"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

I saw him lit himself a cigarette. He jammed it between his lips and took a deep breath. He breathed out, setting the smoke free. I watched the smoke of his breath dance around the air and disappear. For some reason, the smoke took my attention more than it should. Like smoke, I hung around unbalanced. Swinging around to wait for the day I was going to disappear. "Maybe it's time for your final lesson." he said, breathing his cigarette out. Content Warnings: sex smoking, alcohol swearing