Loving Harry was as easy as breathing. Until Harry's lungs slowly started to fail. Trigger Warnings: -Major illnesses/disorders and other unpleasant medical things, unidentified disease, sadness, and so on. - Unhappy ending (Please don't even start reading it if you don't like sad books or sad endings, I promise you it's not a happy story and I don't want to upset anyone).

"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