Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

Everything has finally become too much for Louis to handle. The lies, fake relationships and fake smiles. The fans were right. They had always been right. Louis loves Harry but isn't allowed to have him. He's had enough and no longer wants to live this fake life. "You were right... All of you have always been right. Every look, every subtle touch... You were right." As he signs onto a live video chat for the last time and tells the world what they already knew, will it be enough to make Harry realize the true meaning behind Louis' words? "So in the next... 27 minutes I want to tell you the truth. Every last bit of it... But 27 minutes is all the time left before I say goodbye." --------- This book is originally written by Happinessintime, an amazing writer who's account disappeared a long time ago along with this amazing story.

- Você é tão pequeno. - Como que para provar seu ponto, Louis apertou Harry fortemente em seus braços. Harry só se amassou um pouco, aconchegando sua cabeça ainda mais no peito de Louis, se isso fosse possível. - Meu belo bonequinho de papel. Quando Louis o apertou novamente, colocando um trêmulo e quente beijo na testa fria de Harry, o garoto sentiu seu coração se sentir daquele jeito de novo, ele sentiu o amor. Uma leve vibração, que mesmo o homem mais controlado do mundo, não poderia evitar. Ele ama Louis. Ele o amava, mesmo que não quisesse- e ele realmente não queria. Okay, talvez um pouco. (este livro está sendo transferido do perfil @asheetos para esse. é exatamente o mesmo livro, porém em um outro perfil)

"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