I smiled remembering the images he sends me. "And do you like them?" "Yup." Who ever this person is their sexy as hell. "Do you even know their name at least?" "Well I only know their middle name James."

"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